A Japanese woman, her silken hair cascading, protests in broken English, "No, you no good, no touch." Yet, her eyes betray her, lingering on his muscular frame. He smirks, ignoring her feeble push, instead, lifting her easily. She kicks, her high heels clicking, but it only excites him more. He silences her cries with a deep, demanding kiss, his hand finding her warmth. She squirms, but he holds her firmly, his thick length finding her entrance, her resistance melting away as he fills her, her body arching to meet his powerful thrusts.