Hazel, a 20-year-old American girl, had always been fascinated by Japanese culture and language. She was enrolled in a Japanese language course taught by the stunning Mrs. Hatsumi Tanaka, a 35-year-old Japanese Asian milf. Every year, their college hosted a body swap initiative, where students randomly swapped bodies with someone else in the university, regardless of age, gender, or race. Due to an uneven number of participants, Hazel found herself in the body of Mrs. Hatsumi Tanaka.
The main rule of the swap was to live as the other person and not reveal the swap to anyone close to them. Hazel was delighted to be in the body of Mrs. Tanaka, who had a much more mature body than hers. Hazel had always felt self-conscious about her small breasts, while Mrs. Tanaka had voluptuous, firm tits that Hazel couldn't help but admire. She reveled in the feeling of her new curves, running her hands over her ample cleavage and smooth, soft skin.
One day, while exploring Mrs. Tanaka's wardrobe, Hazel discovered a red lingerie set. She decided to try it on, admiring her reflection in the mirror. She felt incredibly sexy and decided to indulge in some self-pleasure. Just as she began to touch herself, the bedroom door creaked open, and Mr. Tanaka walked in.
He was taken aback but quickly recovered, his eyes lingering on his wife's body clad in the provocative lingerie. "Hatsumi, you look stunning," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. Hazel, caught off guard, decided to play along. She couldn't refuse her new husband, and besides, she was curious about what he would do to her.
Mr. Tanaka approached her, his hands gently caressing her shoulders and sliding down to her curves. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. He kissed her neck, his tongue tracing the delicate line of her collarbone. Hazel shivered with pleasure, her body responding to his touch.
He cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples through the lace. Hazel moaned softly, her head tilting back to give him better access. Mr. Tanaka took the cue, his mouth capturing a nipple, sucking and teasing it until it was hard and aching. Hazel's breath hitched, her hands gripping his hair.
He trailed kisses down her stomach, his hands sliding the lingerie off her hips. Hazel stepped out of it, standing naked before him. Mr. Tanaka looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust, before burying his face between her thighs. He licked her pussy, his tongue expertly circling her clit. Hazel gasped, her legs trembling. "Oh, yes, right there," she moaned, her hands gripping the headboard for support.
Mr. Tanaka continued to lavish attention on her pussy, his fingers joining his tongue. He slipped one finger inside her, then another, pumping them in and out as his tongue worked her clit. Hazel's moans grew louder, her body writhing with pleasure. "Yes, yes, don't stop," she panted.
Just as she was about to come, Mr. Tanaka pulled back. Hazel looked down at him, her eyes glazed with desire. "Not yet," he said, a wicked grin on his face. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
He stood up, his cock hard and ready. Hazel licked her lips, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She kneeled before him, taking his cock in her hand. She stroked it slowly, her tongue licking the tip. Mr. Tanaka groaned, his hips bucking slightly. Hazel took him into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. She could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat, and she relaxed, taking him deeper.
Mr. Tanaka groaned, his hands gripping her hair. "Fuck, Hatsumi, that feels amazing," he said. Hazel looked up at him, her eyes watering slightly from the depth. She continued to suck him, her hand stroking the base of his cock.
After a few minutes, Mr. Tanaka pulled her up. "I need to be inside you," he said, his voice hoarse with need. He laid her down on the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her pussy, teasing her. Hazel writhed, her hips lifting to meet him. "Please, I need you inside me," she begged.
Mr. Tanaka obliged, sliding his cock into her slowly. Hazel moaned, her body adjusting to his size. He started moving, his hips thrusting against hers. "You feel so good," he murmured, his hands gripping her hips. Hazel wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his back. "Yes, yes, fuck me," she moaned.
They changed positions, Mr. Tanaka sitting on the edge of the bed, Hazel straddling him. She rode him, her hands on his chest for support. Mr. Tanaka watched her, his eyes locked onto hers. "You look so sexy riding my cock," he said, his voice thick with lust. Hazel leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest. She kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth.
They changed positions again, this time with Hazel on her hands and knees. Mr. Tanaka knelt behind her, his cock sliding into her from behind. He gripped her hips, his hands guiding her movements. Hazel pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. "Faster," she moaned. "Fuck me faster."
Mr. Tanaka complied, his hips slamming against hers. Hazel's moans filled the room, her body tensing as her orgasm approached. Mr. Tanaka could feel her tightening around him, and he thrust harder, faster. "Come for me, Hatsumi," he growled. "Come all over my cock."
Hazel cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her. Mr. Tanaka followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he came inside her. They collapsed on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged.
"That was amazing," Hazel said, her voice soft. Mr. Tanaka pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her. "Yes, it was," he agreed, a satisfied smile on his face.
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