[HMN-803] Reunited with a Cute Café Worker After Three Years: She Was Married, But Still Weak to Pressure

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her behind the counter of that little café. Three years had passed since our last encounter, but she was still just as stunning, with that innocent face and tight little body that had driven me crazy before. She was wearing a simple apron over her dress, but I could already picture what was underneath. When she looked up and recognized me, her eyes widened in surprise, and a faint blush crept across her cheeks. I smiled, knowing she remembered every dirty thing we’d done.

I waited until her shift ended, then cornered her outside. She tried to make excuses, said she was married now, that it was wrong. But I could see the hesitation in her eyes, the way she bit her lip. I leaned in close, whispered how good it had been, how I’d thought about her so many times. She protested weakly, but I knew she was weak to pressure, just like before. I told her it would be just once, a private reunion, and she finally gave in with a shaky nod.

We went to a love hotel nearby. As soon as the door closed, she was in my arms, kissing me with a hunger that betrayed her earlier reluctance. I peeled off her clothes, revealing that slender, beautiful body I’d missed so much. She let me take her from behind first, her perfect ass bouncing against me as I buried myself deep. Then she turned around and climbed on top, riding me with a cowgirl rhythm that made me groan. I could feel her tightness, her warmth, and when I finally came inside her, she shuddered and cried out. We’d promised it would be just once, but as we lay there, breathless, I knew this wasn’t the end.