Slippery cravings
Now his hunger had shifted to something far more primal.
He had spotted her earlier at the exclusive rooftop bar in Roppongi.
Aiko Nakamura, 27, a Tokyo fashion designer with porcelain skin, long raven hair, and striking dark eyes. Her body was a masterpiece — full, firm breasts, a narrow waist, and long, sculpted legs. She wore a sheer black kimono-style dress that left little to the imagination, the fabric clinging to her curves as she moved.
Kenji approached her with calm dominance.
“You don’t belong among the tourists,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “Come with me. My suite is private. The view is better… and I want to see what you look like when you’re truly exposed.”
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