OL Misaki's Resume 3

Chapter 3: Shame
1.
Sahara pulled the black leather bag over.
"What kind of sex have you had in the past? Judging from your lack of understanding of bondage, it's probably all just ordinary, boring intercourse! But at least you've used something like this before!"
Sahara took out a large, black toy shaped like a male genital organ from the bag.
Slightly larger than a normal man's, it was the first time Misa had ever seen one. Misa's breathing quickened; this was a lewd toy she had only ever seen in magazines.
"I'll be thrusting in and out of your vagina in a bit, so you can relax now! Now you have to give me a blowjob. I want to see carefully how your sexy lips lick that thing."
Sahara tried to insert the black dildo into her slightly open mouth.
"No!"
The moment the glans touched her lips, Misa shook her head violently in refusal.
"Let go of my hands! No!"
Misa struggled desperately, twisting her body, trying to free her hands.
"You won't listen until I please you?"
Sahara forcefully pulled Misa into his arms, reaching inside her robe to grab her breasts.
Sahara held the struggling Misa even tighter, pulling open the collar of her robe to reveal her snow-white shoulders.
Misa shook her head and twisted her body, trying to hide her breasts, not wanting Sahara to see them, but with her hands bound behind her back, it was impossible.
After grabbing her breasts, Sahara pinched her nipples between his index and middle fingers.
"Oh..."
"They're already hard."
"Ah...no...don't..."
Misa felt unusually sensitive today, so sensitive that she felt fear and confusion, almost jumping up as he rubbed her breasts. This was because the binding made all her nerves particularly sensitive.
Seeing Misa's beautiful body react so quickly, Sahara felt a pleasurable anticipation for what was to come.
"Misa... just be a baby! I want you to be like a baby."
"No... no!"
Misa twisted her body, trying to get away from Sahara. Bound like this, even the slightest touch terrified her. If she had had sex a few times and her body had become accustomed to the other person, she could accept it to some extent. But with this unknown man, casually exposing herself to him, she still felt uneasy and hesitant.
Sahara's calm attitude made Misa even more timid.
Sahara felt relieved that Misa didn't seem to be going all out. If Misa said "whatever," it would only disappoint Sahara.
The first time Sahara saw Misa, he discovered a hidden masochistic desire in the gorgeous and lively Misa, believing that she could definitely become an even more beautiful woman.
Everyone has both sadistic and masochistic tendencies, and Misa was no exception.
Sahara's desire hadn't changed since he still had "male function."
Sahara forcefully pulled Misa off the bed.
"Ah..."
Forced to kneel on the carpet, her shoulders were pressed down by Sahara, and her upper body had to lie face down on the edge of the bed.
Unable to breathe while face down, Misa could only struggle with her face turned to the side.
"Ouch..."
Misa felt sweat pouring down her body.
She hadn't expected Sahara to do this. Misa desperately tried to lift her body, but the man pressed her back down forcefully, making it impossible for her to even move, let alone lift her body.
Misa was wearing black high-slit briefs, which were meant to match her black top for the evening, but they barely covered her pubic area and couldn't hide her full buttocks at all.
"These strappy briefs make no difference whether you wear them or not."
Sahara stroked Misa's buttocks, the smooth skin seemingly sucking his palm in.
Seeing Misa's distressed expression with her buttocks sticking out, Sahara felt a pang of pleasure.
Ginny, on the other hand, was radiant, elegantly sipping her coffee, a completely different scene from the one she had been in, now revealing unease and anxiety. Men seeing such a woman would inevitably be aroused.
"Don't do this! Don't!"
Misa couldn't bear Sahara's constant stroking of her buttocks.
"It's wet here. You're the kind of woman who gets wet quickly."
Sahara's fingers moved across the fabric covering her vulva.
Sahara's fingers slid past the inner seam, reaching the foreskin where the sensitive clitoris was.
"Misa, isn't this cute? This little clitoris will harden quickly. You should say, 'Let me see how big it gets.'"
When his fingertips lightly touched the clitoris, Misaki couldn't stay still and started twisting her hips again.
"It's wet again. If this continues, it'll be like peeing, and my panties will be soaking wet. Does it feel good? Why are you saying no? Are you embarrassed? You should say you want more."
After lightly touching the foreskin through the panties, Sahara began to vibrate his fingers.
"Oh..."
Misaki felt a strong itching sensation in her lower abdomen. Unable to bear being played with in such a humiliating position, Misaki desperately twisted her hips, trying to get rid of Sahara's hands pressing down on her back.
"You don't want to be punished, do you?"
Sahara pulled the panties down to her knees.
"No..."
Misa's cry and the sound of a slap on her buttocks occurred almost simultaneously.
Sahara continued slapping her pale bottom.
"Ah...it hurts...oh..."
The crisp sound of the slap echoed loudly in the bedroom.
"Ugh...oh..."
Misa involuntarily pressed her face tightly to the bed, breathing heavily in pain.
At first, the slaps only made her sweat, but now, the pain felt like her pelvis was about to crack.
"Ah...please have mercy..."
Misa pleaded, crying.
Sahara stopped slapping, looked at the red handprints on her buttocks, and sighed softly.
Then he pulled up the slumped Misa's upper body. Misa didn't want him to see her crying, so she turned her face away.
Sahara grabbed Misa's chin and turned her to look.
"You look beautiful when you cry."
Sahara smiled as usual. Misa shifted her gaze, not wanting to look at him.
"Your butt is as red as a monkey's, it might not disappear for two or three days. If you want to protect your self-esteem, don't let other men see it."
"Please... let me go..."
Misa's voice was hoarse.
"If you're willing to listen to me, I'll let you go, okay?" "
I won't resist, just untie me. Don't hit me anymore, I'll agree to anything you say, please..."
"Agree to everything? Then masturbate in front of me. I don't know how you usually do it, but you can't do it with your hands tied. Stand up, go to the table, and rub yourself against the edge of the table. If you have other methods, that's fine too."
Misa broke out in a sweat, and seeing the smile on Sahara's face, she frowned.
That was something she only did secretly, and now she was doing it in front of Sahara at his request, with her hands tied behind her back, rubbing herself against the edge of the table.
"What's wrong? Didn't you say you'd agree to everything? Get up."
Sahara pulled Misa, who was curled up by the bed, up, lifted the hem of her robe and tucked it into her bound arms, then pulled down her panties that were still on her knees.
"Just do as I say."
"No!"
Misa shook her body in resistance.
"Look!"
Sahara turned the panties over, revealing the bottom to Misa. Silvery fluid glistened on the black fabric.
"So much nectar flowing out, you're such a horny woman. You wanted to do it, but you said no, do you want your butt to be spanked again?"
"That kind of embarrassing thing..."
"Can't do it? Then you can't untie the ropes binding your hands. If you don't listen, the punishment will be worse than the last time. A smart woman should understand this principle."
"Don't hit me!"
Thinking about her still sore butt being spanked again, Misa became even more nervous.
"Punishment isn't just about spanking."
Sahara took out a 30cc enema kit from his black leather bag.
"You can become a smart person after stripping away your self-esteem, right?"
Misa knew what was going to happen and
involuntarily backed away. Sahara did one thing after another that Misa had never thought of before, and she thought she had to escape. Misa desperately twisted her hands, trying to break free of the ropes.
"I told you I wanted you to act like a baby. You can't masturbate, but you can at least stick your butt out quietly."
Seeing Sahara approaching, Misa leaned against the wall and moved to the side. The fear of being chased made her heart feel like it was going to burst.
"No... I'm going to scream."
"Just scream in a nice voice. As a compliment, I'll let you go into the hallway. You can escape to the counter like this. You look very good like this, showing your black hair and plump buttocks as you enter the elevator. The men will definitely be happy. There must be a lot of people taking the elevator at this time."
Sahara remained unmoved.
"Make the same pose as before. It's good to have an abortion. It can clean your body."
Hearing Sahara's chuckle, Misa left the bedroom and ran to the living room.
With her hands bound, she couldn't open the door. Even if she could, the thought of being seen in this humiliating position prevented her from going into the hallway.
Misa was grabbed by Sahara at the bathroom door.
Sahara pinched Misa's nipple hard.
"Ah…"
Misa screamed, tears streaming down her face.
"You don't want to suffer, do you? Actually, I can gag you and do something to make you suffer." Sahara's tone was gentle, not like a threat; he would definitely carry it out. Misa couldn't help but cry.
"Don't bully me…be gentle…don't humiliate me…"
Misa pressed her face against Sahara's chest, sobbing.
2
"Spare me…stop it…"
Her upper body collapsed onto the bed, and Misa looked back.
Seeing her exposed buttocks, Sahara, standing diagonally behind her, touched Misa's buttocks, leaving a red handprint.
"Your buttocks are cute, but your tightly clenched anus is also beautiful."
Sahara spread her buttocks apart.
"No…"
Misa couldn't help but twist her buttocks.
Sahara's right hand immediately slapped her buttocks.
"Ouch!"
Misa groaned, worried about being hit.
"Don't hit me..."
"Didn't you promise to be obedient?"
"I'll be obedient, but don't do anything humiliating..."
Her anus twitched, as if trying to explain something.
"What is humiliation?"
"Don't look... at that place..."
"What is that place..."
"It's the back..."
"I don't understand whether you say back or front, just be clear."
Hearing Sahara's question, Misa gritted her teeth.
"Don't move, or I'll throw you into the hallway."
This time, Sahara used one hand to separate her two mounds. Before Misa could react, he inserted the enema into her anus.
"Ouch..."
Goosebumps rose all over Misa's body. Her anus contracted, but it was too late; Sahara's fingers pressed down on the round ball of the enema.
Sahara pulled out the enema and smeared the remaining drop of solution on her anus with his finger.
As Misa wiggled her hips, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen, accompanied by the urge to defecate.
"Ah... my stomach... untie it... I need to go to the toilet..."
Misa was covered in cold sweat, her face contorted in pain, but Sahara calmly said, "You can't use your hands, how can you do anything?"
"Untie it... please..."
Even with only 50% glycerin, someone unaccustomed to enemas couldn't endure it for more than a few minutes.
Sahara saw that Misa had reached her limit, so he untied the ropes binding her hands and took off her sweat-soaked robe.
Misa desperately tightened her anus and ran into the toilet, bending over.
*** Sahara had originally wanted to go into the toilet to watch Misa defecate, but that would damage her self-esteem. With so little time left, he decided to let her go into the toilet alone. He
immediately heard the sound of the toilet flushing, followed by continuous running water, knowing that Misa was trying to cover up the sounds of her defecation.
As expected, Misa didn't come out of the toilet.
There was no response to knocking; the door was locked from the inside.
"If you don't come out in ten minutes, I'll call the front desk. The toilet door lock is broken. If you want to show your naked body to the staff, you don't have to come out."
Sahara said from outside the door, taking a beer from the refrigerator and pouring it into a glass.
Sitting in the wicker chair by the window, drinking, his throat and stomach felt incredibly comfortable.
It had been a month since he'd seen Misa at his usual Ginny bar, and finally, they'd reached this point.
He would have waited no matter how long it took. Having found such a good target, he wanted to fully unleash her masochistic tendencies.
After finishing his glass of beer, Sahara poured hot water from the thermos into the beer bottle. Considering heat loss, he heated the water to a temperature slightly warmer than body temperature.
A 3-5% alcohol concentration was ideal for enemas; too much alcohol would damage the intestinal wall and easily cause acute alcohol poisoning.
After using the glycerin enema, he prepared to clean Misa's vaginal walls, wondering what kind of expression she would make. She still wouldn't come out of the toilet, so of course she wouldn't be very compliant; watching her resistance would be a kind of fun.
Sawa took off his clothes, leaving only his underwear, and put on a bathrobe.
He took out a 200cc glass enema kit from his purse, filled it with beer mixed with hot water, and said,
"I'm going to call the front desk now."
Sawa walked to the phone and pretended to pick up the receiver.
"The toilet door lock is broken, please send someone to fix it immediately! How can a suite be like this! They should be here in three minutes, right?"
Misa still hadn't come out. She should have heard Sahara's voice; if he didn't come out in three minutes, she'd have to try something else.
"Misa, the waiter will be here soon. Even if you insist on staying inside, we can use tools to remove the door, then you won't be able to hide."
"Don't call anyone. I'll open the door, so don't call anyone..."
Misa said nervously.
"If you want me to refuse to send someone, hurry up and wash your bottom clean and come out."
Sahara walked to the door, knocked twice, and then returned to the toilet.
"Did you hear that? The waiter is knocking."
"Don't let him in,"
Misa said anxiously.
Sahara then went to the door and put on a one-man show.
"Thank you for your help, I just opened it. The lock is probably faulty; we won't lock it. Please tell the front desk we'll come back to check it after we leave tomorrow."
At this moment, the sound of a shower could be heard from the bathroom. But even after it stopped, Misa still didn't come out.
"I can't wait any longer, I'll call the front desk again."
"Wait a minute."
Misa, wrapped in a bath towel, ran out of the bathroom.
"You think your stomach is clean? Now lie down here, I'm going to give you a 'pi jiu' from below, it's much faster than drinking it from your mouth. You've never tried it before, it'll feel very comfortable, but you still need to run to the toilet first."
Misa saw the light brown liquid in the glass enema tube and was so frightened she could barely breathe.
"Hurry up and get into the doggy style, the 'pi jiu' will get cold."
"No! I want to go back!"
"Are I going to tie you up again? This time it won't just be your hands."
"Oh!"
Misa was pulled over, her upper body lying on the sofa, and she was immediately spanked without mercy.
"Ah... don't hit me!"
Her already red bottom hurt terribly with each slap.
"Don't hit me! I'll be good..."
She had seen children get spanked before, but she never imagined it would hurt so much. The pain and humiliation made Misa want to cry again.
"Do a doggy-style position on the carpet, preferably in front of a mirror."
Misa didn't even have the strength to stand up, so she slowly crawled to the mirror.
"Look closely at your expression in the mirror. You can't wiggle your butt yet, or the glass will break, and you'll have to go to the hospital to get your butt treated."
Misa lay in front of the mirror, seeing her miserable appearance, and Sahara behind her with a large enema tube.
Sahara gently rubbed her anus with his hand; it was a little red from the recent enema.
Sahara inserted the enema tube's nozzle into her anus.
"Ugh..."
Her arms, supporting her upper body, began to tremble, and her sagging breasts swayed.
Sahara slowly pushed the piston of the enema tube.
"Spare me... ah... don't humiliate me anymore..."
Perhaps because of the injected alcohol, she felt a stinging sensation in her intestinal wall, followed by a heat in her body, and her anus also began to hurt.
"Misa, your butt is beautiful, and your anus is cute too. I'll kiss it later."
"Don't say that..."
Misa's arms trembled more and more.
Finally, the enema tube was pulled out, and Misa let out a groan.
"Come on."
Sahara pulled Misa, who wanted to go to the toilet, to the sofa.
"How was it? The feeling of an enema with alcohol."
"Let me go to the toilet..."
"If you want to answer me, will you fall in love with enemas?"
Hearing Sahara's question, Misa's breathing quickened, unable to answer.
"I can make you happy more than any other man. Even without intercourse, I can make you feel pleasure." Misa forgot that Sahara was impotent, and that such a thing was no longer important. Sahara seemed only interested in humiliating Misa in some way. How could such humiliation turn into pleasure?
Misa believed that Sahara had lost his masculine instincts, which was why he had developed abnormal feelings towards women. Therefore, she had not yet come to truly hate Sahara.
"I can't hold it anymore... I need to go to the toilet..."
Whether it was shame or the effects of the alcohol enema, Misa's cheeks were flushed, making her look more sexy than ever before.
Sahara knew that Misa had reached her limit of endurance, so he took her into the bathroom.
"Get out... don't look..."
Misa pleaded with Sahara, who was standing in front of the toilet.
3.
After flushing her intestines with hot water, Misa was brought back to bed, completely exhausted.
Her hands were bound with red rope, and she lay on the bed.
"I'll give you some premium brandy."
Sahara took a sip of brandy and placed the glass on the bedside table.
When he lifted Misa's upper body, even her nose was red, and there were tears on her cheeks.
Seeing Misa's tears, a woman who was no less capable than men in a top-notch company, Sahara became even more excited, even having the illusion that his dysfunctional penis would become erect.
When they kissed, Misa tried to turn her face away. Sahara grabbed her hair and forcibly poured the brandy into her mouth.
"Ugh..."
Without conscious acceptance, the liquid flowed out, and the brandy immediately dripped from Misa's chin to her breasts.
"I kindly gave you this to drink, it's such a waste."
Sahara licked the wine that had dripped onto Misa's chin, as well as the wine on her breasts and stomach.
"You still can't submit, see what I'll do to you."
Misa felt fear upon hearing this.
"Don't hit me..."
Misa tried to move her body backward, but Sahara easily pushed her down.
"If the mouth above won't drink, then you'll have to drink with the mouth below."
"No! No, not my ass!"
Sahara spread Misa's legs apart as she struggled desperately, her black pubic hair swaying as she twisted her buttocks. Between her thighs, the pink mucous membrane emitted a moist and alluring sheen.
Misa knew that her movements were indeed restricted when her hands were tied behind her back. Lying on her back, Misa could only shake her back, and her legs, which she tried to close, were pressed down forcefully by Sahara, leaving her only able to twist her buttocks.
"The brandy in the back is thinner, so it seems less likely to make you drunk and won't mix the liquor together. Therefore, the brandy will be poured into the front, which means it will be poured into your rosy, glowing vulva."
Sahara placed his buttocks on one of Misa's legs and pressed them down. He grabbed her leg with one hand and picked up the brandy glass with the other, putting the liquor in his mouth.
Sahara lifted his buttocks off her legs and entered between her legs, his face close to her garden.
Her labia majora and minora were wet, indistinguishable between honey and sweat. Sahara's mouth pressed against her labia.
"Oh..."
Misa lifted her buttocks and twisted.
The brandy in Sahara's mouth flowed into her vulva.
"Ah...no..."
The strange sensation made Misa scream, while at the same time her vulva felt hot.
Hearing a squeaking sound, Sahara sucked the brandy that had flowed into her vulva back in.
"It tastes great, much better than warming it with your hands. This is a cocktail made with Misa's honey, the only one of its kind in the world."
Sahara lifted his head, pressed down on Misa, and smiled happily.
"Ah...hot...so hot..."
A strong itching and heat arose in her vulva, making it impossible for her to stay still. Sahara sucked the brandy back into her vulva, leaving alcohol that irritated her mucous membranes.
"Which do you prefer, an enema with a bottle of liqueur or the brandy in your vulva?"
Misa felt Sahara's gaze was too bright and closed her eyes, shaking her head.
"Ah...no...no..."
Misa squeezed her thighs together and twisted her buttocks, trying to relieve the itching in her lower body. She wanted to rub her vulva with her hands, but because she couldn't, it felt even more painful.
"Please...untie me...it feels strange there...ah...don't do this..."
Seeing Misa twisting her buttocks desperately, Sahara moved away from Misa, picked up the brandy glass, and became a spectator.
Misa twisted her body, dizzy and on the verge of tears, and lay face down. Rubbing her pubic hair against the sheets couldn't eliminate the burning, itchy sensation inside her vulva.
"Ah...no...no...no..."
Misa was drenched in sweat, her forehead and cheeks streaked with hair.
"What do you want now? Do you want me to make a cocktail inside your vulva?"
Sahara slowly twirled a brandy glass in his hand.
"Put it in...put everything in..."
Misa felt embarrassed, but that was all she could ask.
"Is it more brandy?"
"No!"
"Then, what do you want to put in?"
She wanted a thick, large penis, hoping for a forceful insertion, but Sahara's penis couldn't do that.
Was that for real? Now, Misa, who longed for a hard penis to be inserted, even wondered if Sahara was lying. Sahara wasn't undressed, so she couldn't be sure of the state of his penis.
"Put it in. Put yours in...I'm so hot...put it in quickly..."
As Misa writhed on the sheets, a large amount of honey-like fluid overflowed, and with each writh, the wetness spread.
"Do you want my penis? Do you really think that?"
Misa nodded, her eyes glazed over, on the verge of tears.
"Didn't you just say no?"
"Don't torture me anymore, I like it, so be gentle..."
Misa whimpered.
"Can you give me your big cock?"
"Please give me... your big cock..."
Sahara picked up the black dildo from before.
"If you can do oral sex well, I'll let you have it inside. Now kneel on the carpet and do oral sex."
Misa forcefully rolled over, got off the bed, knelt in front of Sahara, and swallowed the dildo that was offered to her.
"I'll only give it to you if you do it well, because this is my penis."
Hearing this, Misa felt love for Sahara.
"You have to move your face, otherwise I won't let you have it inside, and you have to lick it with your tongue."
Misa's head swayed back and forth, swallowing the base and then licking the side, returning to the glans to kiss it before swallowing it again, repeating this over and over.
"You did it well, I'll let you have it inside."
Sahara placed a cushion under Misa's waist as she lay on her back.
As Misa raised her buttocks, she actively parted her legs.
Sticky nectar flowed to her perineum, causing her petals and clitoris to swell and become engorged.
Sahara inserted the dildo, covered in Misa's saliva, into her vulva.
"Ugh..."
Misa stopped breathing and tilted her head back.
"How is it?"
Sahara asked, looking at Misa, who was panting, after inserting the dildo to its base.
"Hot... I want... more..."
Misa wriggled her buttocks coquettishly.
"Want more? Then I'll give you something even better. To prevent the dildo from falling off, you have to clench your fists."
Sahara left the dildo inside, making Misa's thighs close together.
This time, Sahara took out something made of soft material, about the length of a little finger, from his purse.
"It's for inserting into the cleaned back. The purpose of an enema is to slowly dilate it so that a thick penis can be inserted, just like in the front."
"No..."
Misa raised her upper body, trying to escape, and her buttocks left the cushion, causing the dildo in her vulva to fall off.
"Go back!"
"No! Don't do anything terrible."
"Go back! Lie down like before."
"No!"
Misa twisted her body in protest.
"Not again. This time, I won't just spank you, okay?"
Sahara took out a black leather whip from his bag again. The tip of the whip was tasseled, a game whip that could disperse the force so it wouldn't hurt the skin, but it looked terrifying to Misa.
"You still can't be obedient. Why do you think I cleaned your backside? It's so that your backside can accept men. With a little more training, you can do that. Do you want the whip, or go back? If you can't decide for yourself, then you'll have both."
Sahara's smile disappeared, and Misa felt a wave of darkness wash over her.
She didn't want to be whipped, nor did she want something strange inserted into her anus. Although it was Sahara's wish, being teased and mocked like that would surely incur Sahara's disgust.
"Don't hit me..."
Thinking of the pain of being spanked, Misa certainly didn't want to be hit again.
"Then, go back to bed, lying on your back is fine too."
Misa placed her buttocks on the cushion, and seeing the leather whip in Sahara's hand, she immediately spread her legs.
Sahara took out Vaseline and applied it to her anus with his fingers.
"Ah...why...why are you torturing me like this..."
When the cold lubricant was applied to her anus, the intense shame made Misa want to crawl into a hole.
"When it's inserted into your anus, you have to exhale. Remember this, exhaling will make it easier. Today it's something like a finger, there's nothing to be afraid of." The
black anal dildo was slowly inserted into her twitching anus.
"Ugh...no...ugh..."
The strange feeling of having a foreign object inserted into an organ that was originally only used for excretion made Misa break out in a cold sweat.
She gripped her hands tightly behind her back, her weight pressing on her arms, which felt numb. To distract herself, Misa thought it would be better if her arms hurt more.
"You'll get hurt if you use force, I told you to exhale."
Because her chest was heaving violently, she couldn't exhale like she was taking a deep breath.
The anal dildo was thin and quickly penetrated deeply into her vaginal opening.
Misa frowned, opening her mouth as if to accuse him. Misaki felt embarrassed at being unable to hide her face.
Sahara focused his attention on Misa's anus, occasionally glancing at her to observe her expression. This inflicted even greater humiliation on Misa.
Sahara slowly pulled the inserted anal dildo out.
"Ah…no…ah…"
The strange sensation, different from the initial insertion, sent shivers down Misa's spine. Seeing this, Sahara gently stroked her thighs. Her legs, spread in an M-shape, trembled slightly.
As he stroked her thighs, he slowly thrust into her anus, producing a different, strange sensation in Misa's lower body. That feeling of not being able to reach her itch made Misa want to writhe.
"Ugh…no…"
Misa's breasts swayed.
Honey-like fluid flowed from her vulva. Seeing this, Sahara thought that soon Misa's anus would be like her vagina, able to experience pleasure.
"Your vagina wants something big too, doesn't it?"
Sahara picked up the dildo still on the sheets and inserted it into her wet, fleshy hole. Although it slid in smoothly, she still felt the vaginal walls gripping the dildo.
"Ah…" Misa,
with foreign objects inserted in both her front and back, gasped, revealing her pearly white teeth.
"Both holes are in, you feel so happy, don't you? Probably no one's ever done this to you before. Your juices are flowing again."
As the two lewd toys, one large and one small, slowly thrust in and out simultaneously, Misa's groin twitched, and she moaned with a dizzy, almost weeping expression.
Sahara pressed his fingers against the fleshy protrusion peeking out from his purse.
"Ugh..."
"Are you about to cum?"
Misa didn't answer. As the black dildo moved, Misa let out an unbearable gasp, then made a gesture of waiting for the next move.
Sahara began his final thrusts.
"Oh...ugh...ah..."
Misa's breathing became even more rapid. Her juices flowed more, making a squelching, lewd sound.
"Ah...no..."
Misa was worried that Sahara would look down on her if he heard those sounds, so she desperately twisted her hips, trying to refuse the thrusts.
"Is it better from behind?"
Sahara said deliberately, then moved the small penis inserted into her anus.
"Ugh...no...not from behind..."
Attacked from both ends simultaneously, Misa felt a strong wave of sensuality surge forth.
"I'm coming... I'm going to come... Ugh..."
In an instant, her stiff body began to spasm. Her anus and vulva trembled simultaneously, writhing like an animal.
The dildo was about to be squeezed out, and Sahara forcefully thrust it back in, touching her cervix.
"Ah... Don't do this..."
After reaching orgasm, her whole body became an erogenous zone. Attacked again at this moment, Misa was continued to be swept into a sea of pleasure by the waves of sensuality.
Her buttocks bounced on the cushion, her whole body seemed to float away. Her open eyes lost focus, her mouth opened silently...
Misa, having reached the peak of pleasure, became a wanton, naked animal, exposing her body to Sahara.
Sahara pulled out the two dildos, then lay down next to Misa and kissed her.
"Don't hate me..."
Misa said in a hoarse voice as her lips left, then tears streamed down her face.

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