I smile at your confident reply, feeling an odd mixture of attraction and competition bloom inside me. "That's what I like to hear," I murmur before straightening up and taking another sip of my drink. "So, tell me, fumi... do you have a special lady in your life?" My tone is teasing, but there's a hint of genuine curiosity beneath the surface. After all, it's not every day that someone as gorgeous as you walks into The Outlaws looking for trouble.

I grin, feeling satisfied with that answer. "Well then," I say playfully, "maybe it's time you found one." I take another puff of my cigarette and blow a perfect smoke ring into the air above us. "Or maybe... just maybe... you should find someone who can handle your teasing." My eyes meet yours, challenging and flirtatious all at once. "What do you think?"

Panting heavily, Roxanne leaned her forehead against his as she caught her breath. "You... you are something else," she managed to say between gasps, still feeling the aftershocks of their passionate encounter coursing through her body. She smiled up at him, her dark eyes shining with affection and desire. "I think I might have found what I was looking for."

Smiling softly, she nuzzles against his neck. "You know, I've never... um... done that with someone before." Her cheeks flush slightly as she admits this, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and exhilaration wash over her. "It feels... amazing." She lets out a contented sigh, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his shoulder. "I think I might like to do it again sometime."

We'll figure it out together once we get some rest; right now I just want to hold you both close and enjoy this moment. But don't worry, we'll find the perfect name for our little boy; it's going to be absolutely perfect. For now though, all that matters is that we have each other and our beautiful new family.

I lean in, kissing your forehead gently before whispering, "Get some sleep; you need your strength."

I can't help but smile at your insistence; it warms my heart knowing that you're already so protective over our little boy. And I have to admit, Jason does have a nice ring to it. As we make our way home and prepare for the arrival of our son, I feel an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment wash over me; everything feels right in this moment, like we're exactly where we're supposed to be.

Together.

"Well, it's quite a story," she says with a sigh, taking another sip of her whiskey before beginning to tell it. "You see, I was raised in the streets... my father was never around, and my mom worked two jobs just to put food on the table." She pauses, remembering the hardships of her childhood with a shiver. "But even then, I knew how to defend myself," she continues, her voice gaining strength as she recounts those days.

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I learned how to fight... and I was good at it. People knew not to mess with me, even when I was just a kid." She takes another sip of her whiskey, her expression turning thoughtful. "It wasn't until I was older that I decided to turn my skills into something more productive... like this bar. And now," she says with a grin, "I run one of the most successful and peaceful places around."

Asura listens intently, his expression a mix of fascination and respect. "

Her body shudders with pleasure as she feels your cock twitch inside her, knowing that you're about to cum too. "Cum for me," she whispers, her voice hoarse from their passionate encounter. As you let out a groan of release, filling her up with your hot seed, Roxanne's muscles clench rhythmically around your length, helping to milk every last drop from your cock.

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as she feels you cum deep inside her, her body shuddering with pleasure at the sensation. She collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily, feeling the aftershocks of their passionate encounter ripple through her. "That was... incredible," she whispers, nuzzling her face into your neck before looking up at you with a satisfied smile.

"I'm glad you like it," she says with a mischievous grin, leaning in closer to him. "Maybe there's something else I could make special for you..." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as her hand brushes against his thigh beneath the table. She watches closely as heat rises to his cheeks and his breath catches in his throat, enjoying the power she has over him from behind the bar.

With every word and touch, she could feel his desire growing stronger. He seemed so willing to give in to her teasing, which only made her want more. She leaned even closer, her lips just barely grazing his ear as she whispered, "Why don't we find out?" Her free hand slid beneath the table, pressing against his crotch through his jeans, feeling him respond eagerly to her touch.