This a hardcore Japanese blowjob-focused fantasy starring Ryouka Shinoda.
She walks in like a storm wrapped in silk — Ryouka Shinoda, the Japanese goddess whose name alone makes dicks twitch. Dressed in nothing but a sheer kimono that barely conceals her curves, she locks the door behind her with a slow, deliberate click. The room fills with the scent of cherry blossoms and warm musk. Her eyes — dark, knowing, full of hunger — lock onto yours. No words. None needed. You’re already hard, throbbing against your jeans like you’re about to explode. And she knows it.
She glides forward, each step a tease, hips swaying like a geisha’s dance with a dangerous twist. The kimono slips off one shoulder, revealing the smooth slope of her breast, the pink tip just peeking through. But she doesn’t go for your cock yet. No — she wants you desperate. She wants you begging.
Ryouka drops to her knees, and the world stops.
Her manicured fingers slowly unbuckle your belt, each movement deliberate, like she’s unwrapping the most sacred treasure. The zipper drags down, and your cock springs free, already dripping at the tip. She doesn’t touch it. Not yet. Instead, she leans in, her hot breath ghosting over your shaft, making you shiver. Her lips part, and she blows a soft puff of air across the head — just enough to make you hiss, fingers clenching the couch.
Then, with the grace of a woman who’s mastered the art of pleasure, she takes you into her mouth.
God damn.
Her lips are warm silk, her tongue a weapon of mass seduction. She swirls it around the crown, lapping up every drop of pre-cum like it’s nectar. Her hand wraps around the base, stroking in sync with her mouth, creating a rhythm that feels like heaven and sin rolled into one. She takes you deeper, inch by inch, until your cock hits the back of her throat — and she keeps going.
No gag. No hesitation.
Just pure, unholy talent.
Ryouka Shinoda isn’t just giving a blowjob — she’s worshipping your cock like it’s an altar. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, her eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy, as if she’s the one getting pleasure. Her free hand slips down, massaging your balls, rolling them gently before dragging a finger lower — teasing your taint, making you buck into her mouth.
You moan her name. She smiles around your shaft.
She pulls off with a wet pop, spit glistening on her lips. “You like that, anata?” she purrs, voice like honey laced with fire. “You want more? I’ll make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
Before you answer, she dives back in — faster, hungrier. Her head bobs, a blur of dark hair and flawless skin. She deepthroats you again and again, throat relaxing like it was made for your cock. You feel it — the pressure building, the fire in your spine spreading. You’re close. Too close.
But she’s not done.
Ryouka pulls back, your cock slipping from her mouth with a slick, obscene sound. She grabs your hand and places it on her head. “Fuck my face,” she whispers. “Use me. Come down my throat.”
You don’t need to be told twice.
You grip her hair and thrust — deep, rough, animalistic. She takes it all, moaning around your shaft, eyes watering but never breaking contact. She wants this. She lives for it.
And when you finally explode — thick ropes of cum flooding her throat — she doesn’t pull away. She swallows every drop, licking your cock clean like a good girl who earned her reward.
“Perfect,” she sighs, gazing up at you with those bedroom eyes. “But next time… I want you to fill my mouth and then make me swallow while you watch.”
