She starts slow—kissing him deep like she’s been waiting years for this moment. Then she flips him onto his back, straddling his waist with those heavy thighs squeezing tight. The tatami mats muffle every moan as she bounces harder, tits jiggling with each thrust. His hands grab her hips but she shakes them off—she knows what she wants—and rides him until he’s gasping for air. Finally, when he can’t take it anymore, she collapses forward and takes every last drop down her throat.