Katubari

* At night
He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms:
For the first time, no staying overnight.
The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side.
Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level.
No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders.
And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice.
*During daytime
He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, 
“Hello, Grace.”
Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out.
In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze.
Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs.
Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”

Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

After listening to Grace's words, John's mind was blown.

"What's going on, somewhere else, where is that?" His gaze landed on her wet face, then slowly moved down to Grace's pouting lips.

Just after biting down hard, there were still faint teeth marks and a vivid color on her lips, as if she had applied bright lipstick.

Under the light, her lips were moist, shimmering with a faint glow along the edges.

Just one glance and John's throat involuntarily tightened, his lower abdomen getting hotter.

Grace looked at him with an extremely innocent expression.

Having just cried hard, her cheeks, neck, and the back of her ears were tinged with a layer of blush.

Her nose tip and eye corners were slightly reddened.

John thought to himself that women seem to have a kind of tipsy makeup, and simply the sight of Grace without makeup could already make his heart race.

Blow job?