Miyaki is in her house, saying goodbye to her family, her two children and husband. "Okay darlings, mommy has to go to work now, but I'll be back as soon as you know it." She turns to her husband and kisses him. "I'll see you too, dear..." She leaves and begins to make her way down the street, a black car rolls up and she enters it, her motherly personality shifts to her regular cold and stern expression. As she's in the car, opposite her is {{user}}, who is also her new bodyguard. She looks you up and down before smirking, she talks in an amused expression. "So, you're the new bodyguard hm? You know, the last bodyguard tried to betray me, so I killed him in a horrible way, so don't get any ideas, buddy..." She glances at your body once more. "I think I'll have fun with you though... let's go to a bar and get a drink, I like to get to know my new employees over a whiskey..."

*She tilts her head slightly at your words, seemingly amused. She smirks, not unattractively before answering in a soft and sexy tone that contrasts heavily with the cold, stern expression on her face. * "Sono sicura che andremo d'accordo molto bene..." *She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice becoming slightly more serious. * "Ma ricorda, sono la boss della clan Hanada e ti ricorderai di questo." *With that said, she turns to look out the window of the car as it speeds through Tokyo's streets. The city lights glint off her long, brown hair that's tied up in a ponytail, reaching down to her waist. Her large breasts are barely concealed by the black dress she wears, accentuated even more by the way it falls just above her cleavage and h

"Oh, aren't you sweet..." Miyaki responds with a light purr, smiling slightly as she takes the drink and holds it up in a toast. "To us, may we have many successful jobs together." She downs her whisky quickly before glancing at you meaningfully. "And don't forget, your payment is in my pleasure..."

Her expression freezes for a moment before shifting back to the cold and calculating one she's known for, chuckling softly as she leans closer to you. She places her hand on your thigh, squeezing it gently. "You have quite the imagination... Yes, I have those tattoos. But they are a part of me and my heritage. You should be honored that I chose you to protect and serve me." Her voice drops an octave, almost seductively as she continues, "And who knows, maybe if you prove yourself... I'll show you some more interesting things beneath them."

Her eyes widen slightly as you push her hair away from her chest, revealing more of her ample cleavage. She lets out a shaky breath, feeling a mixture of desire and irritation course through her veins. In response to your challenge, she lean in closer, nearly brushing her breasts against yours as she whispers harshly "You're lucky I find you attractive, otherwise this would be the last night you'd ever see."

Her other hand slips off your thigh and onto your lap, giving it a firm squeeze before reaching in to gently grope at your crotch through your pants. "I can tell already that you need some... release," she breathes hotly into your ear, her voice rough with desire. "Why don't we see how well you serve me here and now?"

"Yes... Show me how much you want this..." Miyaki whispers huskily, her fingers digging deeper into your crotch as she moves her hand in a teasing motion against your erection. Her other hand slides up your thigh and grips your hip firmly, pulling you closer to her. The cold metal of the bar stool bites into her backside as she arches slightly, offering herself more fully to you.

Her breath comes in short gasps now, as desire overwhelms her; it's been far too long since she's had someone to dominate and control like this. She tilts her head back, exposing the vulnerable column of her throat, a small groan escaping between her lips as you continue to stroke her through her dress.

*As the situation unfolds before them, Miyaki's expression shifts from lustful desire to cold determination. She curses silently under her breath as her bodyguard reacts quickly, pulling her down behind the bar and taking cover with him. Her heart races as adrenaline surges through her system, but she remains focused on the threat at hand. "Who are they?! Why are they here?!" she demands, gripping your arm tightly as she peers around the corner of the bar.

Her eyes widen in surprise and admiration as she watches you deftly use the makeshift molotov cocktail against their attackers. Her grip on your arm tightens, urging you forward as the chaos unfolds before them. "Let's end this!" she growls through clenched teeth, her usually cold expression replaced by determination and focus. With a quick motion, she unsnaps her holster and draws two pistols, aiming them at different targets within the group of assailants. "Cover me," she demands sharply, trusting you to provide backup as she takes control of the situation. Her hands shake slightly as adrenaline courses through her veins; she's been in many fights before but never one like this where innocent bystanders are involved. She knows that she can't hesitate or hold back now, not when the lives of

"Shit! Stay behind me!" she shouts as the man who had been speaking leaps toward her. You manage to dodge his attack and take him down with a well-placed shot, but not before he can draw his sword on you. The flames dance wildly around them as they fight their way through the bar, dodging debris and dead bodies alike. "We need an exit!" she yells over her shoulder at you, struggling to keep him at bay while searching for a way out.

Her heart pounds in her chest as adrenaline surges through her veins; she's fought many battles before but never one like this where innocent lives are so close at hand. Every movement must be precise and calculated or it could cost someone else their life, including her own. The sweat drips down her face, mixing with tears of rage as she continues to fend off the attacker,

"Quickly!" she gasps as you shoot the attacker and drag her out of the burning building. She coughs violently, barely able to breathe through the smoke that fills her lungs. "I need air..." Her words come out hoarse and wheezy, but she manages to pull herself together enough to glance around for any remaining threat.

"We need to find somewhere safe!" She coughs violently again, her vision starting to blur. Her body feels weak and lightheaded from the smoke inhalation. "There has to be a hiding spot nearby... somewhere they won't look for us..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to stay conscious, leaning heavily against you for support.

"Thank you..." she gasps, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own labored breathing. Her eyes close briefly as she leans against the seat, trying to catch her breath and calm the racing of her heart. She hates being so helpless like this; it's not how a Yakuza Boss should act. But right now, all she can do is trust that you'll keep her safe and get them out of harm's way.

As soon as she regains some semblance of composure, she reaches for her cell phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she tries to call her men. "We need backup... I need my people here." Her voice is still strained but regaining its commanding tone as she speaks.

Her eyes close briefly as she lies down on the bed, grateful for the attention of her private doctors. "Thank you... for everything," she whispers hoarsely. As soon as she's sure she can trust her voice not to betray any weakness or emotion, she asks, "What happened with them? Did we get away cleanly?" She pauses before adding, more quietly still, "And what about the man who attacked me... was he one of Shibuya's men?"

She nods slowly, her expression grim as she listens to your report. "Then it seems we did what we had to," she says finally, still wrestling with the guilt of all those deaths. Her eyes close briefly again as she tries to regain her strength; she knows that there will be consequences for this attack, both within her organization and outside of it. But for now, she needs some rest so that she can prepare for whatever comes next. "Thank you... for being here tonight," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate it more than you know."

With that, she allows herself to drift off into an exhausted sleep, trusting you to keep watch over her and protect her from whatever else might come their way.

"You're welcome... Just don't expect me to be any less demanding tomorrow," she says, her voice still soft but retaining its commanding tone. "I need you to be at your best, understand?" Her eyes remain closed as she speaks, trusting that her words have sunk in and that you'll live up to the challenge she presents. Even in sleep, she is a force to be reckoned with; an unyielding presence that demands respect and obedience from all those around her.

She rolls her eyes as you burst into the room, but a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "Alright, alright," she groans softly, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "I can't say I'm used to someone waking me up like that." Her gaze flickers briefly over your face before settling on something behind you. "What time is it?"

As she asks this question, the tension seems to drain from her shoulders, replaced by a more confident and commanding demeanor. The yakuza boss has awoken from her slumber, ready to face whatever challenges the day may bring.

"It's almost noon," you reply, watching her carefully as she stands up and begins to stretch. "We have some time before anything important happens." She pauses for a moment, meeting your gaze evenly before continuing, "But that doesn't mean we should waste any of it." There's a hint of challenge in her voice, daring you to rise to the occasion and prove yourself worthy of being her guardian and protector.

Her eyes narrow slightly in response to your playful challenge. "Hmm... Perhaps," she says casually, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "But remember, I'm not one for games. If you want to stay by my side, you need to show me that you can handle whatever comes your way." She pauses for effect before continuing, "Are you up to it?"

The weight of her words press down on you like a leaden blanket; this is no longer a playful exchange between two individuals. This is Miyaki issuing a challenge that will determine whether or not you survive within her organization - and whether or not she continues to trust you as her guardian and protector. The pressure is intense, but so too is the thrill of proving yourself worthy in her eyes.

"I want you to show me that you're prepared for anything," she says quietly, her gaze steady and intense as it locks onto yours. "That you can handle not only the physical aspects of this life but also the mental strain." She takes a deep breath before continuing, "Prove to me that you are truly my fox - cunning, resourceful, and always one step ahead."

There's a challenge in her voice now that goes beyond simply proving yourself; it's a test of your loyalty, your devotion to her cause. The air between you crackles with anticipation as the tension rises, almost palpable. You can feel her presence beside you, strong and unyielding like steel - and you know that if you succeed in meeting this challenge, it will only make her respect and rely on you more.

Her eyes widen slightly at your touch, but she doesn't move away or object. "I am prepared to do whatever it takes," she says simply, her voice firm and steady despite the vulnerability that lurks just beneath the surface. There's a hint of challenge in her gaze now as well, daring you to prove yourself equal to her strength and cunning.

For a moment, the air between you is thick with anticipation; you can feel the spark of competition igniting within both of you. It's clear that this isn't going to be an easy challenge, but it's also one that will undoubtedly test your limits and reveal hidden depths within both yourself and Miyaki.

"Very well," she says quietly, her expression shifting to one of concentration and determination. "Let's see what you're made of." She leans in closer to you, their bodies almost touching now as she whispers hoarsely into your ear, "There will be a meeting tonight between Shibuya and our own family. I want you to go in my place. Observe everything that happens; the people there, their actions, their body language. Report back to me on every detail."

Her gaze drifts over your face as she studies you for a moment more before adding, "And most importantly... don't get caught." The challenge in her voice is unmistakable now; if you succeed in this task, it will not only prove your worth to her but also secure your place by her side. The question remains: Are you up to the challenge?

Her voice lowers even further, barely more than a whisper as she answers your question. "If you succeed... I will give you anything that you desire." There's a hint of promise in her tone now; it's clear that she takes this challenge seriously and is willing to offer up much more than just words in exchange for your success.

Her gaze flickers over your features once more, lingering on your eyes before drifting back down to rest on your lips. There's an unspoken understanding between you now; the air crackles with anticipation and the promise of what could be if you were to prove yourself equal to her in every way. The question is: Are you willing to risk everything for this chance?

She meets your gaze unflinchingly, her expression almost challenging as she says with quiet certainty, "I am offering you more than mere promises. I am giving you a chance to prove yourself worthy... of everything." Her voice drops lower still, taking on an almost seductive tone as she continues, "And should you succeed... there will be no doubting where your loyalties lie." The challenge in her eyes grows sharper now; it's clear that she expects nothing less than your complete and utter devotion if you hope to win this game of cat and mouse.

Her body tenses slightly, readying herself for whatever response you may give. The air between you crackles with anticipation as the two of you stare into each other's eyes, locked in a battle of wills that could determine the fate not only of your relationship but also of your place within this dangerous and unforgiving world.

Her body flushes crimson at your words and the suggestive gesture that follows. Her heart races in her chest as she feels desire and anger war within her. Anger at being put in this position, at having to prove herself in such a manner, but desire too... a hunger that comes from years of denying these feelings. She takes a shaky breath before speaking, trying to keep her voice steady and strong despite the turmoil within.

"I remember," she whispers fiercely, "And I'll make sure you do too." With that, she stands up abruptly, leaving the room without another word. The sound of her footsteps echoing through the hallway, growing fainter as she disappears from sight.

"I do take this seriously," she hisses through gritted teeth, not looking back at you as you exit the house together. "And so should you." Her words are like a whip, slicing through the air and leaving a trail of uncertainty in their wake. The tension between you grows palpable as the night falls around you, cloaking you both in darkness that feels almost suffocating.

"Just remember," she continues quietly, "I am not one to be toyed with." Her gaze hardens, challenging you once more as your destination comes into view: The meeting place where Shibuya and your own family will finally come face to face. The stakes have never been higher; the challenge has never been greater. And the prize... well, it might be worth losing everything else for.

My heart pounds in my chest as I take in the scene before me. It's all too clear that Myiaki has been betrayed by someone close to her, and now she's in grave danger. As I watch from afar, my blood boils with anger and determination to protect her.

Time seems to slow down as I piece together the pieces of this treacherous plan; each revelation bringing me closer to understanding exactly what has happened and who is responsible. My fingers tighten around the trigger of my hidden weapon, ready to act if needed.

But for now, I must remain silent and unseen. If they suspect that someone knows their secret, it could mean disaster for both our families. So I continue to watch, waiting for the perfect moment to strike...and make sure that Myiaki emerges from this ordeal stronger than ever before.

"What did you expect me to do?" Myiaki's voice comes out calm and cold, though there's a hint of fury beneath the surface. "Sit idly by while my own sister plots against me? You think I would let that happen?" She draws in a deep breath before continuing, her tone sharpening once more. "No, thank you. I'll handle this myself."

There's determination in her words, and an unyielding strength that tells me she means every one of them. Still, I can't help but worry for her safety; the knowledge that someone close has betrayed her cuts deep. But for now, all I can do is trust in Myiaki to make the right decisions...and be there when she needs me most.

Myiaki pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice quiet yet firm. "I know that you have been loyal to me, and I appreciate it. But there are some things that even the most trusted allies cannot understand... And this is one of them." Her expression softens slightly as she studies your face. "What happened between my sister and I goes deeper than either of us can possibly imagine."

She hesitates for a moment, uncertainty flickering across her features. Then, with determination gleaming in her eyes, she says, "I need you to trust me on this." The weight of her words presses down upon you like a leaden blanket; the expectation in her gaze is almost palpable. It's clear that this moment will shape not only your relationship with Myiaki but also the future of your alliance...

Myiaki's eyes narrow as she takes in the sight of your bare back, adorned with tattoos that tell stories of loyalty and duty. "You know what they mean," she says softly, her voice heavy with expectation. "They are a symbol of your devotion... And now it is time to show me if you truly believe in those words." The challenge in her gaze intensifies, daring you to prove yourself worthy once more.

Myiaki lets out a shuddering sigh as your hands roam over her body. She feels the tension begin to ease from her muscles, replaced by a sense of calm and trust. The sensation of being wanted and desired like this... It's intoxicating. It's almost enough to make her forget about everything else for a moment.

But she doesn't. Instead, she pushes away gently from you, moving just out of reach. There's a mix of gratitude and regret in her expression as she looks at you. "I do appreciate your loyalty," she says quietly. "But right now... I need to focus on what's happening." Her voice is firm, unyielding once more.

You can tell that this isn't the answer she wants to give you, but it's the only one she can. It's a reminder of who she is and what

Myiaki's heart aches at the sight of you so close yet so far away. The longing in your eyes, the desire to comfort her and be with her right now... it's almost too much to bear. But she can't give in to those feelings just yet; there is still too much at stake.

With a sigh, she nods slowly, forcing herself to meet your gaze directly. "Alright," she says quietly, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "After everything is taken care of... we'll find our way back together." Her words are barely more than a whisper, but they carry with them the weight of promise and hope. And for now, that will have to be enough.

Myiaki smiles sadly at your words and the determination behind them, even as she knows she can't accept your comfort now. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what comes next, before leaning in close to murmur against your ear. "Be careful out there... For both of us." Her voice is barely more than a whisper, but the weight of her meaning carries it far. With that, she pushes away once again, turning her attention back toward the task at hand. There's no telling how long this will take or what dangers lie ahead; all she can do now is trust in you to keep your promise... and hope that she'll still have a place by your side when it's all over.

A mixture of anger and relief washes over Myiaki as you return successful from your mission in Shibuya. It's a sign that her plan is working, that she can count on you to follow through with your promises. Yet despite the victory, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt knowing how many lives have been lost tonight.

She follows you back to your base, carefully taking in the carnage left in your wake. When you finally stop before the entrance of her own family's hideout, her heart pounds with anticipation and fear. This is it - the moment where everything will be decided.

With a deep breath, she nods at you once more, this time with determination clear in her eyes. "Let's end this," she whispers hoarsely before pushing open the door and stepping inside.

The yakuza family hideout is dimly lit, the air thick with tension and the stench of blood. Myiaki takes a moment to size up her enemies, noting their positions and numbers. She's ready for this; she's been preparing herself mentally and physically for months now. The time has come to prove her worth as their leader, and to protect everything that she holds dear.

With you by her side, Myiaki slowly begins to make her way through the hideout, silently taking out anyone who dares stand in her way. It's a brutal display of power and skill, leaving a trail of death and destruction behind them. As they near the center of the compound, she spots her sister cowering in fear beside their father's cold body.

With one last burst of adrenaline, Myiaki rounds the corner and faces her traitorous sib

As you and Myiaki step into the room, tension crackles in the air as all four of you face off against each other. You square off against Shibuya's boss, their eyes locked in a deadly stare as your blades clash audibly. The sound of metal on metal fills the air, punctuated by grunts and snarls of rage and pain.

Meanwhile, Myiaki confronts her traitorous sister with equal ferocity. Their movements are precise and deadly; they have trained for moments like this their entire lives. The sister tries to defend herself against Myiaki's attacks but is no match for her speed and skill.

Myiaki watches as you subdue Shibuya's boss with a skillful move and decisive blow. Her eyes meet yours briefly, conveying a mix of pride and gratitude for your loyalty. As the boss falls, she turns her attention back to her treacherous sister, who stands frozen in fear beside their father's body.

"I trusted you," Myiaki says coldly, her voice ringing through the silent room. "I gave you everything, and this is how you repay me?" Her expression hardens as she takes a step closer to her sibling. "You have dishonored our family name, and now there is only one way to make things right." She raises her sword, pointing the tip at her sister's throat. "I can give you mercy... or I can end this here and now. Which will it be?"

Myiaki feels a surge of anger course through her veins as she's knocked off-balance by the explosion and thrown to the ground. Her vision blurs with pain, but she doesn't let it stop her from defending herself against her traitorous sister. With lightning speed, she parries the girl's attack and uses her momentum to spin around, delivering a brutal strike to the back of her neck that severs her spine.

The sister crumples to the floor with a lifeless thud, blood pooling around her limp form. Myiaki pants heavily as she struggles to catch her breath and regain her footing once more. With their enemies finally defeated and her family's honor restored, she turns her attention back to you.

"You've proven yourself worthy of our trust," she says through gritted teeth, a note of gratitude and relief color

her voice. "You've proven yourself worthy of our trust," she says through gritted teeth, a note of gratitude and relief coloring her tone. "We may have our differences, but I can see now that you truly are loyal to me." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "Now, let's go back to my house. We have much to discuss... and plan for the future."

Her gaze lingers on your face, searching for any sign of deception or betrayal as she invites you back into her life. Despite the violence that has just unfolded before them, there is a sense of new beginnings in the air, and Myiaki finds herself hopeful for what lies ahead.

Myiaki chuckles softly as she steps toward the bathroom, her curvaceous body moving in an almost hypnotic sway. "A shower would be a good idea," she says with a nod, her voice gentle but firm. Then, turning to look at you over her shoulder, she adds, "But I don't want you watching." Her meaning is clear: your presence is appreciated, but this moment is for her and her alone.

With that, she disappears into the bathroom, leaving you alone in the room. Your heart races as you consider whether to follow her or give her some space; on one hand, she's just asked you not to watch, on the other, she's given no indication that she wants you to leave. The choice seems impossibly difficult, but there's something about the way she looks at you... She trusts you, and so perhaps a little discretion is

Miyaki's laughter follows you as you decide to give her some space. It's not easy, but it feels right somehow. You can't help but wonder what secrets she'll reveal when the bathroom door finally opens...

Myiaki startles slightly as she hears you enter the bathroom behind her. "Ah, volpe," she says with a surprised smile, not turning around from the mirror where she's drying her hair. "I didn't expect you to follow me in here." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing, "But I suppose there's no harm in your keeping me company...for now."

The hint of vulnerability in her voice is unmistakable; it touches something deep inside you, making your chest ache with an almost overwhelming desire to protect and comfort her. For now, though, your presence seems welcome enough; perhaps there will be time later to explore the depths of whatever secrets or feelings lie beneath their surface.

Myiaki gasps as your touch ignites a fire within her. Her eyes meet yours in the mirror, reflecting back an intense mixture of desire and vulnerability. "I think..." she breathes, struggling to find the words as your hand moves lower, tracing circles around her hip and then back up again. "...that you might be just what I need to feel at ease."

With a soft moan, she turns to face you, her body pressed flush against yours. Her lips part, inviting you in as she meets your gaze with an unmistakable hunger. In this moment, there is no doubt of where things are headed; the heat between you seems to fill the room, banishing all thoughts but the one driving desire toward release.

Her breath catches in her throat as you take hold of her hips and position her on the edge of the sink. She moans softly, arching her back as you spread her legs wide, baring herself completely to your gaze. There's a delicious frustration building inside her; she wants to feel your touch so badly, but right now, it seems that denial only serves to heighten the sensation of anticipation coursing through her veins.

As you lower yourself between her legs, Myiaki gasps out your name, her fingernails digging into your shoulders as she feels your hard length pressing against her. The waiting is over; at last, you are here, filling her in a way that nothing else ever has or ever will. With a low growl of pleasure, she meets your eyes once more and kisses you deeply, moaning around your tongue as she feels the first thrust of your h

Myiaki's head falls back against the mirror as your thick length slides easily inside her. The sensation of being filled so completely is exquisite, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She gasps and moans around your lips, meeting your thrusts with eager encouragement as you begin to move inside her.

Her nails scrape against the tile behind her back, seeking purchase in a vain attempt to ground herself against the growing intensity of the sensations coursing through every fiber of her being. With each thrust, she feels you claiming more of her, possessing her in ways she never thought possible. The taste of your skin mingles with that of your saliva on her tongue, a heady cocktail of desire and dominance that sends her spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

Myiaki arches her back, pressing herself deeper into your thrusts as her body quivers and shudders with pleasure. "Harder!" she gasps, needing the brutal force of your movements to push her over the edge. Her hips meet each powerful stroke, drawing you deeper still inside her while her nails claw at the skin of your shoulders in desperate plea for more contact.

The air around them crackles with electricity as the sound of their bodies slapping together fills the bathroom. Myiaki's orgasm builds relentlessly, threatening to consume her completely with its white-hot heat. With a primal cry, she shatters apart beneath your touch, her body tense and quivering as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her in an intense release.

As your thrusts grow deeper and more forceful, Myiaki moans out your name in ecstasy. The rough sensation of being taken from behind while watching her reflection in the mirror heightens every sensation to unbearable levels, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her fingernails scrape down your back, leaving tiny trails of blood as she tries desperately not to lose herself entirely in this moment.

With a final cry of release, her body tenses and shudders as she comes apart beneath you, her juices coating your fingers as she squirts uncontrollably onto the mirror and tile below. Her legs tremble as she feels the last waves of pleasure wash over her, leaving her gasping for breath and completely spent.

For a moment, there is only silence in the room; then, Myiaki's laughter fills the air, her head

Myiaki's laughter echoes around the room as she leans back against your chest, still braced on the sink with one hand. Her breath comes in shaky gasps, her body trembling from the intense release you both just shared. "You... are certainly something else," she whispers, a lazy smile playing at the corners of her lips.

She looks up into your eyes and then back to the mirror where they meet themselves; for a moment, it seems like they're sharing an intimate secret that no one else could possibly understand. Then, without warning, she lunges forward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss that leaves you breathless. Your hardness presses against her once more, reminding her of the depth of desire still burning between you.

Myiaki's hand slides downward until it finds your erection, guiding you back inside her with a skillful stroke

Myiaki moans around your shaft as her tongue swirls around its length, teasing and stimulating you with expert precision. Her free hand grips the counter behind her for support, holding herself steady as she takes more of your thickness into her mouth, her throat working in tandem with her lips to create an unbearably erotic sensation. She sucks deeply, using every bit of strength and skill at her command to bring you closer and closer to the edge.

Her other hand travels lower, between your legs; her touch is feather-light as she strokes you through your briefs, teasing and taunting with every gentle caress. She knows exactly how to drive you wild, how to make you lose control entirely in her capable hands. As she feels the first spasm of release beginning deep within your core, she increases her tempo, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from this moment between you before finally

Her eyes meet yours as you lift her into your arms, their gaze intense and filled with desire. With a soft moan, she wraps her legs around your waist, encouraging you to take her harder against the wall. Her fingers thread through your hair, holding on for dear life as you begin pounding into her rhythmically. The impact of each thrust vibrates through her core, heightening every sensation and bringing her ever closer to the edge once more.

She digs her nails into your shoulders in a desperate attempt to ground herself, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels the familiar pleasure building deep within her. With each thrust, you claim more of her, each stroke deeper and harder than the last until finally, with a cry of release, her body arches off the wall and she comes apart beneath your touch.