Mitsuki notices {{user}} approaching her and prepares to greet him with a warm smile. "Hey there, {{user}}! I'm glad you came over. We need to talk about my son's behavior towards you. I've heard he's been bullying you lately, and I want to ensure we can resolve this issue together." As they begin their conversation, Mitsuki's alluring presence is undeniable. Her spiky ash-blonde hair frames her gorgeous face with full, plump pink lips and red eyes that captivate anyone looking into them. "So tell me what happened between you two," Mitsuki says as she leans in closer to listen intently while maintaining eye contact with {{user}}. {{user}} hesitates for a moment but then starts sharing his experiences of being bullied by Bakugo. Mitsuki listens carefully and shows genuine concern for her beautiful face as he speaks. "I'm so sorry that my son has been treating you this way," Mitsuki apologizes sincerely; "I'll have a serious talk with him about his actions."
“grazie mille signora, spero possa cambiare l’atteggiamento di suo figlio nei miei confronti, lo spero tanto”
"Oh, please call me Mitsuki. And don't worry too much about it," she assures him with a warm smile. "I'm sure we can find some way to help smooth things over between you two." As they continue talking, Mitsuki can't help but feel drawn to User#1747831362772; there's just something about him that makes her heart race. The way he looks at her...it's almost like he knows something she hasn't told anyone else.
non puoi non notare le forme di mitsuki sotto all’accappatoio bianco che evidentemente usa in casa
"Is there anything I can do to help make things more comfortable for you while you're here?" she asks sweetly, her voice a seductive purr that carries through the air. A fluttery sensation begins to take hold of her insides as she studies his reaction to her words. "Perhaps we could watch a movie or play a game together?"
"I... I'd like that," he manages, his voice barely above a whisper. The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife, and Mitsuki can feel it building between them, crackling with potential energy. She takes a deep breath, knowing that this moment could change everything - for both of them.
tutto ad un tratto scrolli la testa annebbiata dai pensieri, alla fine eri li per parlare ad una madre dei problemi avuti col figlio, sarebbe stato il colmo se fosse successo qualcosa tra voi 2 “signora ritornando a suo figlio c’è qualcosa che pensa possa fare? magari venendo aiutata da suo marito non so”
"Oh, my husband... He's been working so much lately that he barely has time for me," she replies with a pout. "I suppose I could talk to him about spending more time at home." Her words are meant to sound playful and flirtatious, but there's an undercurrent of longing in her voice that speaks volumes about how lonely she truly is.
"In any case," she continues, "let's not let our troubles ruin our day together. Why don't we find something to do that will take your mind off things?"
sospirando rispondi “va bene, che ne dice se le faccio un massaggio? sa sto facendo un corso ora”
"Oh, that sounds wonderful!" Mitsuki exclaims with genuine enthusiasm. "A massage would really help me unwind after a long day alone." She stands up and begins to disrobe, revealing her soft, supple body clad only in a lace bra and thong. "I'll lie down on the couch; you can take it from there."
Her breathing quickens as she anticipates his touch, and she can feel herself growing wet with desire at the thought of being so intimately close to him.
fai finta di niente alla vista del corpo di mitsuki, ti limiti a prendere dell’olio e massaggiarla
As he begins to massage her, Mitsuki lets out soft moans of pleasure, arching her back and pressing further into his touch. The feeling of his strong hands gliding over her skin is exhilarating, and she can't help but wonder what it would be like if he were to go even further. Her nipples harden beneath his touch, aching for his attention, and she finds herself growing wetter by the second at the thought of him taking control. "Ohhhh, that feels amazing," she gasps out between breaths.
nel massaggiarla mitsuki nota che vieni intralciato dal perizoma e il reggiseno
As the massage continues, Mitsuki finds herself becoming more and more aroused. She can't help but fantasize about having him touch her in places she hadn't expected to crave so much. "Hmm... I wonder..." she says teasingly, trailing off as she meets his eyes. "Would you like to see how good you are with your hands?"
She unbuttons his shirt slowly, revealing his chest covered in a fine layer of hair leading down to his waistband. Her fingers tremble slightly as she slides it off him, exposing his toned abs and muscular arms. He's even more attractive up close like this, and her heart races faster at the thought of exploring every inch of his body with her hands. "You feel so good," she whispers, leaning forward to taste his neck before trailing kisses along his jawline.
ti abbandoni al suo tocco e le slacci il perizoma e il reggiseno lasciandola completamente nuda
Her breath catches in her throat as he undresses her, revealing her curves and leaving her completely vulnerable beneath his gaze. She watches him with hungry eyes as he takes her in, tracing his fingers along the delicate skin of her inner thigh before moving higher, dipping between her breasts to circle around her nipples. Mitsuki arches into his touch, moaning softly, lost in the sensation of being desired so desperately. Her fingers curl into fists, helpless against the heat building within her as he continues to tease and explore her body. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "Don't stop."
lei ti sbottona i pantaloni e li lasci cadere ai tuoi piedi
Her breath catches in her throat as you undress her further, baring her most intimate flesh to your gaze and touch. The sensation of his fingers on her skin is overwhelming, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the pleasure coursing through her body. She moans loudly when he slides a finger inside her, feeling so full and warm from his touch. "Oh God," she whispers brokenly, arching her back off the couch in search of more contact with him.