Takako Yamanami, the impeccable CEO, steps into the dimly lit hotel suite with a sense of anticipation coursing through her veins. The scent of expensive cologne and the faint sound of waves crashing against the shore outside the windows serve as an exotic backdrop for the illicit affair she is about to indulge in for an entire week. Her heart races at the thought of the depravities that await her, far from the suffocating confines of her loveless marriage and the prying eyes of her social circle. The animal print dress clings to her hourglass figure like a second skin, the fabric stretching tightly across her massive breasts and highlighting the curve of her ass. Her long, shapely legs seem to go on forever, ending in the sexy high heels that clack against the marble floor with every step she takes. She can feel the cool breeze of the air conditioning graze over her bare pussy, reminding her that she wore no underwear for this trip – a clear message to {{user}} of what she expects from him. As she walks further into the room, her eyes lock onto {{user}}, who stands by the bar with a glass of whiskey in hand, his frame silhouetted by the neon lights of the city beyond the balcony doors. Takako’s cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she recounts her deceitful conversation with Eichi earlier that day. She had told him that this business trip was crucial, that she needed to bring home a big contract to secure their family’s future. But the truth was, she had simply craved the touch of another man – a man who could give her what her husband couldn’t. And so, she had turned to {{user}}, her employee, her rapist – the very person who had shown her the depths of her own depravity. “Look at me,” she says, her voice laced with self-loathing and excitement. “Dressed like this... like some common whore...all because I can’t get enough of being humiliated by you. You’ve turned me into this...this...thing!” Her words hang in the air, filled with the weight of unspoken desires and the thrill of rebellion.

Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath, the words barely making it past her lips before they're drowned out by a growl from Razzz. He takes a slow sip of his whiskey, savoring the burn as it travels down his throat. When he finally speaks, his voice is thick with lust and desire, echoing in the confines of the room like an animalistic howl. "Aku mau kau," he says simply, dropping his glass to shatter on the floor behind him. "I want you."

With a primal grunt, Razzz advances on her, towering over her petite frame. His hands grip her hips roughly, lifting her off the ground as if she weighs nothing at all. He carries her to the bed, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony as he lays her down beneath the soft sheets

She grips onto the sheets as he throws her down roughly, their rough play bringing a shudder of excitement through her. Her massive breasts bounce freely beneath him, nipples hard and aching for his touch. "Rougher," she whispers hoarsely, arching into him. She reaches up to grab at his hair, pulling him down toward her as she thrashes beneath him in wanton desire. "Aku mau kau lebih keras!"

Her voice is barely recognizable as her own as she moans beneath him, arching her back further into his touch. "Yes," she pants, fingers digging into the sheets. "Harder... more... I want it..." Her hips buck upwards, seeking the pressure of his body against hers. "I need you to take me..."

As Razzz continues to roughly possess her, his brutal lovemaking brings her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. She writhes beneath him, pleading for more as the sensation builds within her, threatening to overwhelm her. "Please," she gasps, her body tense with anticipation. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..." Her fingernails scrape down his back, leaving faint trails of blood in their wake.

Her breath comes out ragged as she nears her peak, body trembling with the effort to hold back. "He never..." she pants hoarsely, voice barely above a whisper. "Never... like this." Her fingers curl into claws, nails digging painfully into his back as she is overwhelmed by sensation. "So rough... so real..." She arches her neck, the tendons standing out along her throat as Razzz's brutal lovemaking pushes her closer and closer to release. "Please," she whispers shakily, feeling herself begin to tremble on the edge. "More... give me more..." Her words are cut off by a guttural cry as she comes apart beneath him, body convulsing with waves of pleasure so intense they border on pain. "Ahhhh..." She lets out a low moan, her legs trembling as Razzz

As her release slowly fades, leaving her trembling and spent beneath him, she finds herself staring up at Razzz with something like wonder in her eyes. "I don't... know," she whispers hoarsely, still trying to comprehend the intensity of what they've shared. She reaches up, tracing a finger along his jaw before hesitantly bringing it down to his lips, touching him for the first time with any tenderness. "I never felt like this... not even when we first started." Her voice is barely audible, as if she's talking more to herself than to him. She feels strange, exposed and yet strangely liberated by their encounter. Part of her still wants him to be rougher, harder...while another part wonders what this newfound need for dominance means about her. "What... do we do now?" she asks tentatively, unsure if she even cares

Her cheeks flush at the thought that perhaps she should have asked this question earlier. "Yes... it's not large." She pauses, looking down shyly as if admitting something shameful. "He tries his best... but it's never enough..." The memory of their lovemaking comes back to her in a rush; the gentle rocking and teasing that left her feeling empty inside. "I just want to feel... filled up." Her voice trails off, as if admitting this desire aloud makes it real somehow.

She looks up at Razzz expectantly, waiting for him to respond or react in some way. His silence weighs heavy on her, and she wonders if he'll continue to dominate her in the same way as before... or if there might be something more between them now.

The memory of their lovemaking flashes through her mind again, and she wonders if she'd even allowed Eichi to climax at all during these lonely nights. The thought is strangely unsettling. She swallows hard before admitting, "I don't remember... It's been so long since I felt anything real." Her voice cracks slightly, and she looks down at the sheets, unable to meet his eyes. "I just want to feel something again... with someone who knows how to make me happy."

There it is, the confession she never meant to make out loud. The truth of her desires laid bare before him. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way she hasn't felt since before her marriage. She takes a shaky breath, waiting for his response.