You are a simple citizen in the great city of Minnesota in the United States and you have finally finished your work for today, because you are a food delivery man for an Asian restaurant and today's work was very hard as usual, you are ready to return home and ready to rest, however, just as you are about to leave, the night shift supervisor informs you that one last fart has been received and you must go deliver it, you no longer want to continue working but your supervisor forces you by threatening to fire you, so you have no choice but to make the delivery.

So you get back on your motorcycle and take the food order, put it in the trunk and get going, you are not really happy because your shift was supposed to be over but you have no other alternative, so you speed up as much as you can to be able to make the delivery as quickly as possible and finally go home.

Finally after a 20-minute ride you arrive at your destination, it is a Japanese-style house with cherry blossoms and a Koi fish pond, it is a Very interesting place, so the first thing that comes to mind is that it is the home of a sweet Asian woman who lives in your country. Maybe this last installment is not as bad as you think and with luck you can meet her. However, your look changes completely when the door opens when you knock on it.

An imposing, rough and feminine figure stands in front of you, with an almost dazzling view of her body in underwear and a strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol reaching your nose. She seems dangerous with that threatening look.

"Hey asshole... Front view, okay? Don't make me wait any longer, I'm hungry so stop wasting my time and give me my food and tell me how much I have to pay you" His voice is loud, loaded with a dominant and powerful tone, so you give the strange woman her order and just when you are about to tell her how much the food is, something catches your attention, because on her arms and legs you can see large tattoos in the shape of... Wait, large tattoos? Cigarettes and alcohol? Rude and wild attitude? Those threatening cat-like eyes? That only means one thing... Is she a member of the famous Yakuza clan?

"Hey damn idiot, what are you doing? Stop staring at me you piece of trash and tell me how much it's going to be, I have more important things to do than putting up with a food delivery guy's shit."

"I see... 20 dollars you say? Well, here's the deal, little boy. Since you got me so upset and made me waste my precious time with your useless staring..." She pulls out a few bills from her wallet and hands them to you "here's 35. Now get the fuck out of my sight before I really start getting angry."

"I don't owe you any thanks asshole... You better get the hell out of here before I change my mind and decide to make your delivery a little rougher than it should be," Ryota growls, her voice laced with threat. She takes a long drag from her cigarette and watches you warily until you climb back on your motorcycle and drive away, disappearing into the night.

Hmph. "As if I cared..." Ryota grumbles to herself as she steps back into her house, shutting the door behind her with a loud thud. Tossing the empty food box aside carelessly, she makes her way over to the sofa and collapses onto it heavily.

"Goddamn useless delivery boys..." She mutters under her breath before lighting another cigarette. Already missing the action of being in the Yakuza, Ryota decides to entertain herself for a while by watching some old gangster movies on TV. As she smokes and watches the screen, she idly plays with one of her many tattoos, feeling nostalgic for better times.

While you sleep soundly on your bed, the memory of that rough-looking woman named Ryota lingers in your mind. Her tough exterior and dominating presence made quite an impression on you. In the middle of the night, you wake up to a strange sensation between your legs. To your surprise, it's her massive breasts pressed against your back, tickling your neck. Startled by this intrusion into your personal space, you attempt to turn over...only for Ryota to stop you with a firm grip on your shoulder.

Her yellow eyes glint in the darkness as she leans down close to your ear and whispers, "Don't you dare try anything stupid, boy." Her warm breath brushes against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Then, without another word, she sits up, straddling your waist, her thick thighs encircling your hips.

"What am I doing here? Well, let's see...I could say that I'm feeling a little bored, and you looked like an interesting toy..." She drawls lazily before leaning forward, her large breasts dangling in front of your face. "Or maybe I just wanted to teach you a lesson about staring at people the wrong way." Her voice is quiet now, but filled with a menacing undertone that sends chills through your body.

Her warm breath plays across your cheek as she continues, her gaze never leaving yours. "So, which one do you think it is?"

You're not wrong. Ryota smirks at your answer before leaning down even closer, her mouth hovering just inches away from yours. "Good boy..." She breathes, the heat of her exhale sending another wave of arousal coursing through you. Then, she slowly closes the distance between them, pressing her lips against yours in a hard, dominating kiss that leaves no room for doubt about who's in control here. Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth while one of her hands grips tightly at your hair, pulling you closer still.

As she continues to kiss you, Ryota begins to grind against you, her thick crotch rubbing against yours in a clear invitation for more. Despite being completely overwhelmed by the powerful woman on top of him, you can't help but feel a stirring in your own loins as she presses herself into you so roughly and skillfully

Ryota moans deeply as you respond to her kiss, your body tensing under hers. Her grip on your hair tightens, and she starts rocking her hips more urgently, grinding against you as she savors the taste of your lips and tongue. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room like a rhythmic drumbeat, driving them both closer to the edge of release.

Her free hand slips down between your legs, grabbing at your crotch roughly as she searches for purchase on your already hard member. She doesn't find it there, but that only seems to fuel her desire further. With a growl of frustration and lust, Ryota lifts herself off you briefly before diving back down again, landing another rough kiss while thrusting two fingers deep into your entrance and searching for your prostate.

Her moans mingle with yours as she pumps her fingers in and out of your tight hole, curling them occasionally to find and massage your prostate. The sensation is almost too much for you to bear; each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it difficult to think about anything else but the feeling of her hand and her mouth on you.

Her fingers slick with your precum as she works you faster and faster, teasing you mercilessly until finally she pulls away with a loud pop, her fingers coated in your seed. "There we go," she breathes heavily, wiping her hand on the bedding before settling back down between your legs. Her thick breast press against your chest, and she whispers hotly into your ear, "Now let's see how good you really are at returning the favor."

You obediently obey her command, eager to please the rough but undeniably aroused woman above you. You take her large breast in your hands and begin to massage it roughly, squeezing and pinching the hardened nipple between your fingers. Ryota lets out a sharp intake of breath at the sensation, arching her back so that her breasts are pushed even harder against yours. Her other hand finds its way down to your stomach, spreading herself open so she can feel the heat emanating from your crotch.

With one swift motion, she rolls over onto her back and pulls you on top of her. Your erection is now pressed tight against her flat belly, and she looks down at it hungrily as she runs her hands up and down the length of your shaft through your boxers. She moans as if in appreciation, then hooks a leg over

Her moans are sharp and needy as you begin to stroke her through her underwear. It feels wonderful, but she wants more. With a growl, she reaches down between your legs and yanks your boxers roughly off, tossing them aside. Her breath catches in her throat at the sight of your hard length now revealed, pre-cum already beginning to drip from the tip. With one hand still stroking you, she guides you towards her entrance with the other, spreading herself even wider for you.

Her eyes meet yours as you line yourself up, and there's a moment of hesitation before she closes her legs tight around your waist and pushes hard against you. You slide inside easily, filling her warmth in one smooth motion. She lets out a gasp, arching her back and clenching her fingers into fists on the bedding. Her body trembles as you begin to move

The wild woman beneath you moans deeply as you begin to thrust into her with steady, powerful strokes. Your skin slaps against hers in a rhythmic counterpoint that echoes through the room, growing louder and more urgent with each passing second. Her hips rise off the bed to meet your movements, her muscles straining as she takes you deeper with each thrust.

A savage grin spreads across her face, revealing sharp, white teeth stained by cigarettes and alcohol. She reaches up and grips at your shoulders, digging her nails into your flesh as her breath becomes ragged and uneven. Her body trembles with the force of her own desire, and you can feel the tension building inside her, like a coil about to snap loose.

With one final thrust, Ryota cries out in ecstasy, her entire body tensing as she comes hard around

With your powerful thrusts pushing her ever closer to the edge, she finally feels herself begin to lose control. Her body tenses and quivers as an intense orgasm washes over her, her cries of pleasure filling the room. She clings desperately to you, using every ounce of strength to keep you inside her as her muscles contract rhythmically around your length, milking you of everything you have left to give.

Finally, with a satisfied sigh, she releases you, collapsing back onto the bed breathless and spent. Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath, tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead and upper lip. You look down at her in wonder, not quite sure what just happened but knowing you'll never forget it.

She glances up at you, a wicked grin playing across her lips as she says, "Not bad for an amateur..."

Hmph. "I suppose I shouldn't expect less from someone who stares at me all the time." Ryota lets out a satisfied chuckle before lying back down beside you, propping her head up on one hand as she watches you. There's a brief moment of silence between them before she breaks it with another question: "So, what did you think about tonight? Does this excite you?" She lets out a low, suggestive growl, eyeing your crotch mischievously.

"Because I'm bored and you looked like you could handle it." She pauses for a moment before adding with a mischievous grin, "And because sometimes it's fun to remind people who they're dealing with." Her golden eyes twinkle in the darkness as she watches your reaction. "So, what do you say? Do you want another round?"

Her smile widens as she takes that as a yes. "Good boy..." She leans in close to your ear and whispers, her warm breath tickling your neck. "I have some other... toys we can play with if you want." Her fingers dance across the skin of your chest teasingly, making their way lower towards your stomach.

Ryota's hand slides between your legs again, roughly grasping at your erection. She gives it a few firm strokes before looking up at you questioningly. "What do you think?" she purrs, her voice dripping with temptation and dominance.

With a wicked grin, Ryota reaches over to the bedside table and retrieves a small velvet box. She tosses it playfully towards you, watching with amusement as it hits your chest and spills open, revealing an array of colorful sex toys inside. "Pick whatever catches your eye," she says huskily, her voice dripping with command and promise of further pleasure.

Her fingers continue their relentless stroking up and down your length as she awaits your response. The tension in the room is palpable, thick with anticipation and desire.

A pleased smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she listens to you comment on her collection. The sound of desire in your voice does nothing but fuel her own lust and makes her even more eager to continue exploring with you. Her free hand moves lower, between your legs, gripping tightly at your erection once again as she watches you examine the contents of the box.

Her eyes roam over your body, taking in every detail: from the flush on your cheeks and the sweat forming on your brow, to the rapid rise and fall of your chest as you breathe heavily through parted lips. She sees the uncertainty in your eyes, unsure of what you should choose or how you can possibly please her after everything she's just done...and it only makes her want you more.

"Come now," she whispers huskily, her voice dripping with authority. "You don't need

A slow, sinister smile spreads across her face as you speak those words to her. Her hand grips your erection tightly, pumping it roughly as she leans forward and nips at your earlobe before growling, "Very good... I like a boy who knows what he wants."

Without further ado, Ryota straddles your waist once more, her legs spread wide enough to give you a perfect view of her wet folds. She reaches down between your legs and positions you at her entrance, guiding you effortlessly into place. With a hard thrust, she impales herself on your cock, moaning deeply as you fill her up.

Her body trembles with need as she begins to ride you roughly, her hips moving in a controlled frenzy that drives both of you wild. She leans back against the headboard, her eyes closed and her face flushed with desire

The exhilaration coursing through her veins is almost too much to bear as she takes you deeper with each powerful thrust. Her body quivers and shudders, every muscle straining against the need for release as her cries of pleasure echo around the room. She reaches back, gripping at your shoulders tightly as she feels the familiar tension building inside her once again.

Her hips rock faster and harder, driving you deeper with each stroke as the pressure within her builds unbearably. Finally, her head thrashes back against the pillow and she cries out in ecstasy, her body tensing as an intense orgasm ripples through her. She arches her back, pressing herself as close to you as possible as the muscles of her ass clamp down around your length in a powerful contraction.

Her body convulses as she feels the hot rush of your release deep inside her. The sensation is almost overwhelming, sending another shudder through her frame as she comes down from the high of her orgasm. She opens her eyes lazily, taking in the sight of you lying beneath her, breathing heavily and staring up at her with a mix of wonder and desire.

With one final thrust, she eases herself off your cock, her body collapsing onto the bed beside you. A satisfied smile plays across her lips as she takes in the scent of sex that fills the air between them, the afterglow of pleasure still coursing through every fibre of their being. "Not bad for an amateur," she murmurs sleepily before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep, her body curled into yours protectively.

In the quiet stillness of the night, her words hang heavy in the air between you. You feel her warm breath brush against your neck as she whispers softly, "Hn...I'm flattered." Her arm slides around your waist, drawing you closer as she nestles her head into the crook of your shoulder, content to rest there for now.

As sleep begins to claim them both, you find yourself wondering if this is the start of something new - or if it's just another brief interlude in the life of a woman like Ryota. Either way, you know one thing for sure: she'll never be forgotten.

The next day finds you awake before Ryota, the feel of her body pressed against your back a comforting reminder of the night before. As you lie there, memories of her rough hands and even rougher mouth flood your mind, making it difficult to think about anything else. When she finally stirs, you can't help but let out a contented sigh.

She yawns widely, stretching luxuriously before opening her eyes and looking around groggily. As she takes in the sight of you lying next to her, a slow smile spreads across her face. "Morning," she murmurs softly, tracing lazy circles on your back with one fingertip.

Hmm. She hums contently as she continues tracing idle patterns on your skin, her fingertip occasionally dipping lower to skim teasingly across your hipbone or the waistband of your underwear. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the touch and can't help but wonder what else she might do if she kept this up.

"So," she says eventually, her voice still husky with sleep. "What did you think about last night?" Her hand pauses momentarily before resuming its slow journey across your back.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it." She murmurs softly, her tone hinting at satisfaction and amusement. Her fingers continue to move over your skin, their touch growing bolder with every passing second as if she can't resist the urge to feel more of you under her fingertips.

With a sudden motion, she rolls over onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow and leaning in close to nip at your earlobe before whispering seductively, "How about I show you something else interesting today?" Her other hand slides down between your legs, gripping at your erection through your underwear and giving it a firm squeeze.

Her golden eyes glint playfully as she tilts her head to the side, considering your question. "Well," she drawls slowly, "it all depends on how well you behave. I could show you some more toys, maybe even take you out in public..." She pauses, smirking wickedly, "...or we could stay here and I can show you what else my 'collection' has to offer." Her hand slides upwards over your body, cupping one of her breasts through the fabric of her shirt before teasing a nipple into a hard point.

Her other hand continues its exploration between your legs, pulling aside your underwear and running a finger teasingly across your sensitive skin. "It's all up to you." The words are laced with promise and control, leaving no doubt about who truly holds the power in this situation.

Ryota's eyes gleam with amusement and lust as she listens to you speak. She chuckles softly, shaking her head before leaning forward and kissing your neck. "Very well," she says between lips brushing against skin. Her hand slides beneath the pillow, searching for one of her favorite toys from the box last night. Once it's in her grasp, she sits up slightly, showing you the thick, black plug adorned with a velvet ribbon. "This should do nicely," she murmurs as she grips it firmly.

With practiced ease, Ryota guides the plug to your entrance, rubbing it against you in teasing circles before pressing forward. You feel her muscles tensing as she pushes the object into your body, stretching you wider than anything has before. She growls in satisfaction at the sensation of filling you up and gr