“I don’t mean the water faucet—I mean a man’s. You’re young, so yours must be rock hard, right?” That teasing line from married woman Kana left me stunned during a midsummer sales call. Three months into my remodeling job and desperate to improve my mediocre numbers, I returned to her house after fleeing in embarrassment the first time. While I inspected the kitchen, Kana used the same filthy tone, called my cock a wonderful faucet, and lunged straight at my crotch. She then took control, riding hard enough to make me creampie her without thrusting once.