The cool, sexy beauty I met at a club in Shinjuku completely took over my heart. She always came alone, but when I happened to give her some top-shelf LA weed I had on me, she was thrilled. The way she smoked cigarettes while sipping her Jack Daniels set her apart from other girls. She puffed on old-school tobacco, had tattoos on her arms, and carried herself with a mature, confident vibe. She knew she was gorgeous, and her calm, composed attitude only added to her allure. Loving music and sex, she took me from the dance floor into the restroom. The moment we kissed, her tongue entwined with mine, instantly turning up the heat. Her long legs and tight ass had me hypnotized—before I knew it, my face was buried between her cheeks. She started licking my nipples, making my cock throb hard. Without a word, she pulled down my pants and took me deep into her mouth, feeling absolutely incredible. She carefully licked my frenulum and balls, then used no hands to deepthroat me all the way to her throat. Her pained expression and drool dripping down only turned me on even more. The blowjob felt so good I ended up cumming right in her mouth. When I tried to take her home from the club, my junior coworker showed up chasing a story, throwing things into unexpected chaos. But she stayed surprisingly calm, and we resumed making out right away. When she gave my junior a blowjob too, he got rock hard and started begging for more. I fucked her from behind while she serviced him, getting pounded by both of us, climaxing repeatedly and looking utterly satisfied. She refused creampie both times, but we weren't about to give up. What happened next is easy to imagine.