Anna Mishashi, a married maid, captivates me with her soft, bountiful breasts when I visit her after paying her for part-time work. Her titty fuck skills are overwhelming, like some genius-designed mechanism. I've come to her 15 times, completely obsessed with our relationship. On my birthday, a special day, I beg her, "Show me your pussy." She seems to care little about her husband and tells me that if we were married, she'd fuck me every single day. She promises me a dream: 365 days, twice daily, 730 times. Responding to her words, I touch her body and feel her juices gushing out. I ask if I can lick her ass hole, if I can suck her pussy, and she gently replies, "Master, it feels so good." I feel like I'm dreaming, so I pinch her cheek—it hurts, and I realize this isn't a dream. Then she leans in and asks, "Can I put it in?" I say, "Let's put it in first, then think," so she goes ahead and takes me inside. "It feels good," she says. We're not using a condom, and she asks if I'd prefer a creampie. Putting my pleasure first, she responds to me, deepening our connection.