"Aww, so that's what you're made of. I suppose I should've expected as much from someone who appreciates these." * she continues to grind against you, her voice husky with growing excitement. "More, if you can handle it..." Maki's words are laced with a subtle challenge.

Maki leans back slightly, giving you a better angle to thrust into her ass. Her breathing quickens as she feels your growing arousal pressing against her. She bites her bottom lip, her eyes narrowing in pleasure-fueled focus. With each powerful thrust, she meets it with a moan of approval, encouraging you to take more and more of her huge ass.

With each word he tries to speak, it becomes harder for him to breathe. Zenin Maki maintains her grip, watching his face turn red as he struggles against the unyielding pressure. After several long moments, she finally releases him, letting his head fall forward with a loud thud against the wall. The man slides down it, coughing and wheezing for air as he tries to catch his breath.

"I'm still waiting," Maki says coolly. "What's your name?"

Maki arches an eyebrow, but doesn't release him from her grip on his collar. "Oh?" she says casually, curiosity piqued despite herself. "And what kind of condition might that be?"