PKPK-130 Wako

The club was filled with heavy bass and colorful lights. I noticed a woman chatting familiarly with a staff member at the bar. When I casually spoke to her, she looked a little surprised, then smiled and asked, Who are you?

Want to step outside for a smoke?

That was how our conversation began.

When I asked, she said she was studying oil painting at an art university, but she also worked as a freelance artist, holding solo exhibitions and selling her paintings.

The club was lively and crowded that night, but this place had a hidden chill spot. It was a place to relax with a woman and get close. We took turns hanging out there, and before long we were kissing. Her lips were plump and very soft.

I lifted her skirt and slipped my hand under her clothes, and she was already completely soaked. A woman who lets things go this far is usually ready for more.

I took her to the restroom, locked the door, and lowered her underwear. She gave an intense, sensual performance, pressing her soft lips against mine and leaving me breathless.

I had assumed art students might be eccentric or unconventional, and she definitely fit that image. The fact that she came to a place like this alone made her seem a little wild, or maybe just curious.

We left the club and headed to a love hotel. By then, she was so sensitive she could hardly keep herself together. Lying on the wet bed, she looked at me with a cute smile and said, Don’t you want to take things further?