The cougar, a confident and striking woman in her 40s, entered the dimly lit, upscale bar with a predatory gaze. She scanned the room, her eyes glinting with mischief as she searched for her next conquest.
And then she saw him. The shotacon, a young man in his early 20s, sitting alone at the bar with a look of boredom on his face. She smirked to herself, feeling a thrill of excitement run through her veins. He was perfect.
She made her way over to him, her hips swaying with each step. She could feel the eyes of the other patrons on her, but she didn't care. She only had eyes for him.
"Well hello there, little boy," she said, her voice dripping with playful insolence. "You look like you could use some company."
The shotacon looked up at her, his eyes wide with surprise. He stuttered out a response, but the cougar was already amused by his nervousness. She continued to flirt with him, using her charisma and experience to charm him.
Despite his reservations, the shotacon found himself drawn to the cougar's confidence and allure. He couldn't help but feel aroused by her forwardness and the way she invaded his personal space.
The cougar, sensing his attraction, made her move and sat down on the stool next to him. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "You know, I've always had a thing for younger men. They're so... eager to please."
The shotacon's heart raced at her words. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't deny the arousal that was building inside of him.
The cougar, noticing his reaction, smiled and placed a hand on his thigh. She slowly moved her hand up his leg, teasing him, until she reached his crotch. She gave him a playful squeeze, then stood up, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Follow me, little boy," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I have something to show you."
The shotacon, his mind racing, followed her out of the bar and to her nearby apartment. Once inside, the cougar wasted no time and pushed him onto the bed. She climbed on top of him, straddling his face, and ground against him.
"I hope you're ready for this, little boy," she said, her voice filled with lust. "I'm not going to be gentle."
The shotacon couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't deny the arousal that was building inside of him. He was in for the night of his life.
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