I can't get enough of this mom's ass in tight pants.

When we entered the love hotel room, the man put his briefcase on the table, took off his jacket and draped it over the sofa. He immediately reached out to start undressing me, but I easily held his hands back.

"I'll take the money first," I said firmly.

The man paused and nodded. "Understood."

He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, pulled out his wallet, and handed me 50,000 yen. As I took the money and put it in my pocket, reality hit me - I was selling my body. I had officially become a prostitute.

"Now I'll let you do whatever you want," I mumbled, trying to hide my shame.

The man made me turn around and slowly unzipped the back of my dress. As the fabric slid down to my waist, I was overcome with a sense of humiliation.

I let the dress fall to the floor, leaving me standing there in just my bra and bikini-style panties.

The man didn't rush to remove my underwear. Instead, he moved close behind me, pressed his face to my neck and back, and inhaled deeply.

Unable to contain my discomfort, I said, "Let me take a shower first..."

But he stopped me and simply replied, "No."

I froze in shock. The rejection left me speechless as he leaned in and pressed his face against my waist and hips.

I couldn't help but feel strange - Kazuya had never done anything like that before. The man moved around to face me, burying his face in the cleavage that was visible above my bra.

"Nice breasts," he murmured, his voice low and appreciative.

As he spoke, he slid his hands around my back and expertly unhooked my bra. My breasts, heavier and fuller after childbirth, sagged slightly without the support of the bra.

I instinctively tried to hide it, but he grabbed my hand. The man began to suck on my nipple, which had a slightly large areola. He quickly pulled his face away from my breast, looking surprised.

"You..."

Looking down at my nipples, I noticed a small amount of white milk oozing out.

"Did you just give birth?" the man asked, his tone suddenly softer.

I nodded hesitantly. The man studied my face, neck, shoulders, and chest intently before speaking again.

"You look so emaciated. You must be in real financial trouble. You're not like those women who sell their bodies for pocket money, are you?"

He stepped away and pulled his wallet out of his jacket pocket again. Without much thought, he casually pulled out more money and handed it to me.

"This is just my way of helping out. I don't know your situation, but kids are important... Well, I'm not in a position to say anything too self-righteous."

I was stunned. When I looked at the bills in my hand, I realized it was another 50,000 yen.

He had paid me 100,000 yen.

"Thank you..." I murmured, my voice shaking as tears welled up in my eyes.

This man... He's a kind person...

He moved closer, gently cupping my face and kissing me. The tension from earlier melted away and I found myself responding willingly. The kiss deepened, our tongues intertwining, exchanging warmth and desire. It was sensual, deliberate and so different from Kazuya's kisses.

The kiss alone sent a wave of heat through my body, leaving me wet with anticipation.

This man is good...

I felt sorry for Kazuya, but I couldn't help the excitement that was building up inside of me. The man led me to the bed and gently turned me over, positioning himself on top of me. He began to lick and suck my nipples, his hand skillfully playing with my breasts.

...This feeling is completely different from Kazuya's... It feels so good... Kazuya rarely touches my breasts... And I've never had an orgasm during sex with Kazuya. My friends often talked about ecstasy and climax, but I never really understood what they meant - until now

I didn't really understand the growing anticipation, but my expectations were rising. The man slowly lowered his face, moving from my stomach to my lower body. He placed his hands on my panties and gently pulled them down.

Embarrassed that he could see my most private parts, I desperately tried to cover them with both hands. However, the man calmly removed my fingers one by one and spread my legs wide open.

"No..."

I felt ashamed and instinctively resisted. Even Kazuya had never looked at me so intensely before. The man leaned forward, spread my legs further and began to lick my inner thighs.

"Stop it, please..."

I was overcome with shame and wanted to scream, but the strange rush of pleasure drowned out my protests. The man's touch was deliberate, burning with intensity as he carefully licked up and down my inner thighs.

"Ahhh..."

A pleasure I had never felt before coursed through my body. The man began to flick his tongue over my vagina, like a bird delicately pecking nectar from a flower.

"Ugh..."

The moment the tip of his tongue touched my clit, a jolt of electric pleasure shot through my brain.

"Ahhh..."

I learned later that this act was called cunnilingus. As he continued to lick me, my body began to twitch and tremble rhythmically. His tongue expertly caressed my vagina and clitoris, making my tremors more intense with each movement.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

I moaned involuntarily.

What is this? This feeling... this pleasure... it feels like it's building up, getting higher and higher...

And then, as his movements reached their peak rhythm, I felt it - my release.

"I'm coming, ahhh, I'm coming!!!"