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The Taste of Mistake
Owen entered the apartment, his heart beating a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The heavy silence of the hallway felt oppressive, and the cold metal of the travel mug in his hands felt like a ticking time bomb. Fearing Miriam's reaction to his colossal blunder on the bus, Owen made a desperate, silent prayer for a miracle and decided to hide the incident.
Miriam emerged from the kitchen, wearing her baggy sweatshirt. She looked at him with a warm smile, her eyes immediately locking onto the travel mug. Without a word, Owen handed over the container, forcing a tight, nervous smile. Miriam took it, her soft fingers brushing against his. She unscrewed the cap and took a large, eager gulp. Instantly, her face contorted in surprise. She covered her mouth and looked up at him.
"Owen? What is this?" she asked softly, looking into the mug. "This is just bitter black coffee. Where is my carrot smoothie?"
Owen’s knees felt weak. Under her confused, questioning stare, his guilt completely overwhelmed him. He stumbled over his words, breaking down and confessing everything—the crowded bus, the sudden braking, the identical mugs, and the mysterious student who had walked away with her drink. Miriam’s eyes widened in shock, and a flash of intense disappointment crossed her face. Seeing how stressed and devastated Owen looked, she took a deep breath, stepping closer to gently hug him.
"Can you describe her? Any detail?" Miriam asked quietly.
Owen squeezed his eyes shut, trying to pierce through the fog of his memory, but the overwhelming panic on the bus had completely wiped his mind. "I... I don't know," he muttered. "It was so chaotic. A wet jacket, messy hair... I barely saw her face."
Miriam sighed, but instead of getting angry, a soft, resolute smile appeared on her lips. "Hey, look at me. It's okay. But right now, I don't want you to feel guilty. Let's just fix this."
Taking him by the hand, Miriam led Owen into the bedroom. The atmosphere shifted instantly as she pushed him gently onto the bed. Her baggy clothes hit the floor, revealing the blue lace underwear that was already beginning to look noticeably tighter on her slightly shifting curves. Sitting on his lap, she initiated a deep, passionate kiss that made Owen forget all his worries. Their movements became urgent, driven by a mutual desire to make up for the lost day. After a passionate bout of intercourse that filled the room with their heavy breathing, Miriam deftly shifted her position. Straddling him, she slid down to his chest, then moved lower, taking his fully erect member back into her warm mouth. Her technique was noticeably improving, her wet lips drawing deep, enthusiastic strokes. The intense pleasure, combined with the relief of her forgiveness, quickly brought Owen to his limit. With a muffled moan, he came, his warmth filling her mouth completely, which Miriam immediately swallowed with a satisfied smile. As she wiped her lips, Owen could swear her silhouette expanded just a fraction more in the dim light of the bedroom. A deep sense of relief washed over him as he realized that their unconventional bond had only grown stronger despite the day's mishap...
Miriam:
• Height: 162.97+1%=164.60 cm
• Chest circumference: 81.57+2%=83.20 cm
• Girth under the chest: 67.54+1%=68.22 cm
• Cup Size (EU): 70B --> 70B
• Hip circumference: 90.72+2%=92.53 cm
• Labia thickness: 2.46+3%=2.53 cm
• Clitoral Length: 2.12+5%=2.23 cm
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