A petite, Lolita-style girl I met in Shinjuku with a slight Kyushu accent. She has big, round eyes and an adorable duck-like smile—cute on the outside, but deep down she's insecure, attention-seeking, and prone to jealousy: a classic landmine girl. While chatting with her friend on social media today, she suddenly exploded: "If you really like me, you'd do ○○ for me, right?" Pressuring me with aggressive questioning, she initiated sex. Even after I lick her nipples, hold her tight, and finger her to orgasm, she gets angry: "There's someone else, isn't there?" Lately, though, I've gotten used to it—or maybe I just go along with it—and I actually enjoy being dominated by her. I eat her out until she cums, her thick bush glistening, then she carefully takes my cock into her cute mouth for a blowjob. She turns around, presenting her pale, plump ass, and we go into 69. "Say you love me! I feel the best, right?" I spread her legs wide and slam into her pussy hard from behind. While thrusting, I pull her close, grope her tits, and kiss her deeply. As I speed up with rapid piston strokes, she screams, "More! Harder!"—orgasming repeatedly. When I pretend to be tired, she straddles me, riding me with perfect hip movements. I grab her soft, pale body and thrust up from below. "I'm gonna cum! Ahhh! Cum inside me!" I kiss her as I erupt deep inside—pulsing load after load. "There! ...Wait? That was kind of weak. Are you holding back? You can still go, right?" Before I know it, she's jerking me off and flips me onto my back for another round. "Say you love me more! I want to see you shoot even more!" I blast my cum all over her screaming tits. Afterward, tired of the inevitable drama, I leave her behind and head out.