Lorna

Ryu sat at the booth, his heart still racing from the sensory overload of Mammopolis. He couldn't stop thinking about the hostess, Lorna. She had something about her, not just in her kindness, but in the way her body moved—so natural, so full of life. Her enormous, saggy, drop-shaped breasts strained against her overstretched, stained top, the fabric barely containing their weight. They hung heavily on her chest, her cleavage a mess of dried tributes, but instead of seeming overdone or excessive, she looked… comforting. Motherly.

She moved with a kind of calm grace, the way a seasoned woman carries herself when she's long past trying to impress anyone. Her hips swayed with a natural, slow rhythm as she walked over to them, her curvy figure thick in all the right places, her thighs soft, stretching her pants. Her body was heavy but firm, solid in a way that made Ryu feel both safe and a little more **** than he’d expected.

The hostess smiled at him with the same warm, knowing look as she arrived at their table, her breasts swaying slightly, making it hard for Ryu to focus on anything else. "Hello again, love," she said, her voice soft but full of that motherly authority that made him feel like she had everything under control. "You wanted to give it another go?"

Ryu swallowed hard, nodding. He hadn’t even known what he was asking for, but now that she was here, the nervousness he felt was slowly giving way to a strange sense of anticipation. She made him feel like this was something he could do—something he was meant to experience.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her hand brushing lightly against his cheek. “We’ll take it slow this time. No rush.”

She knelt beside him, her massive breasts resting heavily on her thighs again, their weight and softness making Ryu’s breath catch in his throat. The stretch of her stained top left little to the imagination, and yet it wasn’t intimidating—it was welcoming, inviting. She leaned forward slightly, her chest pressing into his legs as she began to unbuckle his belt with steady, practiced hands.

This time, she didn’t just pull out his cock and start stroking him like before. No, she was taking her time, easing him into it, as if she could sense the tight knot of tension still coiled in his gut. "Let’s get you nice and relaxed," she said, her voice like velvet. Her hands were warm and soft as they moved up his thighs, fingers pressing gently into the flesh, massaging him in a way that sent shivers down his spine.

When she wrapped her hand around his cock, he was already painfully hard, but this time, he wasn’t rushing. She gave him slow, firm strokes, but then, to his surprise, she moved lower, her mouth pressing gently against his balls. The sensation was completely new to him. He gasped, feeling a surge of pleasure as her warm lips enveloped him, her tongue gently teasing him.

He’d never felt anything like it—this wasn’t just about the physical stimulation. It was the way she did it, so tender, so deliberate, like she knew exactly what he needed. Her other hand reached up, stroking his cock with the same steady rhythm, while her tongue worked his balls, sucking them gently.

"Does that feel good?" she asked, her voice muffled as she pressed her lips against his skin. Ryu couldn’t even form the words; he just nodded, his body trembling as the sensation rolled through him.

But the hostess wasn’t done yet. With one hand still stroking his cock, she let her other hand slide lower, her fingers moving between his legs, brushing lightly against the sensitive skin around his ass. Ryu tensed for a moment, not expecting the sensation, but the hostess shushed him softly. “Relax, darling. Just trust me.”

Before he could overthink it, she pressed her finger against his entrance, massaging it in slow, gentle circles. The sensation was new—alien—but the way she touched him made it feel… right. She didn’t push, just teased, easing him into the idea as her finger worked in slow circles. "This is just to help you relax, love. You’ve been carrying a lot of tension. Let me take care of that for you."

Ryu’s breath hitched as her finger pressed deeper, the pressure building in ways he hadn’t anticipated. He had never experienced anything like this before, and the mix of sensations was overwhelming but in the best way possible. She wasn’t just making him feel good—she was making him feel cared for, like she was guiding him through something intimate, something important.

As her finger massaged his prostate, a flood of pleasure shot through him, so intense it made him gasp. He hadn’t expected it to feel like this, but there was no denying the effect it had on him. His cock twitched in her hand, his body arching slightly as the pleasure built higher and higher.

“That’s it, ” she whispered, “Just let go. You’re doing so well.”

With her lips still gently sucking his balls, her hand stroking his cock, and her finger massaging his prostate, Ryu couldn’t hold back any longer. The pleasure was too much, and it felt like it was coming from everywhere at once. He groaned, his whole body trembling as he came hard, the release more intense than anything he’d ever felt before. His cum spilled out in thick ropes, coating her hand as she continued to stroke him through the aftershocks.

“There we go,” she cooed softly, slowly pulling her hand back, her finger sliding out of him with a gentle caress. “You did so well.”

Ryu could barely catch his breath, his body still trembling with the afterglow of what had just happened. He felt a strange mix of relief and pride, like he’d accomplished something important—something that went beyond just physical release.

The hostess smiled at him, wiping her hands with the same care she always showed, her eyes warm and full of that tender affection. “I knew you could do it,” she said softly, brushing her fingers through his hair. “I’m so proud of you.”

Ryu looked up at her, his heart pounding, his mind still swimming with everything that had just happened. He had never felt this kind of connection before, this kind of closeness. It wasn’t just about sex—it was about trust, about letting go in a way he hadn’t known he needed.

“Thank you,” he managed to whisper, his voice hoarse.

She leaned down and kissed his forehead gently, her breasts brushing against him as she did. “Anytime, love. I’ll always be here to guide you.”

She stood up slowly, her breasts swaying with the motion, and gave him one last warm, knowing smile before turning to leave. As she walked away, her hips swayed naturally, her curvy figure soft and inviting, leaving Ryu with a feeling of calm he hadn’t expected.

Zyrex clapped him on the shoulder, grinning. “See? I told you she’d take care of you.”

Ryu smiled faintly, still catching his breath, but this time, it wasn’t nerves that held him back. It was contentment. The hostess had made him feel safe, cared for, and in a way that felt… complete.

Mammopolis might still be overwhelming, but in that moment, Ryu felt like he had found his place, guided by the gentle dominance of a woman who knew exactly how to take care of him.