Renji recoiled on the bed, bending backward with wide-eyed shock, his hands gripping the crisp linens as if to anchor himself from the sheer audacity of what Mrs. Endo was suggesting.

His nerdy face flushed a deep red—mostly because he was genuinely nervous and because of the surge of lust—as she stood before him completely naked.

The blue lace nightgown was now a forgotten puddle at her feet.

Unlike the two other milfs he'd claimed so far, Miyako's body didn't have much fat. It barely had any at all.

Well, except for the massive ones on her chest and lower back.

Her sexy body was a masterpiece of mature perfection and exercise, every outline and curve was illuminated in the glow of the room lamp.

She was like a forbidden statue come to life.

Slender yet voluptuous, her full thighs were thick and toned from years of patrols with silver smooth skin glistening with nervous sweat.

They pressed together at the apex where her shaved pussy lips peeked, already puffy and glistening with arousal.

She had a perfect hourglass figure, leading up to her massive, plump breasts, round and heavy, sagging just enough to prove their natural weight.

Her areolas were a darker pink, wide and puffy, and her nipples were erect like chocolate kisses begging to be sucked.

Her long dark hair cascaded over one shoulder to her thigh, framing a face flushed with shame and desire and lips trembling with lust.

"M-Mrs Endo… I don't think this is a good idea," Renji stammered, scooting back further. "You don't have to do that… or anything like that!"

Miyako stepped closer, her naked body swaying, breasts moving from the left to the right, rubbing each other in an entrancing way.

"Don't say that, Renji. It's all I can think about, you see… It's only fair. I'm the one who brought you here… this is the only way to repay you. With my body."

Her voice was breathy, anxious, hands clasping in front of her pussy shyly.

Renji opened his mouth to protest again, "But—"

His words were stopped as Miyako leaned in swiftly and silenced him with a soft, tender kiss full of emotion and nervousness and raw lust.

"Mhm…"

For the first time, it was Renji who was caught off guard by sexual directness.

Her full lips pressed warm and plush against his, parting to let her tongue slip in gently. Then with her tongue, she tasted him.

She swirled the appendage hesitantly, licking his mouth. Renji could feel how hot and minty her breath was, and he heard the soft whimper that escaped as she went on.

She was so close now that he felt her plump breasts squish against his chest.

Miyako was a good kisser. Renji barely cared for kisses but hers? It stirred something in him that even when she pulled away, he felt his lips follow her like metal to a magnet.

Her eyes locked on his when she was done and she begged, "Please, Renji… let me do this. Let me mend things with my body. Pleasing you… it's the best way to make me feel better about myself."

Renji glanced toward the door, then back at her. "But… your son's room is right nearby. Haru could hear—"

Miyako paused, shy and thoughtful, biting her lip. Then she whispered, "It's fine… we'll be really quiet. He won't know."

Renji gazed at her. Silent.

But in his mind, an evil smile bloomed.

Poor Haru, his own mom didn't give a fuck if he walked in and sees her slurping his cock like a whore. She just wanted this dick.

Outwardly, he held a look of innocent surprise: "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes," she breathed.

Then, as he sat there, she took his hand in hers and guided it from her flat tummy up to her left breast, making him squeeze the soft, heavy orb.

"What about you? Don't you want my body?"

Renji shivered violently, her tit feeling impossibly round and soft in his palm.

It felt like something familiar. Yes, like warm dough, but if it was encased in silk.

He felt the weight as he sunk into it with his fingers, her nipple hardening against his skin, the flesh overflowing his grip.

Miyako was way too fuckable to be a cop.

She moaned softly at the touch, then brought his slick fingers (from her sweat) to her mouth, and then she began to lick them.

Renji's eyes widened.

She licked them clean with slow, swirling tongue laps before sucking his index finger deep, bobbing her head tenderly, hollowing her cheeks too as her eyes stayed locked on his.

"I don't know what I'm doing," she murmured around his finger, popping it out with a wet schlop.

"But I can't help myself… I have to make things right with you. Using my body."

Renji watched, sitting back in surprised confusion as she lowered to her knees between his legs on the hardwood floor.

"Using my mouth."

Her hands reached for his zipper, tugging it down slowly.

"What are you doing?" he asked her.

"Making things right," she whispered devoutly, freeing his cock.

It sprang out thick and veiny, throbbing impatiently.

Miyako's eyes shone like she'd discovered gold, widening in awe.

"Oh… it's… so big… Renji."

He wanted to smile, but he turned it to a nervous gulp.

She grabbed the cock carefully at the base. For a cop, her hand was pretty soft and her fingers gentle.

She stroked it for a while then leaned over with her mouth open and engulfed the head.

Renji felt the warm wetness arrest his cock, and he took a deep breath.

She started slow. Her lips sealed softly around the crown, and she flicked the underside with her tongue in lazy circles.

Carefully, she bobbed inch by inch, spit pooling and dribbling down the shaft in glossy trails.

Renji's eyes suddenly widened. What the hell? What the hell was this feeling?

Miyako's mouth felt awesome! Her suction, her tongue, her lips…

It felt just as good as pussy.

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