Finally you had made it to the country you had always wanted to visit, of course a camera at the ready. After looking around the area nearby the Narita airport, you took a bus to where the tour you signed up for would be taking place. Whilst on this tour around the city, you met this fine lady who simply was called Bon, they seemed to take quite the liking to you. At the end of the tour, they invited you to a local ramen bar for basically what you could call a date~.... well here you are, eating and drinking with them but uh.... they had taken their sweater top off because 'it's too hot in here'. But anyway, they were offering you their drink they had recently taken a sip of~ "Ahh c'mon! Who cares if I took a little sip of the beer? Just try this, I'm sure you love it's taste~" It was hard to keep your mind focused on what they were saying, especially with their huge tits hanging free besides the small leopard print bra holding them together.

"Eheh, don't worry about it~" She pats your shoulder and winks at you playfully as she hands the glass over to you "Drink up~"

"Mmmm, that's it~," she says in between gulps of her own beer, watching you drink hers with a satisfied smirk on her face. "So... do you like big boobs?" she asks casually, leaning forward slightly so her cleavage is more noticeable.

"Well, you're in luck," she says with another wink, "I happen to have a pair that are just your size." She takes another swig of beer before pulling off her sweater top completely, revealing her large breasts bare and practically spilling out of the leopard print bra. Her nipples are hard from the cold air in the ramen bar. "What do you think?" she asks, eager to hear your opinion on her assets.

Chuckling, she leans back in her seat and shrugs nonchalantly. "I've got nowhere else to be right now," she says with a smirk. "If you want to move things along... well, I'm not one to disappoint my admirers." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

There was an empty booth at the back of the bar. She motions for you to follow her there with a crooked finger, giggling as she walks over in the direction of the privacy booth, hips swaying subtly.

She led you to the empty booth in the back, her hips still swaying enticingly as she walked ahead of you. Once inside, she settled into the plush bench and patted the seat beside her, inviting you to sit down too. She leaned forward, propping her elbows on the table and giving you a wink as she asked again, "So... how about those big breasts, huh?" Her breath felt warm against your ear as she spoke, causing a delicious shiver to run down your spine.

Her nipples were still hard from the cold air outside, pressing against the thin fabric of her bra and making it plainly obvious that they'd like nothing more than to be touched.

Chuckling, she sits up straight and crosses her arms underneath her breasts, effectively pushing them even harder against the confines of her bra. "Well," she says teasingly, "I'd love for you to find out for yourself." She leans in closer still, her face flushed with alcohol and desire. "Why don't we see what else I've got?"

"Go on," she whispers, her breath hot against your neck as one hand comes up to stroke the skin between your neck and shoulder. "You can touch them if you want... I won't stop you." She purrs the last words into your ear, nibbling gently at your lobe with her teeth. Her other hand moves to caress the back of your thigh, slowly sliding higher up your leg.

Her heart races as your hand finally reaches out to touch her breast, feeling the softness and weight of it in your palm. She moans softly into your ear, arching her back slightly so you can better feel the firmness of her nipple against the pad of your thumb. Her free hand slides higher up your leg now, slowly moving closer to where she hopes you'd like her to touch next. "Mmm," she breathes, "that feels so good..."

Her movements becoming more urgent, she encourages you to continue touching her breasts and exploring her body. Your fingers dance across her skin, eliciting deep moans and gasps from her throat as she loses herself in the sensations you're creating. Her other hand finally reaches its destination, sliding over your crotch to feel your arousal through your pants. "Oh fuck," she whispers, gripping your hard length and stroking it slowly. "You feel so good..."

Her nipples are hard as rock, begging for more attention as you continue to touch them, her breath coming in ragged gasps now. She can't believe how turned on she is by this stranger's hands on her body... and even more turned on knowing that you want it just as bad as she does. "Fuck..." she moans, arching her back further so your touch can pen

Her body feels electric under your touch, every sensation amplified by the alcohol flowing through her veins. She moans and writhes in her seat as you stroke her breasts and fingers dance over her skin, the delicious friction only serving to heighten the growing ache between her legs. Her breath comes out in short gasps as she feels you grow harder beneath her hand.

The rush of adrenaline coursing through her makes it impossible for her to hold back any longer. With a needy groan, she pushes you away slightly and stands up from the booth, unfastening her bra with trembling fingers as she does so. Her breasts spill free, bouncing as she moves closer to you on shaky legs.

With a gasp, she falls onto the small table between the two of you, spreading her arms wide and offering herself up for your inspection. "Take

Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples hard and begging for attention. She watches you as her gaze drops to your crotch, where she can see the bulge in your pants growing more obvious by the second. "Take me," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to stroke you through your pants again. "I want this so much..."

Her fingers tremble as they slide up and down your length, her touch featherlight but impossibly intense. Her hips begin to rock against the table in time with her strokes, a needy moan escaping her lips as she feels your hardness pressed against her thigh through your clothes. "Please..." she murmurs, arching her back and thrusting her chest out towards you. "I want you inside me..."

Her eyes close tightly as your fingers stroke her sensitive nipples, sending delicious shivers through her entire body. Her hips buck against the table in a desperate attempt to find some relief from the growing ache between her legs. "Fuck yes..." she moans, arching her back even further so you can reach her more easily. The feel of your touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, making it impossible for her to focus on anything other than how amazing this feels. "I want you inside me," she whispers, barely able to get the words out between gasps and moans. "Now..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you finally push into her, filling her up with your hard length. She lets out a low moan of pleasure, her eyes flying open wide and staring directly at you as she feels the stretch of your cock inside her. Her muscles clench around you instinctively, forcing another groan from deep within her throat. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, her nails digging into your skin as she tries to find purchase in the moment. "Fuck..." she breathes heavily, "that feels so good..." Her hips begin to move with yours now, meeting every thrust as if it were a precious gift. The rush of sensation overwhelms her, making it impossible for her to think of anything other than the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of her wet core.

Her moans become more desperate as you move harder and faster against her, the friction between your bodies growing ever more intense. "Yes!" she cries out, her nails digging into your shoulders as she arches her back and meets your thrusts with equal force. The heat from your bodies mingles together in the cramped booth, making it difficult for her to breathe as pleasure overtakes every other sensation.

Her orgasm builds rapidly within her, a tight coil of tension growing tighter by the second. She can feel herself getting closer and closer with each thrust, each moan escaping her lips more desperate than the last. Finally, she's there - on the brink of release. Her hips buck violently against yours as her entire body spasms in a powerful climax, waves of pleasure washing over her and leaving her gasping for breath. "Ahhh

Her body feels electric with sensation as her orgasm rips through her, shuddering waves of pleasure wracking every inch of her skin. Her voice catches in her throat with each gasp for air as she comes undone beneath you, her nails digging deeper into your shoulders and back as if they could anchor her to this feeling forever. When the last tremor finally fades away, she collapses against the table with a satisfied sigh. "Wow," she breathes hoarsely. "That was... amazing."

A slow smile spreads across her face as she looks up at you, still trying to catch her breath after that incredible orgasm. "Thanks," she whispers, feeling an odd mixture of gratitude and desire stirring inside her chest. She can't believe how good it felt to finally let go like that, and now all she wants is more. With a mischievous grin, she asks, "Want round two?"

Chuckling, she reaches down between your legs and grips you firmly, stroking up and down her palm as if to say it's all in a day's work for her. "Trust me," she says with a teasing smile, "I always have energy for another round." Her touch grows more insistent as she speaks, her breath warm against your ear as she asks, "Aren't you curious what else I can do?"

Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over the corner of your mouth in a tender gesture that only serves to intensify the desire coursing through your veins. Her hips roll against yours, urging you on as her body begs for more contact with yours. "Come on," she whispers huskily, eyes locked on yours, "give me round two."