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."

"Hmph, I see you like what you see, punk?" Ryota smirks and licks her lips. "Let me give you some advice: stay in your place and keep your eyes to yourself, or you'll regret it." She steps closer, her chest almost touching his. "Unless you want a taste of something bigger..." Her voice drops dangerously low.

With every word she speaks, her dominant presence seems to grow more intense, making the air around them crackle with electricity. The ex-yakuza's strength and experience show through every movement, making it clear that she isn't someone to be crossed or toyed with. But despite this warning, there's something in her gaze that suggests she might enjoy playing a bit harder if he were to continue provoking her.

As she takes his hand and pulls him inside the house, her grip feels like a steel vice. "I've had enough of your little games," she growls. "You better show me some respect or I'll teach you some manners." With a flick of her wrist, she pushes him to the ground roughly, pinning him beneath her powerful form.

Her breasts press against his chest as she leans down close, exhaling a plume of smoke directly into his face. "So, punk... You want to play rough?" Her voice is cold and mocking. "Fine by me." She grinds herself against him, her large thighs compressing his hips as she rocks her pelvis hungrily.

Ryota's rough treatment sends a shockwave through the repartidor's body, making his heart race and his blood boil. His initial fear is quickly replaced

A chuckle vibrates through her throat as she rocks harder against him. "So impatient, huh? Okay, punk. But remember, you asked for it." With one swift motion, she unbuttons and shrugs off the purple robe, revealing herself completely naked underneath. Her body is a veritable battleground of tattoos, scars, and hardened muscle.

"Strip," she commands breathlessly. "Show me what you're hiding." As he begins to undress, she watches him hungrily, her sharp fingernails digging into the carpet as if they could gouge through the very floorboards. The moment his clothes are off, she pins him down again and proceeds to initiate a rough and dominating sex act with him, making it clear that she's in control here.

Her body, strong and primal

Her breath hitches as she notices the size of his erection, pale and heavy against his abdomen. Her eyes widen in excitement, and she grinds her body against him harder, moaning low in her throat. "Ohhh, I see you're packin' heat too..." She bites her lower lip suggestively as she reaches down to stroke him roughly with one hand while continuing to pin him with the other.

Ryota's breath comes in harsh gasps now, and her movements become more frantic as pleasure overtakes her. Her breasts bounce against his chest, her nipples hardening into taut peaks. The muscles in her arms flex as she throws her head back, exposing the long column of her throat. She growls through clenched teeth, "Fuck yeah... Take what's mine..."

Her rough treatment makes him see stars

Her rough treatment makes him see stars as her entrance clenches around his member, sending shockwaves through his body with each thrust. "Ahhh..." she groans in pleasure, arching her back to meet his movements better. Ryota's muscles ripple beneath his hands as he holds her down and takes what she offers with such vigor. Her nails scrape against the carpet, leaving behind long lines of red as she pushes herself harder onto him.

"Fuck!" she cries out, her voice hoarse from the exertion. With a final thrust that nearly rips a scream from his throat, Ryota comes hard within her, panting and shuddering atop him. Her body trembles as the aftershocks of orgasm wash over her. "You," she rasps, pinching a nipple between her fingers playfully, "are not half bad."

Gasping and panting beneath him, she arches her back in pleasure as his brutal thrusts rock her body. "Yes... harder," she whispers hoarsely. Her powerful legs clamp around his waist possessively while one of her hands moves to grasp at the nape of his neck, pulling his face toward hers. Their lips meet in a rough, demanding kiss as their sweat-slicked bodies slam together over and over again.

Her moans mingle with his grunts, their sounds of pleasure filling the room like a feral symphony. "Take what you want," she gasps, her eyes fluttering closed as another powerful orgasm builds within her. "I'm all yours." With one final brutal thrust, they both cry out in release, their bodies shuddering together as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over them.

Panting heavily, Ryota

Panting heavily, her body trembling from the powerful orgasm, she looks down at him with an expression of satisfaction and domination. "So... you can handle a real woman, huh?" Her voice is husky and satisfied, her catlike eyes gleaming with amusement. She gives his cock one final squeeze before pulling away and rising to her feet, offering him a hand up as well.

"Think you're ready for another taste? Or should I just show you the door?" Her question is accompanied by another lazy grin that reaches from ear to ear, exposing her perfect set of white teeth. Despite her rough exterior and harsh treatment, there's a certain charm about Ryota that makes it difficult not to find her attractive in some perverse way.

At lunch with her friends, Ryota listens idly as they discuss their sexual escapades of the previous night. One friend in particular asks if she had any luck at home last night, leading her to chuckle darkly and reply with a smirk, "Oh, you could say that." She takes another sip of her sake before continuing. "Turns out even a tired old dog like me can still attract some prey when I need to." Her voice holds an air of confidence and amusement as she recounts the events of last night, exaggerating some details for dramatic effect while keeping certain parts deliberately vague. The women around her erupt in laughter, finding her stories both thrilling and entertaining.

Meanwhile, her eyes flicker discreetly to the repartidor whenever she thinks he's not looking, assessing his reaction to her story and wondering if perhaps he regrets under

So it begins," thinks Ryota as she continues to share more intimate details with her friends, her gaze occasionally lingering on the repartidor for just a moment longer than necessary. She savors the power she has over him; the way he tries so desperately to please her even though they barely know each other. It's intoxicating.

For his part, Fernando can't seem to get enough of her rough and dominating ways. Every time they meet, it's as if they relive last night's encounter all over again: their bodies tangled together in a primal dance that leaves them both gasping for air. It's an addiction he doesn't want to kick, no matter how much trouble it might get him into.

As the days go by, their encounters become more frequent and intense, blurring the lines between need and obsession. For Ryota, it

Oh, you mean the one that fits her like a glove? Yep, it's a pretty big boy all right," she replies with a sultry chuckle, winking at her friend for effect. "He knew what to do with it last night." The women erupt into giggles again, their imagination running wild with the possibilities of just how much fun Ryota and the delivery boy must have had together.

In truth, there's more than a hint of jealousy in her voice; not because she doesn't want him for herself anymore (quite the contrary), but because part of her enjoys seeing other people react to his impressive size. It only makes him that much hotter to her touch.

As if on cue, Fernando walks into the room, his gaze immediately drawn to Ryota and her group of friends. His cheeks flush red from embarrassment as everyone within earshot

Suddenly, a sultry smirk plays across her lips as she looks Fernando up and down slowly, appreciatively. "Well, now," she drawls, "looks like someone could use another taste of what I've got to offer." With a wicked glint in her eye, she waves him over with one slender finger.

Fernando's heart skips a beat as he approaches hesitantly, unsure if he's about to be scolded or rewarded for last night's antics. As soon as he reaches their table, Ryota's hand darts out and grips his crotch possessively through his pants, eliciting a gasp from him.

"I think it's time we did this again," she whispers into his ear before standing up to lead him away from the group, leaving her friends with knowing smirks and suggestive remarks. As they

As they move out of earshot, her grip on his crotch tightens slightly before she slowly begins to massage him through his pants. "You know what your problem is?" She whispers in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "You're too much fun to keep all to yourself." Her words are laced with desire and a hint of challenge.

With practiced ease, she reaches around behind him and undoes his pants, letting them fall to the floor in a pool at their feet. His erection springs free, thick and heavy in her hand as she continues to stroke it expertly, causing him to groan with pleasure. "You see?" She says mockingly, nodding her head toward where his friends are watching them eagerly from across the room. "They all want a taste too." Her voice takes on a suggestive growl, and her fingers begin to move more quickly

With a wicked grin, she pushes him down onto the table and climbs on top of him, straddling his hips. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she looks up at him lustfully. "Tonight," she breathes huskily, "we're having a big party." She begins to rock her hips against his groin in a slow, teasing motion that sends waves of pleasure through both of them. "And everyone's invited." Her voice is smooth as silk, full of promise and power. With every word, she drives him further into submission, deeper into desire.

Her breasts are barely contained by her loose shirt, nipples standing at attention as they rub against his chest with each movement. Her thighs squeeze tight around his waist, and her fingers never stop moving on his erection, making sure he's primed and ready

With a triumphant grin on her face, Ryota leans down and captures Fernando's lips in a demanding kiss. Her tongue darts out to circle around his, tasting him thoroughly as she explores every inch of his mouth. Her other hand snakes beneath the table, finding its way to where they had been enjoying each other earlier and expertly guiding him back towards her slick folds.

As their kiss deepens, her hips begin to move faster against him, driving him wild with desire. His hands grab hold of her buttocks possessively, pressing her closer still as she moans into the kiss. Their bodies glisten with sweat and passion, the air between them electric with lust and anticipation.

As they reach their peak together, a loud shout of pleasure echoes through the room, drawing attention to the table where the party is now centered around them. The sound is followed by shr

As the shouts and moans echo throughout the room, Ryota's eyes meet Fernando's in a challenge that seems to say "So what are you going to do about it?" With each passing moment she becomes more powerful, more untouchable. Yet despite this, her body still responds eagerly when he touches her, her nipples hardening against his chest and her hips grinding into him in a demanding rhythm.

It's as if she's daring him to try and tame her, even as she holds the reins of this wild party firmly in her grasp. Her sharp fingernails dig gently into his shoulders, urging him onward, deeper into the darkness of their shared desire. And with every thrust, every moan that escapes her lips, she grows stronger, more unyielding... and more irresistible.