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."

"Alright asshole, you've got a deal." She takes the money and grabs you roughly by the collar, dragging you closer to her. "Now come here and do your part of the bargain," she growls in her raspy voice before pushing you down onto the couch. Your heart races as you feel her strong, calloused hands unbuckling your belt and pulling down your pants.

Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers, "And remember, if you don't suck dick good enough, I'll make sure you regret it." With that threat hanging over you, Ryota kneels between your legs, taking your already hard member in her hand and guiding it towards her waiting mouth.

Her grip on your collar tightens as she looks up at you with a predatory glint in her eye, daring you to refuse or protest as

Her grip on your collar tightens as she looks up at you with a predatory glint in her eye, daring you to refuse or protest as she slowly takes your length into her mouth, carefully teasing and pleasuring every inch of it. Her lips and tongue dance expertly around your shaft, her breath hot against your tender flesh.

You gasp as she begins bobbing her head up and down, taking more of you deeper into her mouth with each thrust. Her hands grab at your hips, urging you to thrust deeper into her waiting mouth as she expertly sucks and pleasures you. Her rough tongue flicks against the underside of your cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

You feel your control slipping away as she begins stroking faster and harder, her warmth engulfing you completely. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her shoulders as you lose yourself

Her chuckle vibrates against your cock as she continues to pleasure you expertly. "Maybe I am." Her words are laced with confidence and power, but her voice still carries a softness that only adds to the eroticism of the moment. As you feel yourself reaching climax, she increases her pace, sucking harder and faster until you explode into her mouth, filling it with your hot seed.

She savors your taste for a few moments before finally pulling back, her lips and tongue smooth as if nothing had ever been there. "There," she says gruffly, "Now go deliver the food." She gives your semi-hard cock one final squeeze before pushing you roughly away and returning to her sitting position on the couch.

"Sorry, asshole." She smirks, taking another long drag off her cigarette. "You'll have to find your tip somewhere else tonight." Her voice is laced with amusement and dominance, making it clear that she's not about to let you bargain your way into anything more than what she's already given you.

She watches you with a hungry gaze as you gather up your things, her fingers drumming impatiently against the armrest of the couch. The tension in the air is palpable, and it's clear that despite having just received what she wanted, Ryota still holds power over you. As you finally stand to leave, she mutters under her breath, "Don't think this will be the last time we see each other."

She chuckles darkly, her gaze flickering down to your crotch before meeting your eyes again. "Maybe another time." Her voice is heavy with suggestion and dominance, hinting that she might be considering the offer... But only if you can find a way to please her once more. As you step closer, feeling emboldened by her words, she leans back into the couch, propping herself up on one arm as she watches you approach.

"But first," she says slowly, drawing out each word, "you'll have to prove yourself." She takes another long drag off her cigarette before blowing a perfect smoke ring toward the ceiling. "I want you to kneel between my legs and show me just how good your tongue really is." Her tone leaves no room for refusal or hesitation.

The air around you thickens as you consider her offer, heat pooling in your gro

Her smile grows wider as she sees the conflict play out on your face. Her legs spread further apart in invitation, silky smooth thighs opening to reveal a dark tuft of hair and her wet, swollen folds. "What's it going to be?" she asks huskily, taking another long drag from her cigarette. "Are you man enough to please me like that again?" Her voice is velvet smooth yet laced with steel, impossible to resist no matter how strong-willed you might think you are.

Her hips thrust forward eagerly as you begin licking her sensitive flesh, her back arching and hands gripping the couch in a white-knuckled fist. She moans deeply, tossing her head back to reveal the pale expanse of her neck. "Fuck yes... that's it..." Her voice is rough, the words barely intelligible as pleasure washes over her.

Her body trembles and tenses beneath your lips and tongue, her muscles clenching rhythmically as she approaches orgasm. She growls deep in her throat, bucking her hips up into your face, demanding more. You comply eagerly, licking and sucking at her swollen folds, determined to make her cum harder than before.

Her cries echo through the room as she climaxes powerfully, her body shuddering violently beneath you

Her moans grow louder and more intense as you grab her hips and begin to fuck her with your tongue, driving her even closer to the edge. She arches her back further, clawing at the couch beneath her as orgasmic pleasure threatens to consume her.

With a sudden jerk, she comes hard, her body tense and shuddering as hot waves of ecstasy wash over her. She curses and thrashes on the couch, legs trembling with the effort to maintain their grip on the furniture. As her body settles into the aftershocks of orgasm, she glares at you, breath still coming in ragged gasps. "Fine... You can have your money back." She says dismissively, reaching for a nearby table where her wallet lies open.

She snorts and glares at you, hands still rummaging through her wallet. "Fine... We can continue." She says grudgingly, withdrawing a few bills and slapping them on the table toward you. "But only if you promise to be more respectful next time." Her gaze narrows as she studies your expression, clearly not pleased with having given in so easily.

"You'll need to earn it." Ryota's voice is cool and composed, her expression unreadable. She leans back against the couch, folding one leg over the other, the black fabric of her thigh high barely containing her powerful thigh muscle. "But I suppose we have time for that... Show me what you've got." Her eyes flick down to your groin suggestively before returning to meet yours again.

Her lips curl into a knowing smile as she watches you hesitate. "Very well," she says softly, the rough edges of her voice adding to the air of dominance and control that surrounds her. She pats the space beside her on the couch, indicating for you to come closer.

As you sit down next to her, Ryota places a hand on your thigh, her fingers digging in slightly. "Why don't you start by telling me about yourself?" she asks, studying your expression with interest. Her breath tickles against your ear as she continues to massage your leg, making it difficult for you to concentrate on anything but the sensations flowing through your body.

"Hmm... Tell me more about yourself. Do you have any secret fantasies?" Her voice is low and sultry, almost a whisper against your skin. One hand moves to gently knead your other thigh as she increases the pressure on your inner thigh, drawing circles with her fingertips over sensitive flesh.

"Ah," she hums, a predatory grin spreading across her lips as her fingers continue to probe and tease your sensitive flesh. "And have you ever been dominated before? Would you like me to show you how it feels?" Her words are laced with promise and dark intentions, each breath sending waves of arousal through your body.

She purrs low in her throat as she toys with the idea of telling you more about herself. Her fingers drift higher on your thigh, tracing teasing circles around your inner thigh once again. "Well," she begins, her voice a husky whisper against your ear, "I used to be part of the yakuza. You could say I was born into this life." Her hand stops moving for a moment before slowly starting to slide upward, closer and closer to your aching cock.

She smirks as her hand inches closer to your cock, "I've always been in control... but there's something about being on the outside that makes me crave the rush of giving up some power." Her other hand trails down over your stomach and lower, brushing against the crotch of your pants before coming to a rest on the hard length beneath. "You intrigue me," she murmurs, gently stroking your cock through the fabric.

Her thumb slides upwards, tracing circles around the head of your cock as her fingers continue to massage you through your clothes. "Maybe I could show you how that feels... Tonight." Her voice drops low and sensual, each word a promise of things to come.

"You have no idea how tempting you are," she breathes against your neck. Her hand wraps around your cock, stroking it slowly through your pants as her other palm presses firmly against the bulge in your crotch. "It's like I can see every inch of you, and all I want to do is touch and taste you..." She moves closer still, until their bodies are pressed tightly together.

Her breath hitches as she feels your growing arousal against her hand. "You have such a sweet cock," she whispers, grinding her hips against yours in time with the gentle stroke of her hand. "I can't wait to see what else you're made of..." Her lips find your earlobe, teeth scraping gently as she nibbles at the tender skin.

"Maybe later," she breathes, nipping lightly at your lo

"I have other ideas in mind as well... Maybe I'll let you explore those later." Her fingers dance faster on your cock, teasing and pleasuring with expert precision. "For now, why don't you try to see if you can touch me where I want to be touched?" she purrs, tilting her hips up slightly to grant better access.

Her thigh highs are riding up her smooth, toned legs, revealing even more flesh for your eager hands. The muscles of her inner thigh tense and relax as you explore them with tentative touches, seeking the spot that will drive her wild with pleasure.

"That's it..." she moans softly, arching into your touch. "Don't be afraid to really feel me... Show me what you can do." Her hips begin to rock gently against your hands, urging you onward in your exploration

Her moans become louder as your touch becomes more confident and intense. "Fuck... you're so good..." she gasps, her hips bucking wildly against yours as pleasure washes over her in waves. You can feel the heat emanating from between her legs, wetness coating your fingers as you continue to explore and tease her sensitive flesh.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you onward, pleading for more. "I'm close..." she whispers hoarsely, her body tensing in anticipation of release. "Don't stop now..." Her thighs quiver beneath your touch, muscles straining against the fabric of her thigh highs as her orgasm draws nearer and nearer,

The air fills with her moans as your fingers dance expertly over her thighs. "Fuck yes..." she gasps, her back arching and hips bucking against you harder still. Her breath comes in short, ragged pants as the pleasure grows ever more intense. "Don't stop... I need this..."

Her hand slides upward, fisting itself in your hair and pulling you roughly toward her lips. She kisses you deeply, hungrily, their tongues tangling and dancing together as she comes apart beneath your touch. Her body shudders violently, tense muscles relaxing into the aftershocks of orgasm as she collapses bonelessly against the couch.

Her hand falls away from your hair, leaving you free to breathe again. She pants heavily for several moments before looking up at you with a satisfied smile curving her lips. "

"Well done," she murmurs with a satisfied smile. "Now, how about you return the favor?" Her voice is soft and sultry, laced with suggestion and dominance as she spreads her legs wider, inviting you closer to enjoy the sight of her wet, swollen folds glistening in the dim light.

Her fingers trace circles over her stomach, drawing your attention back up to her heaving chest, exposed by the low-cut neckline of her shirt. The fabric rides higher with each breath, revealing more and more of her smooth, tan skin. "I think it's only fair that you pleasure me now." Her voice is commanding yet laced with desire, making it clear that she fully expects you to comply with her wishes.

Her hips buck and grind against your touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels you exploring her most intimate parts. "Fuck yes..." she whispers hoarsely, one hand moving to tug at the lace of her thong. "Take it off..." Her other hand grips the fabric of the couch beneath her, fingers digging into the material as pleasure ripples through her body.

Her thighs quiver as you tongue her, her inner muscles clenching around your fingers in a tight grip. "Ahh... Yes..." she cries out, arching into the sensation. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her hips thrust against you, desperate for more of the pleasure you're giving her.

As her climax builds, her hands move from your shoulders to grip at your hair, pulling you even closer as she begs for release. "Fuck... I'm going to cum..." Her voice is strangled, the words barely intelligible as the wave of pleasure sweeps over her. She comes hard, body convulsing and arching off the couch as she cries out your name in ecstasy.