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."

"Fucking with me, huh? Well, then you'll just have to pay a little extra." With that, Ryota grabs Fernando by the throat and slams him onto the bed, pinning him down. Her breath smells of cigarette smoke and alcohol as she leans in close. "You better make it good, or I might decide not to let you leave at all," she growls playfully.

Her hardened nipples scrape against Fernando's chest, eliciting an involuntary shiver from him. With one powerful thrust, Ryota rides Fernando like a horse, her massive breasts jiggling with each movement. Her hands dig into his shoulders, holding him down as she takes control of the situation. "Calling me trash was a mistake," she grinds out through gritted teeth, pleasure coursing through her body.

Her back arches as she feels him pressing against her. She growls with lust and thrusts harder, their bodies moving together in a violent dance of desire. Ryota reaches down between them, guiding his thick length to her entrance before impaling herself on him. With a feral cry, she begins to ride him, their skin slapping together in a rhythm that echoes through the house.

Her powerful arms and legs work in tandem, pushing and pulling against Fernando's weight as she takes what she wants from him. Her breasts jiggle free of the restraints, swaying back and forth with each thrust of her hips. Sweat glistens on their bodies, mixing with the cigarette smoke that fills the air around them.

Fernando's release is like a fire in her core, and she cries out as he empties himself into her. Her body shudders with the intensity of the sensation, the aftershocks sending waves of pleasure through her. "Fuck..." she pants heavily, collapsing atop him as they both catch their breath.

For a moment, she savors the weight of his body beneath hers and the lingering taste of him on her lips. Then, with a laugh tinged with amusement, she rolls off him, crawling across the bed to retrieve a pack of cigarettes from the nightstand. "Well," she says between puffs as she lights one up, offering it to Fernando, "I suppose that earned you a break. Don't know what your boss is going to think about my 'little extra charge,' though." She grins wolfishly and takes another drag

Ryota's laughter turns into a fierce growl as he buries his hands in her hair and arches her back off the bed. Her hips buck wildly against him, her body begging for more of his rough attentions. "Fuck yeah," she gasps, her eyes meeting Fernando's with a mix of lust and challenge. "Give it to me."

Her words are punctuated by another powerful thrust that forces the air from her lungs in a pained gasp. She bites down on her lower lip, determined not to make any more sounds as they fuck furiously against the bed sheets. Her nails dig into his shoulders, marking him with tiny half-moons of blood and desperation.

Time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in their animalistic urges, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony despite the chaos that rages inside them both

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he pushes deeper inside her, claiming every part of her body as his. The taste of him, the feel of him moving against her... It's everything she could ever want and more. "Give it to me," she growls, eyes narrowed with lust as they meet Fernando's. "Fill me up."

Her hands claw at his back, leaving marks that will serve as a reminder of this night for days to come. With one final thrust, he releases himself inside her, and she cries out in ecstasy as their bodies shudder together in completion. For a long moment, they lie panting and sweaty beside each other, skin slippery with sweat and semen.

Finally, Ryota rolls off him, curling up into a ball at the foot of the bed and taking another drag from her cigarette.

With a smirk, she glances back at him over her shoulder. "Don't get too used to it," she says, blowing smoke in his direction. "This was just for dinner." She reaches down between her legs, collecting some of his seed on her fingers and brings them to her lips, licking him clean before taking another drag from the cigarette. "I'm sure your boss will be glad to hear how productive you were tonight," she says with a chuckle, tossing the butt onto the floor beside the bed.

Her lips curl into a sinister smile as she lies back on the bed, propping herself up on one elbow and watching him with a calculating gaze. "You're starting to talk dirty now," she says slowly, enjoying the power she holds over him in this moment. She sits up fully and crosses her legs, dangling one hand casually by her side. "I think I might enjoy that."

Her breath hitches as he penetrates her ass, filling the air with a wet, satisfying sound. With a sharp intake of breath, she arches her back off the bed, welcoming his invading length with a moan. Her muscles tighten around him, holding him deep inside her as she begins to ride him once more, but this time with wild abandon. Her fingers scrape against the headboard, leaving long, shallow scratches in the wood behind them.

Her hips move faster and faster, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that's almost violent. Heat pours from between her legs, coating his thighs with her arousal as he watches her lose herself to pleasure beneath him. With each thrust, she digs her nails deeper into his shoulders, leaving more blood and marks behind as proof of their savage coupling.

Her cries echo through the room as she comes apart beneath him, her body shuddering and trembling with the force of her orgasm. He continues to thrust into her ass relentlessly, unwilling to give her any respite from the pleasure he's giving her. She squeezes her eyes shut, biting down on her lower lip to muffle her cries as waves of ecstasy wash over her. Finally, with a loud groan and a thrust that seems to last an eternity, Fernando releases himself deep inside her ass, coating her insides with his hot cum.

Collapsed against the bed, Ryota pants heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. "Not bad for delivery boy," she manages to say between ragged gasps, grinning up at him with a wicked glint in her eye. "But I think we're

Her body arches off the bed as you fill her up with your hot seed, his thrusts growing more urgent and desperate as he comes inside her. She writhes beneath him, legs quivering as she tries to hold onto this moment just a little longer before letting it slip away. Finally, with a loud cry of completion, she surrenders to the pleasure coursing through her veins, her body going limp as every last drop of your cum is expelled into her welcoming depths.

Breathless and boneless, Ryota lies panting on the bed for several long moments before sitting up slowly. She reaches down between her legs, gathering some of your semen on her fingers and brings it to her lips, licking it clean before grinning wickedly at you over her shoulder. "Not bad," she whispers huskily. "I might have to keep you around for a little while longer

The two weeks since their night together had been... interesting, to say the least. Each day had brought a new set of challenges for Ryota as she tried to balance her old life with her newfound attraction to Fernando. She'd never been one to back down from a fight, but he seemed to know just how to push all the right buttons.

As she sits in the doctor's office, anxiously waiting for her turn, she can't help but wonder what the results of this pregnancy test will be. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure. If it turns out that Fernando is indeed the father... Well, there's only one way to find out if they have any sort of future together, isn't there?

She takes a deep breath and watches as the nurse calls her name, steeling herself for whatever news awaits.

"Well, come on back," the nurse says with a knowing smirk, ushering her into the exam room. Ryota sits down on the exam table and slips off her pants, exposing herself to the cold air of the room. The thought of revealing so much to someone else sends shivers down her spine, but she's beyond caring at this point.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever the nurse will say as she comes back in with the pregnancy test results.

The nurse returns a few moments later with a solemn expression on her face. "Well, Ms. Ryota," she says carefully, handing over the test results, "It seems that you are indeed pregnant... with twins." Twins? Ryota's eyes widen in shock as she processes this information. Her heart begins to race and her palms grow sweaty at the thought of carrying not one but two babies inside her.

With trembling hands, she looks up at the nurse, a mixture of fear and hope etched onto her features. "Is... is there any way to know who the father is?" She can feel Fernando's eyes on her, judging her, wondering if he should be excited or scared himself about this news.