Ayako Katsuragi - You Like Me Not My Daughter

Ayako Katsuragi's Night of Surrendered Desire: A Passionate Embrace Culminating in Shared Ecstasy

The soft glow of the table lamp cast long, dancing shadows across Ayako Katsuragi’s elegant living room, painting the familiar space with an air of intimate anticipation. She sat on the plush sofa, a half-empty glass of Merlot cradled in her slender fingers, the ruby liquid mirroring the blush that had been creeping up her neck all evening. Her long hair, a cascade of silken ebony, fell over one shoulder, framing a face that held the gentle wisdom of a woman who had lived, loved, and now, desired with a quiet intensity that surprised even herself.