Teriyaki

As the crimson leaves fall around them, a striking figure strides towards the train stop, her heels clacking against the pavement. Despite her short stature, her confidence is unmistakable, a nod to her Indian heritage evident in her features. Not far behind, a tall man walks with purpose, his lean physique accentuated by casual attire. She pauses, her eyes meeting his with curiosity. She wears light blue jeans with a white stripe down each leg and a dark green sweater, while he sports white sneakers and a crisp white shirt. It seems they have just wrapped up dinner, adding a touch of mystery to their encounter amidst the falling leaves.

As they arrive at the train stop, it's evident to bystanders that Wim and Myrtha are more than just acquaintances. There's an undeniable magnetic pull between them, subtly drawing them closer together.

Wim, a 25-year-old white man, works as an analyst at a retail company. His calm and measured demeanor exudes a sense of reliability and stability, contrasting with the hustle and bustle of the train station surroundings.

Myrtha, 21, is a girl of Indian ancestry whose parents relocated to the Netherlands when she was a baby. Currently pursuing a degree in Marketing at university, she exudes confidence and determination.

While Wim lives alone on the outskirts of a smaller city, although Myrtha frequently keeps him company.

"Ah don't make your head heavy with that. Yea, what a dork. He just wants to put you down. You would pass at any other professor." Wim states.

"Yea my friends say the same. The Compliance subject is such a garbage. I heard some girls wear revealing clothes to the exams to get better marks. " Myrtha exhales.

"That's stupid. Does it help though?" He raises eyebrows.

"Yea. From what I have heard."

"Don't do that baby. Hide your pretty body. It's only mine. ", he puts his hands on her hips.

Myrtha feels his hot breath on her face. She leans forward and lands a intense kiss on his neck. She can feel that Wim is different today. He is being more handy with her. It has been some time since they have been together last time.

"Don't worry. I can go to different professor."

She feels the veins pumping blood to her head. She knows a neck is his weak spot. She feels his breath get tense. She suckles hard on his neck. His hands grab her ass. She bites his skin. They caught attention of couple people waiting for the city train. Myrtha looks shortly on the male bystanders watching her.

"My nerdy girl can make it" Wim chuckles.

Their kissing is interrupted by incoming train. They get in and take a seat.

As they settle into their seats on the train, a subtle tension lingers between them, like a storm gathering on the horizon.

"You know, Wim," Myrtha begins, her voice tinged with annoyance, "I can't help but feel like you're always second-guessing me."

Wim's brows furrow in confusion. "Second-guessing you? Nah, Myrtha, never. You're like, the smartest person I know."

Myrtha rolls her eyes. "Then why do you always feel the need to micromanage everything I do?"

Wim's expression softens, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Well, I just wanna make sure everything's perfect for you, babe. You deserve the best, you know?"

Myrtha sighs, shaking her head. "It's not about perfection, Wim. It's about trusting me to handle things on my own."

Wim's grin fades, replaced by a more serious expression. "I get it, Myrtha. I'll try to lay off a bit. "

Myrtha chuckles, unable to resist his charm. "Thanks, Wim. I appreciate that. But seriously, I need you to have faith in me, okay?"

Wim nods, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "I do, Myrtha. I really do. I promise."

Their conversation hangs in the air, the gentle hum of the train providing a soothing backdrop to their exchange. In that moment, they both realize the importance of trust and understanding in their relationship, flaws and all

They stop before the front door. The view outside offers beautiful sunset scenery. Wim notices an unusual fire in Myrtha. The kind of vibe she usually has when they are fucking. Her eyes are blazing forward. She is nervous, restless and horny. She has been thinking about it the entire dinner. She couldn't stop the images in her head where Wim holds her throat and keeps pumping into her. Finally she has a break from her neverending studying. The exam period is not over yet. Her stress is so pent up and she needs release.

They pause before the front door, the vibrant hues of the sunset casting a serene backdrop to their conversation. Wim notices a flicker of anticipation in Myrtha's eyes, a restless energy that hints at something more primal. Wim notices an unusual fire in Myrtha. The kind of vibe she usually has when they are fucking. Her eyes are blazing forward. She is nervous, restless and horny. She has been thinking about it the entire dinner. She couldn't stop the images in her head where Wim holds her throat and keeps pumping into her. Finally she has a break from her neverending studying. The exam period is not over yet. Her stress is so pent up and she needs release.

"You seem... keyed up," Wim observes, his tone casual as he gestures toward Myrtha's demeanor.

Myrtha nods, a nervous energy coursing through her as she tries to mask her excitement. "Yeah, just need a break from all the studying," she replies, her voice betraying a hint of tension.

Wim raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "Well, lucky for us, dinner was just the beginning of our escape from your exam hell."

Myrtha lets out a small chuckle, though her mind is clearly elsewhere. "Escape, huh? Sounds like just what I need."

Wim: "My nerdy girl can make it."

She playfully nudges him, a grin quirking her lips. "Hey, being dedicated to my studies doesn't make me a nerd."

They enter the apartment.

"So do I get anything for that dinner?" Wim winks.

"Like what?" She laughs.

"Hmm you might have an idea."

"Maybeee" she gropes his crotch.

Wim pulls her closer, their bodies pressing together as their lips meet in a brief yet passionate kiss. The taste of teriyaki food lingers on Myrtha's lips, a reminder of their dinner together earlier. His hands roam over her enticing hips, fingers tracing her booty with a hunger born of desire. With a gentle yet firm squeeze, he revels in the softness of her form, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from Myrtha.

She curls her head against his chest, savoring the warmth and intimacy of their embrace. Wim lifts his chin, resting it on the crown of her head as they stand together in a moment of shared affection. The rhythm of their breaths intertwines, a silent promise of the connection they share amidst the chaos of their lives.

Myrtha glides towards the living room wardrobe, shedding her sweater with an effortless grace that reveals a white, long-sleeved tee. The fabric hugs her curves with a tantalizing embrace, its rich hue accentuating the contours of her full figure. The flower motifs adorning the sleeves add a touch of intricate elegance, drawing attention to the subtle details that make the garment special.As she moves, the tee molds itself to her silhouette, creating a visual symphony that emphasizes the enticing curves of her body. The neckline plunges modestly, framing her collarbone and adding a hint of allure to the overall ensemble. The sleeves, with their delicate floral patterns, serve as a visual crescendo, guiding the gaze toward her arms, which carry a subtle strength, accentuating her alluring presence.

However, it's her bust that commands attention--a captivating display of femininity. The fabric clings to her chest with a magnetic pull, highlighting the tension and allure of her bosom. Her breasts, subtly emphasized, create an undeniable focal point, drawing the eye with an irresistibly sensuous allure. The white tee, a canvas for her natural beauty, becomes a vessel through which the symphony of her figure unfolds, leaving an indelible impression of allure and anticipation in the air. Winking at Wim, she adds a playful touch to the already charged atmosphere. His gaze lingers, captivated by the captivating dance of fabric and form. As they stand locked in a silent exchange, the allure of Myrtha's figure becomes an unspoken promise, heightening the anticipation of the intimate moments about to unfold.

"Lemme go to the restroom real quick," she said.

"I will get the wine," Wim responds, turning towards the bar.

A moment of realization dawns as he discovers the absence of wine, leaving only a few rum bottles.

"Fuck, it's nothing there, it's either water or Jägermeister."

He fills two small glasses with the Jäger.Myrtha returns, and Wim invites her.

"Come baby, drink it."

She takes the glass, observing, "It's not wine."

"It will make it, or are you thirsty for more?" Wim challenges with a mischievous grin.

"Yes, I am," she looks him in the eyes, smiles slightly, and her voice trembles.

He smiles back, "I know you are."

They are in awe, a combination of ecstasy and anticipation. Even if their life isn't perfect, they find themselves insanely happy in this moment. They slowly embrace, their lips meeting for the first time that evening, as the magnetic pull between them intensifies.

Their lips part, the taste of rum lingering on their breath, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. The magnetic force between them pulls them back together with an audible, hunger-filled collision.In the passionate exchange, Myrtha feels Wim's tongue probing her mouth, sparking a primal response. Her fingers dig into his back with a forceful urgency, pulling him closer. Wim, adapting to their height difference, firmly places his left hand on her jaw and the back of her head, intensifying the depth of their kiss. The heat between them rises, and Myrtha senses a fiery wave spreading through her chest. Butterflies dance in her stomach, and an electric current courses through her body, centered below her belly, arousing a growing desire. She's getting wet. In a bold and assertive move, Wim grabs Myrtha's waist mid-kiss, guiding her towards a nearby wall. Surrendering to his commanding presence, Myrtha's back meets the wall, and Wim lifts her right thigh, allowing her to eagerly wrap it around him. The explicit connection deepens as Wim starts to grind his crotch against her, creating an explicit dance of desire that heightens the erotic tension between them. Myrtha feels his hard cock on her tummy.

Myrtha's breath hitches as Wim's lips trail down her neck, leaving a path of fiery kisses in their wake.

"Wim," she moans softly, her voice a breathless plea. "I need you."

Wim's hands roam over her curves, igniting a hunger that burns hotter with each touch.

"I'm right here, Myrtha," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "Ready to give you everything you crave."

Their gazes lock, sparking a primal connection that sets their bodies ablaze with need.

"Then take me," Myrtha gasps, her eyes smoldering with passion. "Take me right here, right now."

Myrtha's skin and chest literally radiate with energy. Wim feels her bust as he grinds his dick on her. Martha puts her thigh down and grabs his butt through his jeans. Her womb is all ready for him. At this point she's soaking wet. She's concerned about wetting her jeans. Her puffed pussy lips are almost visible through the fabric. Their eyes lock and Wim sees it again. He has noticed it several times. Her eyes changed as if it were not her anymore. The human eyes became animal. Her gaze became that of tigress on the hunt. Her eyes darkened. Myrtha can think no more. She is completely in the moment. All the frustration from the extremely busy student life. She needs that dick. She needs it inside her fast. Wim reaches bottom of her white tee and pulls it over her head. Myrtha lifts her arms and reveals her nice juicy 32D titties. She squeezes them together as she has her hands up. Once Wim tosses the tee, his big hands cup her bust wrapped in white Calvin klein. The white fabric makes high contrast with her brown skin.

Myrtha's skin and chest pulse with anticipation, aching for Wim's touch. As he grinds against her, she feels his hardness pressing against her, sending shivers down her spine. With a fervent urgency, she pulls him closer, her nails digging into his back, craving the sensation of his skin against hers. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as desire courses through her veins, igniting every nerve ending in her body. She's beyond wet; she's dripping with need, her arousal evident in the way her swollen lips part, begging for his touch. Their eyes lock, and Wim sees it--the primal hunger in her gaze, the animalistic desire that consumes her. In this moment, there is no room for thought, only raw, unbridled passion. Myrtha's entire being is focused on one thing: she needs him. She needs him inside her, filling her to the brim with ecstasy. With a swift motion, Wim strips away the barrier between them, revealing Myrtha's heaving chest and ripe, juicy breasts. Her heaving breasts fall a little. She's a little bit sweaty and her large aureolas are glistening. As her tee falls to the floor, his hands eagerly claim her, grasping her breasts with a primal possessiveness that leaves her trembling with anticipation. She watches as his eyes darken with desire, the sight of her glistening aureolas only adding to the hunger that consumes him

Myrtha lets out laugh as he grabs her right breast. Myrtha gasps softly as Wim's fingers caress her breast, sending a surge of pleasure through her body.

"Oh, Wim," she breathes, her voice husky with desire. "You know just how to make me feel so good."

Wim's lips curl into a smirk as he leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear.

"I aim to please, Myrtha," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "And tonight, I want to make you feel more than good. I want to make you feel unforgettable."

A shiver runs down Myrtha's spine at his words, her arousal building with each passing moment. "Then show me, Wim," she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Show me just how unforgettable you can be."

He puts his hands on her now naked shoulders. She stares at him with anticipation. Her nipples are rock hard. Her white Calvin Klein Panties are soaking wet. If she didn't have any self control,she would just pulled his clothes off and fucked him immediately. But she wanted to look decent. Wim leans forward and kisses her forehead passionately. Myrtha closes her eyes and moans loudly. Their eyes lock again. The electricity that is between them is immeasurable. After long stare Wim says : "Get ready for me baby". Wim starts unbuttoning his white shirt. He slowly takes of his jeans and underwear.

He walks over to the table and refills two glasses with Jägermeister. He takes the glasses and walks back to Myrtha as his fully erected cock swings from side to side. With a primal hunger in his eyes, Wim steps closer, his arousal evident in the way his cock sways with each step. Myrtha's gaze lingers on his hardened length, her mouth watering with anticipation.

As Wim hands her a glass of Jägermeister, their fingers brush, sending a jolt of electricity through Myrtha's body. She takes a sip, the sweet liquid warming her from the inside out, matching the fire that burns within her.. As their bodies press together, the heat between them becomes unbearable, driving them to the brink of ecstasy.

Myrtha's hands grip his cock with a fierce urgency, her touch electric against his skin. Wim's senses are overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of her arousal, driving his desire to new heights. Their mouths collide hungrily, tongues dancing in a feverish embrace as their passion ignites. Wim leans forward, his fingers digging into her supple flesh, feeling the heat radiating from her body. Myrtha's need is palpable, her white Calvin Klein Panties soaked through with desire. Wim's own nakedness only heightens the intensity of the moment, his cock throbbing with anticipation as he presses it against her, seeking entrance.

"How badly do you need it?"

Wim's voice quivers with desire, his own longing mirroring hers.

"I can't wait any longer," Myrtha pants, her voice husky with need.

With a desperate urgency, she leads him to the bedroom, shedding her last piece of clothing with a sense of abandon. Her glistening pussy beckons to him, a tantalizing invitation that Wim cannot resist. As he puts on a condom, Myrtha's fingers explore her wetness, driving herself to the brink of ecstasy. Wim's hands caress her thighs, his gaze locked on her dripping sex. With a primal hunger, he plunges into her, the sensation overwhelming them both in a symphony of pleasure and desire. Myrtha's moans fill the room, a chorus of ecstasy that echoes off the walls as they lose themselves in each other, consumed by the intensity of their passion.

As Wim keeps thrusting, Myrtha gets lost in the moment. His hands on her waist make her boobs bounce with each move. Her erected nipples on her large aureolas are pointing up to the ceiling. Wim wants to suck them so bad but he's busy working her pussy. Myrtha can't help but moan loud. Wim's groans mix with hers, filling the room with their loud growls. Then, he slows down, going deeper with each thrust, hitting her just right. In that intense moment, Myrtha loses herself in pleasure, knowing this experience will stick with her.

"Yes, yes, don't stop" Myrtha shouts, her breath shortens.

The wet sounds of his cock ravaging her pussy fill the room. But Myrtha is taking it so well. Her sweaty hot body is glistening under low light. Myrtha can finally decompress. She has exam period on the university. The stress has been building up and she can finally channel it out. She can finally let go of that pent up energy. Her arousal is building up, and she starts making animal, guttural sounds. Wim absolutely loves when his queen goes wild. In everyday life she strives to act very proper. But in bed she turns into a monster. She has actually more sexual appetite than Wim. But she is absolutely happy with his cock and the way he is used to take care of her sexual needs.

The tunnel vision of Wim narrows even more as he locks eyes with Myrtha. Suddenly time slows down. He keep pushing into her bouncing flesh, pushing his throbbing dick in her tightening pussy, penetrating her deep, his balls hitting her ass crack. And then the point of no return for Wim comes. He feels incredible pressure in his balls and then starts spurting deep in her. His hands holding her waist so tight as he thrusts into her and keep spurting. Myrtha was herself on the brink of orgasm and his throbbing sends her over the edge. Her strong body is tossing and turning on the bed. After Wim is spent, he slows down.

As they catch their breath, Wim gently pulls out and collapses beside Myrtha, both of them are panting and sweaty. Myrtha's chest rises and falls with each deep breath, her large nipples standing out, her eyes heavy with satisfaction. Wim reaches out to wipe a bead of sweat from her brow, his touch gentle against her flushed skin.

"Whew, that was intense," Wim says, a grin spreading across his face.

Myrtha chuckles softly, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, it was," she replies, a playful glint in her eye.

They lay there in a comfortable silence for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their passion. Myrtha takes the filled condom out and giggles.

"Wow you came a lot" she says as she plays with it.

She gets down and gets her head between his legs. She gives him quick slurp. Wim goes crazy. She finishes cleaning him up. She ends it with pop.

Myrtha's mind starts to wander, thinking about their plans for the rest of the evening.

"So, what do you want to do now?" Wim asks, breaking the silence.

Myrtha shrugs, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I don't know, maybe round two?" she suggests, raising an eyebrow suggestively. Wim's eyes widen in surprise before a grin spreads across his face.