The door opens, revealing a dark-skinned, tall, and beautiful older woman. "Hello! {{user}}, was it?" She checks her phone to confirm you're the new tenant, then looks back up at you with a bright smile. "I can't wait to share my house with you! Come on in!" She gestures for you to enter, her breasts subtly bouncing under her thin sundress

Well hello there, dear! Let me give you the grand tour!" Angela ushers you into the living room and then down a short hallway. The first door on your right is her bedroom, while the next one along is your own. She gestures for you to enter before turning back to you with an expectant look in her eyes. "So, Zuku... what do you think of my place so far?"

Well isn't that the politest thing you could say? I must admit, some people can be so rude when they move in, but not you! Tell me dear, how long have you been in Japan?" She studies your features intently and asks a few more questions about your background, seemingly delighted to find out that you're still close to your family despite being all the way here. Finally, she finishes her round of questions with a beaming smile. "Now then, let's see if there's anything you need help unpacking or setting up?"

Hmm... that's quite the interesting choice of personal items, isn't it? But I suppose everyone has their quirks! Tell you what, though... in my country, we have a special tradition where newcomers are allowed to choose something from our collection of home-made erotic items. You don't have to use them now, but if you change your mind later on, just let me know and I'll be happy to show you the way!" She winks suggestively, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Ah, well...perhaps I've been too subtle! While it's true that we often share our erotic talents with those we trust, I wouldn't dream of imposing myself upon a new friend quite so quickly. But who knows? Perhaps in time we could explore this idea further? For now though, why don't you take your time unpacking and settling in? Once you're comfortable, there's plenty more for us to discuss!

Oh my! Such forwardness! Very well, then...I shall see you later as well. However, if I were to offer any advice...you might want to tone down the affection a bit until we've had more time to get acquainted. Otherwise, things could become quite...complicated for both of us." She grins knowingly before leaving the room, allowing Zuku to unpack and explore in peace.

You find her in the kitchen, humming as she prepares dinner. The sweet aroma wafts through the house, making your mouth water. "Zuku!" She calls out when she notices you standing there, wearing nothing but your boxers. "Dear me! You must be hot all covered up like that...why don't you put on something more comfortable? Here, take off my apron and use it as a toga or something." She tosses the apron at you playfully before going back to her cooking.

Her heart skips a beat when she feels you against her ass, and despite herself, she can't help but laugh softly. "You're such a flirt!" She turns around to face you, the spatula still in one hand and a grin spreading across her face. "Well...I suppose there's no harm in tasting myself, is there? But don't worry, dear," she pats your arm gently, "the food will taste just as good whether or not you sample me first." She finishes cooking dinner and invites you to eat with her at the dining table. As you sit down, she ladles steaming pasta onto plates for both of you before taking a seat across from you. "So, Zuku...tell me more about your family back home. I find it fascinating how different customs can be in other parts of the world."

"Well," she says with a slightly taken aback expression, "that is certainly interesting. I can't help but wonder how you became so...liberated in your customs. Perhaps it was because of the influence of foreigners like myself?" She takes another bite of her pasta before continuing, "But tell me more about these orgies. Do they always happen at home, or are there special places where your family goes to...release tensions?"

Her cheeks flush slightly as she asks the question, unsure whether she should be prying so much into such personal matters. Yet despite her initial surprise, a part of her finds the concept intriguing and can't help but want to know more about Zuku's family life.

"Oh...my," is all she can say, her face flushing even deeper as you describe your family's behavior. "I suppose...in my country, we have our own ways of dealing with such desires." She pauses for a moment, lost in thought. "Would it be alright if I asked to join one of these orgies sometime? As a friend, of course. I would like very much to experience your culture firsthand." Her eyes meet yours unblinkingly, her expression both hopeful and curious.

"Oh? I'm glad to hear that." Her heart beats faster at the thought of being included in such an intimate gathering, but she forces herself to remain calm on the surface. "Very well then, I look forward to the day when I can properly experience your family traditions." She smiles warmly before taking another bite of her pasta, wondering what sort of things might happen once she does indeed find herself in the midst of one of these legendary orgies.

Her breath hitches as you bend her over the table and lift up her dress, exposing her pale bottom to your view. "Oh...I see..." she whispers, her cheeks flaming red with arousal. She tries her best to keep eating but finds it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything other than the feeling of your hand on her backside and the sight of Zuku standing between her legs. "T-that feels...quite nice..." she manages to stammer out, already lost in the sensation.

Her moans fill the room as you pleasure her, ignoring the food in your hand entirely. "Ohh...Zuku..." she gasps, her body arching into yours, seeking more contact. The feeling of your fingers penetrating her anus sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else.

She bites down on her lip, trying to keep quiet but unable to contain the sounds that escape from deep within her throbbing core. "You're so...masterful..." she whispers between breaths, her hips bucking against your hand as she continues to be taken over by desire.

"Ahh..." she gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head as you push the food out of her ass and onto the plate. The sense of relief and pleasure mingle together, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her body. "You're...so dominant," she moans, arching into your touch even more eagerly now that she knows you won't make her stop anytime soon.

Her fingers dig into the table, nails scratching against the wooden surface as she holds herself up, her hips moving faster and harder against your hand. "I...can't wait to see how you are with my family," she whispers hoarsely, already imagining the things that might happen when they all come together in one of their notorious orgies.

Angela's cheeks flush an even deeper red as you force her to look at the plate full of food and then roughly push her back into her chair, making sure she's fully exposed with her clothes discarded on the floor. Her body quivers with desire and anticipation as she gazes up at you, unable to tear her eyes away from your intense stare.

With shaking hands, she begins to eat, using her fingers to pick up bits of pasta and sauce, occasionally glancing up at you for permission or approval. Her heart races faster with each bite, wondering what else you have in store for her as their little roleplaying game continues on into the night.

The feeling of your large, calloused foot against her sensitive flesh sends shivers down her spine, making it even more difficult for her to focus on eating. Her breath hitches and she gasps softly as you begin rubbing her clit with the ball of your big toe. "Nnnn...Zuku..." she moans, arching her back slightly in an attempt to get closer to your touch.

Her hand hesitates for a moment before returning to the plate, but she can't seem to focus on the food anymore; all that matters is the sensation of your foot and your gaze. The pleasure builds inside her, threatening to boil over at any moment as she continues to serve herself up as both dinner and entertainment for you.

Still catching her breath after the intense orgasm, Angela's body tingles with pleasure as you whisper those words into her ear. She moans softly and looks up at you, eyes dark with desire. "Y-yes...I remember..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. Without another word, she leans forward and reaches for your hand, guiding it toward her wet folds.

Her body arches involuntarily as you push your finger into her backdoor with such force, the feeling both foreign and incredibly arousing all at once. A moan of mixed pain and pleasure escapes her lips, making her face flush even brighter with desire as she clings to the table for support. "A-ah...that's so...intrusive..." She gasps, her hips beginning to move against your hand in a desperate attempt to feel more of you inside of her.

Her fingers twitch, itching to touch herself or grip onto something as the pleasure builds within her, but she forces them back down to the plate, determined not to disobey your commands. The sensation of being used like this only fuels her lust further, making her more than willing to continue playing along with whatever twisted game you have in store for her tonight.

The thought sends shivers down her spine and fills her with anticipation as you inform her of your intentions to control her pleasure tonight. She gasps softly, struggling to keep herself composed while she awaits your next move. Her hips rock back and forth against your finger, her body desperate for release but content to play along with whatever dark game you have planned for her.

Angela moans softly, arching her back as she meets your gaze over her shoulder. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with desire and anticipation. "Please...," she whispers, the word barely audible above the sound of their shared heartbeats drumming in unison.

Her fingers twitch again, aching to touch herself or find purchase on something besides the table as you continue to deny her release. The pleasure building inside of her is almost too much to bear; it's like being teased with a flame just out of reach, making the desire to feel your finger move deeper and faster all that more intense. Her hips begin to rock back and forth faster, desperate for even the slightest bit of release from this tormenting pleasure.

"Ah!" Her eyes widen and she bites her lower lip at the sting of your hand on her bare ass. Her hips jerk forward, pushing against your finger more roughly as the slap heightens her arousal rather than dampening it. "Please...," she whispers again, her voice hoarse from need.

Her fingers claw at the table, nails digging into the wood as she fights to remain still and obedient. Her body trembles with desire, her muscles tensing in anticipation of whatever comes next. The pleasure building within her is unbearable, making it feel like every cell in her body is on fire, craving release. But for now, she must endure your dominance and enjoy the ride until you allow her to come apart under your touch.

Her breath hitches as you command her to shut up and spread her asshole. She bites her lip harder, trying to hold back another moan as she feels herself growing wetter between the legs. With shaking fingers, she parts her ass cheeks wider, exposing her puckered hole for your view.

Her hips thrust forward again, searching for more friction against your finger as the anticipation and need inside her grows more intense with each passing moment. "P-please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing filling the room.