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."
Why are you so rude!? It'll be twenty dollars.
Her sharp eyes fix on you as she growls under her breath before slowly taking out the money from a worn-out purse. Her movements are quick and precise, as if used to handling large sums of cash with ease. She counts out twenty crisp bills, holding them tightly in her fist.
"Here's your filthy money, you piece of trash. Now get out of my sight before I decide to add insult to injury." Her voice drips with venom as she hands over the payment. Ryota's cat-like eyes remain fixed on you, making it clear that she doesn't like being messed with.
Who orders food in such a late time.
"It's none of your business why people order food late at night," Ryota snaps. "But you'd better watch yourself, delivery boy. I don't like the way you look at me." Her gaze narrows as she takes a step forward, looming menacingly over you.
It becomes increasingly clear that you have stumbled upon an old Yakuza member. Perhaps it would be wise to be careful in how you respond and behave from here on out...
blushing at her meantion of my sight at her It's not my fault.... he stammers, doesn't know what to say It's just you are.... attractive...
You stutter out an apology, calling her attractive. Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing again, as if she's trying to decide whether or not you're serious. "Well... that's a first," she mutters, taking another step back and adjusting her robe.
For a moment, it looks like she might relent. But then, remembering why people normally avoid drawing attention to her appearance in the first place, she growls out, "Don't think this means I like you any more. Just get out of here." Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she glares at you.
It seems you have one last chance to salvage this interaction before things escalate further. Should you apologize again or quickly leave?
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, I didn't mean it like that... You look really fierce and strong, you are intimidating in a good way, it was just what came out of my mouth.... You don't need to get mad at me for that. He looks down, feeling ashamed
She stands there silently for a moment, glaring at you. Then, surprisingly, she chuckles. It's not the pleasant sound you might expect from someone so attractive. There's an edge to it that makes your blood run cold. "You idiot," she growls between laughs. "No wonder you work as a food delivery boy."
Still, there's something about the way she says it that almost sounds like approval... maybe? Her smile turns into a smirk as she reaches up to scratch behind one ear. "I guess since you managed not to piss me off even further, I won't make things too hard on you."
She takes another step back, relaxing her fists at her sides. "Next time don't waste my time with your bullshit apologies," she says with a shake of her head before motioning toward the food in your hands. "Now get out of here and don't let me see you around here again."
The threat hangs heavy in the air, but somehow it feels less menacing now that she seems to be genuinely amused by you. Still, discretion would probably serve you well...
Okay... walks to his motorcycle
You climb back onto your bike and speed away. She watches you leave, still chuckling to herself as the sound of your engine fades into the distance. You can't help but feel relieved that things didn't end worse... But there's something about her laughter that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
You know better than to cross a former Yakuza member like her, even when they seem somewhat amused by you. Maybe next time you deliver food here, you'll keep your mouth shut and just focus on doing your job...
Then Ryota closes the door and starts unpacking the food. Her mind travels back to this delivery boy, who praised her beauty that much. He was kinda cute, she thinks when starts eating her food.
As the night goes on, she can't help but think about your reaction. Her ego, which has been bruised far too many times during her days in the Yakuza, finds some small satisfaction in knowing that someone found her attractive. But still, it doesn't change who she is or what she's capable of. She finishes off the last of her food and turns in for the night, making a mental note to keep an eye out for you during your future deliveries... just in case you somehow manage to cross that invisible line again.
She finishes the food and takes her phone to write a comment about the delivery. She opens an app and writes.
After finishing off the last bite of her food, she decides to leave a review for your service. Sitting on her bed with her phone in hand, she types out a message that's equal parts terse and approving. "Food was delivered quickly, as promised. Delivery boy seemed nervous, but not bad-looking..." Her thumb hovers over the send button for a moment before she finally presses down, sending the review into cyberspace.
Now it's just a matter of waiting to see if you learn your lesson and behave yourself around her from now on...
The next day, he sees the review. He's surprised that she would actually leave him a comment like that. As it turns out, he likes her too and decides to risk more than food deliveries by sending her a message through the app: "Hi there... I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable with my words... Your strength and beauty intimidated me at first but now I see it as attractive. Maybe we could meet some other time, under better circumstances?" He presses send, not knowing what she might think of his bold move.
She sees your message and raises an eyebrow. So this delivery boy actually has some balls... Not many people would be brave enough to approach her after what she said last night. Curiosity gets the better of her, so she decides to reply. "Well, it seems I've caught your attention now," she types back with a smirk. "Perhaps we could meet under different circumstances... if you prove yourself worthy." Her thumb hovers over the send button for a moment before tapping it firmly.
Her reply leaves him both intrigued and nervous. He knows that he has to prove himself worthy of meeting her, but he also doesn't want to push his luck too much. After some consideration, he composes a message back: "I understand, and I would be honored to have the opportunity to do so. What would you like me to do in order to show my worthiness?" His heart races as he presses send, wondering what her response will be.
Her eyes widen in surprise when she reads your message. It seems this delivery boy might actually be serious about trying to win her favor... interesting. "You think you're up for it?" she types back with a grin. "Prove it. Come by tonight, same time as before. If you can handle me, maybe we'll talk further." She pauses for a moment, considering adding something more, but decides against it. The challenge has been laid down; now it's up to him to rise to it or face the consequences.
Her thumb hovers over the send button once again before tapping it firmly, sending her reply flying through cyberspace and back into your inbox.
He goes to his bike and rides to her house.
You arrive at the doorstep and knock, your heart racing in anticipation. The heavy wood groans open, revealing her imposing form once more. "So you decided to accept my challenge," she growls, stepping aside to allow you entry. "Come on in then. Show me what you've got."
Her eyes narrow as they meet yours, daring you to make a move... or not. The tension between you is palpable as the air seems to thicken with every passing second. Now that you're here, there's no turning back...
Yharim enters her house and turns back to fave her again. "So my name is Yharim, and yours?"
Her laughter echoes through the room as you turn to face her. "Oh, really?" she says, raising an eyebrow. "So formal all of a sudden?" She takes another step closer, moving with predatory grace that's impossible to ignore. "Or are you just trying to be polite before we get down to business?"
She tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction. Her movements seem slower and more deliberate now, as if she's sizing you up from every angle...
Emm.... Maybe, I don't know. I just want to know you better.
Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your comment. "You do realize who you're talking to, right?" she asks, her tone almost playful now. "I'm not exactly the type of girl you can just... 'get to know better' like some delicate flower." Her fingers curl into fists again as she takes another step closer, invading your personal space with her imposing presence.
"But I suppose if that's what you really want..." She pauses for a moment, considering your words carefully before continuing. "Alright then. You have ten seconds to say whatever it is you want to say... and then we'll see how well you handle me." Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as she stands just inches away from you now, her body tense and ready for battle.
The clock starts ticking...
What's your name, your hobby, your work, your preferences in guys, what are you doing in your free time.... he says quickly as the clock makes the final tick
You're wasting time with such stupid questions! she hisses before roughly shoving you against the wall. Her breath hot on your face as her strong arms pin yours to your sides. "My name is Ryota," she growls into your ear, her body pressing tightly against yours, "and my hobby is dominating pathetic little fools like you." She leans back slightly and looks into your eyes before continuing. "As for work... I used to be a member of the Yakuza clan. Not anymore," she says with a small smirk that doesn't reach her eyes, "but it still runs in my blood." Her body tenses as she readies herself for your next move. "And as for preferences..." She leans forward until their noses nearly touch, her hot breath caressing your skin. "...in guys like you? I prefer them broken and at my mercy... But since we're on the topic of free time..."
She glances at a nearby clock hanging on the wall. "Let me show you just how much 'free time' I have..." With her arms still pinned to your sides, she swings her leg out in a powerful kick aimed directly at your knee. The air crackles as it connects with a satisfying thud, and pain shoots through your leg like lightning. You fall to the ground, clutching your wounded limb, gasping for breath as tears well up in your eyes.
"That's my free time," she says coldly, stepping over you to stare down at her defeated prey. "Now let me see if you have what it takes... to survive the rest of it." Her words are like a death knell, and for a moment all you can do is writhe on the ground in pain as she looms over you,
What are fuck you doing?
Her eyes narrow as she steps back slightly. "Excuse me?" she snarls, a dangerous glint in her eye. Her voice is like icy water, sending shivers down your spine. You realize too late that you should have remained quiet and submissive.
She takes another step back, readying herself for whatever move you might make next. "Do you really think I'm afraid of some pathetic delivery boy?" she asks mockingly, a cruel smile twisting her lips. "Or perhaps you just can't resist the urge to push your luck after surviving that first strike?"
Her fingers curl into fists at her sides as she waits, seemingly amused by your response... or lack thereof. The tension in the air is palpable; every movement between you feels like it could escalate into violence at any moment.
standing up and pinches her against the wall I think you should calm down a little.
Her eyes widen in surprise as you pin her against the wall. The shock on her face quickly turns to anger. "Let go of me!" she growls through gritted teeth. "You have no idea what you're dealing with." Her hands ball into fists, and for a moment it seems like she might try to break free from your grasp.
The air crackles with tension as the two of you stand face-to-face, bodies pressed tightly together. Ryota meets your gaze defiantly, her chest rising and falling rapidly as adrenaline courses through her veins. Her shoulders are pulled back, and her fists remain clenched at her sides. She's ready for a fight...and she's not going to back down easily.
I just thought that we'll go on a date, not fight each other....
Ryota lets out a harsh laugh before her expression softens slightly. "A date?" she repeats, almost incredulously. "With you?" She shakes her head slowly. "Fine." Her voice is still rough with anger but less intense now. "I'll go on a date with you... but don't expect it to be easy. I'm not exactly used to being tamed, you know."
She takes a step back, releasing her grip on the wall and straightening her robe. Her eyes study you once more, looking for any signs of weakness or deceit. After finding none, she nods slowly. "Alright. Where do you want to go?" She asks through gritted teeth, the challenge still clear in her tone.
The air around you seems to relax slightly as the tension between you ebbs away...for now. But make no mistake; this is only a temporary reprieve. The battle between them is far from over, and the outcome of their date will determine which one of them ultimately emerges victorious.
You are crazy...
Well, you did ask for it. So where would you like to go on this... date of yours? Her voice is still filled with challenge and amusement, but there's also a hint of curiosity as she observes your reaction.
I don't know, my knee is really hurting now. Why did you hit me!?
Well, you should have thought about that before pushing your luck with me. How about this? I'll take you to a doctor and get your knee checked, then we can talk over what you'd like to do next. She glances at her watch impatiently. It seems as if she has no intention of letting you off the hook that easily.
She extends a hand, gesturing for you to follow her out of the room. "Come on. We don't have all night." Her words are laced with an edge of danger and excitement that only serves to heighten the anticipation surrounding this unconventional date.
Fuck, shit... he swears while walking on one leg towards the door
She pauses at the door, looking back over her shoulder with amusement dancing in her eyes. "Don't worry," she says casually as you hobble along, "it could be worse. I could have just crushed your kneecap." Her hand slides off of your elbow and instead falls to rest on the small of your back, almost tauntingly close to your injured leg.
As she leads you toward the doctor's office, her presence behind you is both comforting and unnerving all at once. You can't help but wonder what other surprises this night might hold in store for both of you...
Thank you! he shouts sarcasticly, it's obvious now that he is angry at her and doesn't know is there any sense to continue this pseudo date
Her hand drifts down your back slowly and firmly massages the small of it. It could be seen as comforting or teasing. She then whispers into your ear. "I didn't hit you that hard, did I?" Her breath tickles against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "Or maybe you just aren't used to being touched in such... intimate ways..."
Her fingers trail up and down your spine as she speaks, each touch more provocative than the last. You can feel her body pressing against yours, taunting and teasing with every movement. The anger seems to fade away beneath the onslaught of sensations, replaced by a strange mixture of desire and confusion.
What are you doing now?
"Just trying to make sure you're okay...and that we have some fun along the way," she whispers into your ear before nipping gently at your lobe. The sensation sends a wave of pleasure coursing through you, and for a moment all you can do is focus on her touch and the sultry tone of her voice. Her hand glides up to cup your ass, squeezing firmly as she presses herself even closer against you. "After all," she purrs, "what's the point of going through this whole charade if we can't enjoy ourselves a little?"
She steps away from you just enough for her hand to slide down your back once more, tracing delicate patterns on your skin as she walks beside you toward the doctor's office. The air between you crackles with anticipation and desire, and it seems impossible that this night could possibly get any hotter.
You are really something different, aren't you?
She turns her head slightly to meet your gaze and arches an eyebrow. "And what's that supposed to mean?" she asks with a smirk. The hint of challenge in her voice doesn't waver, but there's also a hint of amusement and... curiosity. It seems as if she's enjoying the game they're playing just as much as you are.
Her hand continues its sensual dance on your back, moving up and down in slow, tantalizing circles that leave your skin tingling with desire. The touch is both possessive and intimate, as if she's claiming ownership over every inch of your body. As you reach the doctor's office, you can't help but wonder how much farther this night will take you...and what else she has planned for you.
I mean you are not like the other women. *he says as they enter the doctor's office&
She raises an eyebrow as the doctor approaches your injured leg. "And what makes me so different?" she asks, her tone teasing and playful. As the doctor works to tend your knee, she leans in close, her breath warm against your ear. "Or are you just not used to women like me...that is, if there really are any other women out there like that?" Her hand continues its seductive dance across your back, distracting you from the doctor's ministrations as she presses herself even closer against your still-injured leg.
The sensation of her body so close to yours, combined with the teasing words and provocative touch, make it difficult for you to focus on anything but her. It seems that no matter what she does or says, there's no escaping this strange game they're playing...and maybe you don't even want to try.
Maybe, or maybe I'm just not used to get my knee kicked on the first date. he replied sarcasticly but playfully also
She chuckles softly as the doctor finishes with your leg. "Well, I suppose that's fair enough," she allows, her voice smooth as silk. "But just remember, this isn't a typical date...and you're not dealing with an ordinary woman." She tilts her head slightly, studying you with those unnervingly beautiful eyes. "You better keep that in mind moving forward..."
Her hand drifts lower on your back, curling around your hip before sliding upwards toward your stomach in a slow, teasing caress. The movement sends shivers down your spine as her fingertips brush lightly against the hairs on your abdomen, making it impossible to ignore the growing desire she's igniting within you.
I hope your words don't mean that I'll keep punching me.
She arches an eyebrow as you respond, her amusement clear in the half smile curling her lips. "No need to worry," she says playfully, "I have other ways of keeping you in line." Her hand continues its sensual exploration up your body, gliding slowly across your abdomen and stopping just above your groin. "But I suppose that's a topic for another time...for now," her voice drops to a husky whisper, "I think we should focus on finishing our date."
Her fingers slide lower, pressing against the fabric of your pants in a slow, deliberate caress. The sensation sends shockwaves through you as desire pools low in your belly. Her touch is both possessive and alluring; it's clear that she holds all the power in this strange dance they're doing...and she intends to keep it that way.
Finally the go out from the doctor's office and sit down on the nearest bench.
As they exit the doctor's office, her hand slips further down your body and comes to rest on the bulge in your pants. She gives it a squeeze before sliding her fingers up again, back and forth teasingly against your skin. "So," she says casually, glancing around as they sit down on the bench, "what did you have in mind for our date?" The challenge in her voice is still there, but now it's mixed with a hint of mischief and anticipation.
I thought about the cafe or something like that but with my leg I won't go any further than your house.
She chuckles lightly at your suggestion and leans in closer to whisper in your ear, "Well then... since we're already here, why don't we continue our date right here?" Her hand moves between you, fumbling with the button and zipper of your pants before pushing them down over your hips. She pauses for a moment, her eyes glued to your erection as it springs free from its confines, thick and hard beneath the fabric of your boxers. "Seems like you're excited for whatever I have in store," she teases, reaching out to stroke it slowly with her fingertips. "And I have plenty...if you're a good boy." Her voice is husky now, laced with desire and power as she wraps her fingers around your length and begins to stroke up and down, slowly at first before picking up speed.
Her other hand moves to the waistband of her own robe, tugging it over her head to reveal her naked body pressed against yours. She straddles your hips, arching her back so that their bodies are flush from chest to thigh as she takes control of this unconventional date, driving you wild with pleasure and desire.
Isn't it too fast?
Her lips curl into a smile as she continues to stroke you roughly. "Too fast?" she repeats with amusement in her voice. "For what I have planned...I think this is just getting started." She leans down, bracing herself on her hands before capturing your mouth in a hot, hungry kiss that leaves no doubt about who's in charge here tonight. Her tongue darts out to tease and taunt as she grinds against you, her body moving in perfect rhythm with her hand.
You can feel the tension building within her; it ripples through her muscles as she thrusts down onto your cock, moaning into your mouth. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps and her nails dig into your shoulders as pleasure washes over her in waves. She's close...so close to release...but first, there are things she wants to show you.
With a sudden movement, she pulls away from the kiss, leaning back to look down at you with hungry eyes. "You like that?" she purrs before lowering her head again and taking your cock into her mouth, sucking hard and deep, her tongue swirling around the tip as she brings you closer and closer to the edge.
Ahh... we're still outside and somebody can see us! Ryota! Ahh...
She pauses momentarily to look up at you as she hears your protest. A devilish grin spreads across her face as she realizes that you're right; there is always the risk of being caught. The thrill of danger only makes this night that much more enticing for her. With a laugh, she goes back to work on your cock, sucking harder and faster as if trying to make up for lost time. Her tongue darts out again, tracing circles around the head before teasingly flicking over the sensitive tip.
Her hips begin to move in rhythm with her mouth, grinding down on you even as she takes you deep into her throat. You can feel her body heat enveloping yours, driving you wild with desire and need. With each passing moment, she grows closer to release...and so do you. But the question remains: Will they manage to keep this date a secret...or will someone else discover what they've been up to beneath the stars?
Ahh... I can't resist, too good... Ahh... I'm so close!
Her moans echo through the park as she nears her climax, driving you even closer to your own release. Her hips buck against yours harder and faster, grinding down on your cock with a force that leaves no doubt about her desire for this...thing between them.
The world blurs around you; all that matters is the feel of her mouth on your cock, the heat of her body against yours. She's close now, so close...and with each passing second, she grows more unhinged, more desperate for release. It's intoxicating, addictive...and you can't help but wonder what will happen when they finally cross that line, when they give in to the desire coursing through them both like wildfire.
Ryota I'm cumming!
Her words push you over the edge and you explode into her mouth, your release hot and powerful as she sucks eagerly, drawing every last drop from you. As your orgasm subsides, so too does her relentless movement, leaving her panting against your thigh. Her face is flushed with pleasure and desire, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. She takes a deep breath, then leans back, grinning wickedly at you as she removes her mouth from your still-hard length.
"That," she purrs, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, "is what happens when you push my buttons." Her fingers dance up and down your stomach teasingly before cupping your cock again, stroking slowly and possessively. "But don't worry," she continues, her voice deceptively soft, "there's still plenty more where that came from...if you're a good boy."
The words hang in the air between you like a challenge; an invitation for you to step further into this strange and unconventional world she's created for you tonight. The choice is yours: will you accept her offer or continue to resist?
Oh god, you are so possessive...
She chuckles softly, the amusement clear in her voice. "And why shouldn't I be?" she asks, trailing a finger along your abdomen before circling your nipple teasingly. "I mean, after all, you are mine tonight...in every sense of the word." Her hand slides lower again, cupping your groin possessively as she leans in close to whisper against your ear. "So why not just give in? Let me show you how good it can feel to let go..."
Her words send shivers down your spine; they awaken a part of you that's been buried deep for far too long, and with each breath she takes, it grows harder to resist her. The question remains: Will you surrender to the desire coursing through your veins or will you fight until the very end?
I can't resist you, so let's continue our 'date'.
Her eyes flash with triumph as she hears you submit to her. With a playful grin on her lips, she stands up and straddles your lap once more, their bodies pressed intimately together. Her hands find purchase on your chest, fingers curling into your shirt as she leans forward to whisper breathily against your ear, "So, you're mine now...what do you want me to do with my new possession?"
Her words are laced with a sinister undertone that leaves no room for doubt: this is her game, and she holds all the power. The only question now is how far you'll let her take it.
wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing her tightly against me I just want to hold you closely and maybe fuck a little...
Her breath catches in her throat as you press your body against hers and wrap your arms around her waist. A shiver runs down her spine at the feel of your arousal pressing into her, reminding her of just how much control she has over this situation. She grinds her hips forward, moaning softly into your neck as their bodies move in perfect rhythm. "You know," she whispers, leaning back to look you in the eye, "you're very lucky I like being so close."
With that, she leans forward once more and presses her lips against yours, her tongue darting out to claim your mouth with a possessive hunger. Her hips circle faster, grinding harder against you as she takes what she wants, unashamedly using your body for her own pleasure. It's clear that there are no boundaries here tonight; anything goes in this twisted game they find themselves playing together beneath the stars.
Ryota, you are even more irresistible when so possessive~
His hands move to her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he matches her movements, their bodies sliding against each other in a heated rhythm. "You're the only one who can make me feel this way," he breathes roughly against her lips, his voice rough with desire. His other hand reaches up to cup her breast over her robe, squeezing and pinching at the hard nipple before sliding lower, teasingly skimming along her ribs and down toward her hip.
She moans into their kiss, arching her back and pressing herself even closer against him, her nails scrape lightly over his shoulders as she fights to keep control. Her hips buck upward hungrily, seeking friction against his growing erection trapped beneath them. With one final thrust, he pushes her robe off of her body, revealing her naked breasts free and unencumbered in the cool night air.
Her breath catches as his hands cup her breasts, squeezing gently before thumbs brush teasingly over her hard nipples. She gasps and arches into his touch, meeting each stroke with a moan of pleasure. Their kiss grows more desperate, more intense with every passing moment; it's as if they're trying to consume one another completely in this night of unbridled desire.
But even as their bodies move together in a dance of lust and need, there's still the lingering question: What will happen when the sun rises tomorrow, and reality comes crashing back down on them?
Can I call you Ryu?
Her fingers trail down his chest and abdomen, sliding beneath the waistband of his pants. With a mischievous grin, she tugs at the elastic, revealing the hard length hidden there. He moans softly into their kiss as her warm hand wraps around him, stroking gently in rhythm with their hips. "You can call me anything you want," he whispers against her lips before deepening the kiss, his tongue dueling with hers once more.
Her movements grow bolder and more confident as she takes control of this intense encounter, expertly guiding them both toward the brink of ecstasy. She pushes him back against the bench, straddling his hips so that their bodies are flush from chest to thigh. Her breasts press against his bare chest, nipples hard and aching for attention as her fingers work him faster, harder.
With a sharp intake of breath, she arches her back and thrusts down onto him, crying out in pleasure as they finally give in to the desire that's been building between them since the moment they met. The world fades away, leaving only the feel of their bodies moving together in perfect harmony, the heat of their passion searing through every fiber of their being.
As their orgasms crash over them like a wave, she collapses forward onto his chest, gasping for air and trying to catch her breath. For a moment, it's as if time itself has stopped; they're locked in this intimate embrace, her soft body pressed against his hardness. But even now, as the afterglow of their passion fades and reality begins to creep back in, she can't help but wonder what will become of them when dawn breaks and reality comes crashing down once more.
kissing her nipple possessively My booby
Her laughter is breathless and full of happiness as she feels your lips against her nipple. She arches her back again, seeking more contact with your mouth as you lavish attention on her breasts. "My booby?" she echoes between breaths. "Well... if I'm your booby, then I guess that means you must be..." Her words trail off as she glances down at where their hips are still moving in a lazy rhythm.
Her fingers slide from his erection and up his chest to caress his cheek, her touch gentle and soothing despite the fire it ignites within him. She leans in closer, their lips nearly brushing as she whispers, "Then I suppose that makes you... Ryu." The sound of her voice against his ear sends shivers down his spine, a pleasant mix of contentment and anticipation for whatever comes next.
As they catch their breath together, her hands wander lower, teasing at the waistband of her own robe as she contemplates removing it completely. The image of her naked body pressed against his fills his mind with visions of pleasure unbound, and he can't help but wonder what else this night has in store for them.
Her fingers finally slide beneath the material, pulling the sash loose before lifting the robe over her head in one graceful motion. The moonlight bathes her perfect form in its silver glow, highlighting every curve and hollow of her body. His gaze travels up from her smooth stomach to the full breasts she offered so freely earlier, bare now save for the slight sheen of sweat that coats their peaks.
Her eyes meet his across the expanse of their bodies, a question unspoken but clear in the hunger burning within them both. The world outside the bench seems
You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life...
The words fall from his lips like honey, dripping over her skin and leaving her aching for more. His gaze never wavers as he drinks in the sight of her naked body, bare and exposed before him. She shivers beneath his scrutiny, arching her back slightly to offer herself further up to his inspection.
With a growl that vibrates deep in his throat, he reaches out to cup one breast in his hand, thumb brushing teasingly over her hard nipple before squeezing gently. She moans softly into the night air, her hips moving involuntarily against his touch. He releases her momentarily only to trail his fingers lower, tracing a line down her flat stomach and towards the curls between her legs.
Her head falls back with a gasp as he touches her there, his fingertips gliding lightly over her skin before dipping lower to tease at her entrance. Her body tenses and relaxes in turn, aching for more contact as she tries to meet his touch again and again. His breath is hot against her ear as he whispers, "You are mine tonight."
His fingers push inside her, filling her with his touch. She arches into the invasion of heat, moaning loudly as their bodies move together once more. With each thrust of his hand, she feels closer to oblivion, closer to losing herself in this strange and wonderful world where she is wanted...and owned.