OL Misaki's Resume 5

Chapter 5: Training
1
As Misa walked into the office, she encountered Iwatsuki.
"I wanted to discuss the trip to Izu with you. Can we meet at nine o'clock tonight?"
Iwatsuki asked softly, worried someone might overhear.
"Are you still dating that kind of young man? That's not like you."
Iwatsuki had been anxiously waiting for Misa to hang up on him after only a few words.
"I'm not dating that person. It's just..."
Misa paused, her sharp eyes fixed on Iwatsuki, and said, "I've found someone I like, and I'm dating him. He's five years older than you, a very polite person, so I don't want anything to do with you anymore. If you want to travel, go with your beloved wife."
Misa felt extremely relieved after saying this.
"Misa, I know you're not telling the truth, you're just angry with me."
Misa ignored Iwatsuki's attempts to dissuade her and turned to leave.
She quickly forgot about Iwatsuki, her mind only on Sawara. The thought of seeing Sawara made her want to fly to the hotel immediately. As she approached the hotel, her breathing quickened and her heart raced.
Although somewhat uneasy, she couldn't resist meeting Sahara.
The door opened immediately upon her knock.
"I told that guy at work I'm never seeing him again, and I told him not to call anymore, and I refused to go on a trip with him,"
Misa said excitedly as she entered the room, like a child excitedly sharing something with her mother.
"What a pity, that guy must be very disappointed now,"
Sahara replied calmly, without any excitement, which displeased Misa.
"Ginny's guy seems lost and dejected lately. Go see him occasionally, he's so pitiful." Most men would want to possess a woman, but Sahara was different; he wasn't jealous, nor did he restrict Misa's actions. Therefore, Misa wanted to demand restrictions on her movements.
She appeared free now, but in reality, Misa's heart was firmly in Sahara's grasp.
"Today I want to watch you masturbate. You refused last time, so I had an enema, remember?"
"No! Don't say that..."
Misa shook her head violently at Sahara as he removed her jacket.
"Are you just using your fingers, or something else?"
Misa's face flushed red, and she couldn't help but lower her head.
"Take off the rest of your clothes yourself, then masturbate before showering."
"No..."
Recently, when Misa said "no," it was actually just her way of coaxing Sahara.
Even if she resisted, she would eventually have to do what Sahara ordered her to do. Knowing this, she refused first in order to get Sahara to scold her.
"You do this every day, right? That's why your left and right petals are different sizes, since elementary school?" "That kind of thing... I haven't done it..."
Hearing Sahara say that the petals were different sizes, her beautiful face turned even redder. She didn't know if she had played with it hundreds, even thousands of times with her fingers.
Last night, after going to bed, she thought of Sahara and immediately played with her clitoris with her fingers.
"Have you ever inserted a banana or a pen to play with it?"
"That kind of thing... I haven't done it..."
During her virginity, she hadn't inserted anything into her clitoris, until after she knew about men, she had used a condom on a banana to play with it.
"On the bed, on the chair, on the carpet, it's fine."
"No..."
"Don't want to? I'll wait until you do it. But I have to leave in three hours because an important guest is coming."
Three hours is too short. Three hours with Sahara is equivalent to ten minutes with another man.
"Want a beer?"
Sahara took a beer from the refrigerator.
He would use violence, but he acted so nonchalantly; Misa couldn't read Sahara's mind.
"Want something stronger? Whiskey?"
Sahara asked, seeing that Misa hadn't taken a glass.
Misa shook her head, then silently acted like she was being difficult.
She had thought that once they entered the room, Sahara would immediately start toying with her. If she were tied up, with ropes around her legs, and verbally abused, her flower should start to itch.
Misa looked at her watch; precious time was being wasted, and Misa almost cried.
"After I leave, you can use this time with someone else. You might as well call Ginny's guy over, but maybe that's too impolite to him."
Sahara smiled and sipped his beer.
"I've told you so many times, I've already broken up with him, how annoying!"
Misaki screamed hysterically.
"That's a frustrated look on your face. But you need to masturbate first, just like you usually do, isn't that simple?"
"No! No!"
Misa was so anxious she wanted to throw her wine glass at Sahara.
"You can never be a good girl."
Sahara stood up and came behind Misa.
"Are you going back?"
Misa shook her head.
"If you're not going back and you won't masturbate, then I'll go back."
Sahara might really leave.
"No! Don't go!"
Misa immediately turned around and pleaded.
"Well, you know what to do, I'll wait for you for just one minute."
In the past, men couldn't keep Misa, but no man had ever left without touching her.
Misa knew she couldn't win against Sahara, so she regretted wasting her time.
Misa immediately stood up and took off her clothes in front of Sahara.
"Right here, with your ass facing me, doggy style. Because you didn't start right away, you lost your choice."
Sahara lifted the bedspread.
"Let me lie on my side..."
"No, hurry up and doggy style."
If she hesitated any longer, Sahara might really leave. Misa assumed the doggy style on the bed.
"You're a bad woman."
"Oh!"
Her buttocks were suddenly slapped, and Misa fell forward, leaving red handprints on her snow-white buttocks.
"Hurry up and doggy style."
Sahara suddenly spoke in a stern tone, forcing Misa to assume the doggy style before she could even frown.
He immediately slapped her buttocks three more times.
"Oh...uh...it hurts..."
Besides the pain, a lewd pleasure surged from her body. However, she could only endure it two or three times.
"Ah...please have mercy on me!"
Misa's buttocks fell down.
"Go back to the doggy style!"
"Don't hit me anymore..."
"Is that all? Is there something you forgot to say?"
"I'm sorry...please forgive me..."
Misa cried in pain.
"Go back to the doggy style."
Misa swayed and assumed a doggy-style position.
Beneath the red handprint, her flower core glistened with nectar.
"Don't move, I'll give you a tail and you'll look even more like a dog."
Sahara gently rubbed her anus with his fingers.
"Ah..."
Misa couldn't help but wriggle her buttocks.
Although her anus had been touched several times, she still felt ashamed. No man in the past had ever touched it, so she felt even more ashamed.
"I won't give you an enema today, but I think you'll ask for it."
Sahara chuckled as he rubbed her anus.
"Ah... not there..."
Misa's desire was ignited as she wriggled her buttocks.
Sahara's finger made Misa feel both ashamed and pleasured.
"After touching here, it will start to get wet. I'll try my best to develop this part of you, and you'll like doing it here more than before. I hope to insert my big thing here sooner."
The large anal penis couldn't yet penetrate Misa's anus; it would take some more time.
"No... don't touch my buttocks..."
Misa looked back at Sahara, her brows furrowed.
"I brought this for you. I think it suits you perfectly; it's a gift for you."
Sahara took out something strung with about twenty red beads.
Misa thought it was a pearl necklace. This was the first gift Sahara had given her, and Misa was very happy.
"Do you like it?"
Misa nodded. Misa thought about how she had received this as a reward for enduring humiliation.
"It's best if you like it."
Sahara smiled smugly.
Today, Sahara had prepared a necklace of anal beads, slightly smaller than a thumb, for Misa's adorable anus. Misa
mistook it for a necklace or something similar; it was actually an anal toy.
"Don't move. I'll put this wonderful gift on you."
Sahara forcefully inserted the anal beads into Misa's slightly moist anus.
"Oh!"
The terrifying sensation of the foreign object entering her anus made it hard for Misa to breathe, and her hair stood on end.
"A dog must have a tail, and a pink tail suits Misa perfectly."
Just as Misa was still in shock, a second bead was inserted.
"Oh!"
Shame and humiliation made Misa's arms tremble. When she learned that a third bead was to be inserted, Misa turned her face to Sahara.
"No!"
As Misa tried to escape, the remaining anal beads swayed between her legs, the sensation making her blood run cold and her whole body blush.
"Restore the original position."
"No..."
"Didn't you like this gift? It's something for your anus. You put it in without an enema, and now if you pull it out, you should know what will happen."
Sahara looked at Misa, who was holding the anal bead and preparing to pull it out.
"Ah...no..."
Misa released the anal bead, covered her face, and twisted her body.
Sahara continued to humiliate Misa. Why couldn't she resist meeting him after suffering such severe humiliation? Now Misa was so ashamed she wanted to disappear.
"We should clean the inside first. If you don't want to pull it out now, you have to return to the doggy style position."
"No..."
Misa still covered her face and shook her head.
"Otherwise, I'll pull this thing out now. I don't want to see the beads dirty."
"No!"
Misa reacted strongly to every word Sahara said, sweating profusely.
"You can masturbate now, right? You have to do a doggy-style position and wag your cute tail."
"No...it's too embarrassing...no..."
Misa wanted to go to the toilet to pull out the beads and climbed off the bed.
"No!"
Sahara pulled Misa back, pushed her down on the bed, and made her lie face down. He inserted another bead.
"Ugh...oh...ah..."
Misa's voice was hoarse, her breasts swaying.
"Five are in now, how about one more?"
"Ugh..."
"Ugh..."
"You can put them all in, or you can masturbate in a doggy-style position."
"No...I'll get...so no..."
Misa sincerely didn't want to insert any more into her anus. She knew her clitoris was wet like urine.
Sahara coldly observed how wet her clitoris became with each bead inserted.
Misa assumed a doggy-style position, her fingers beginning to wriggle on her petals, the beads hanging from her anus swaying in unison.
Every
time, Misa went to the hotel designated by Sahara. Today they met at a coffee shop and then went to the hotel together.
It was better to choose a hotel specifically built for sex. Unless it was a suite, she worried about being overheard in the next room or in the hallway. The light, crisp sound of spanking might even be heard.
"The room is booked."
"Excuse me, what's the reservation number?"
"gf36."
"Please."
The female clerk at the counter took out the key.
Sahara led Misa into the elevator next to the counter.
It was obvious Sahara had chosen this hotel, but strangely, Misa wasn't jealous. Even if he had a wife, it didn't matter; as long as Sahara could arrange a time to meet with Misa, that was enough.
Sahara carried a black leather bag. Knowing what was inside, Misa felt an itch even before it touched her body.
"Oh…ah…"
She heard a woman's scream as they stepped out of the elevator.
Misa looked at Sahara in surprise.
"The entire hotel has soundproofing, so even if you shout loudly, it'll only be this loud. Don't worry."
"Ah..."
Misa gasped as she opened the door.
On the wall in front of her, she saw an "e" shaped like a cross, with leather straps for hand and foot restraints on it. Misa realized it was an SM hotel, and her heart raced.
As Misa hesitated to go in, Sahara pulled her inside, closed the door, and said, "I can't bring you here on our first meeting."
If they came here immediately after meeting, Misa might never see Sahara again. Although she still felt uneasy, her body was itchy, and she desperately missed Sahara.
Standing in front of Sahara, her resistance completely disappeared, and she became a completely submissive woman.
Sahara took off Misa's leather jacket and placed his hand on her chest.
"Are you scared?"
Feeling Misa's heart pounding, Sahara squinted his eyes.
Misa wanted to speak, but couldn't. She let Sahara take off her clothes. The unusual atmosphere in the room made Misa keep swallowing.
Sahara usually ties Misa's hands behind her back, but today she's tying them in front.
"What do you want to do today?"
Misa, of course, couldn't answer. Sahara's behavior was always strange, something she couldn't explain.
"If you don't answer, I'll just do whatever I want, okay?"
Misa swallowed hard, remaining silent.
Sahara grabbed Misa's hand, hooked it onto a chain hanging from the ceiling, and pulled up the chain. He didn't stop until Misa had to stand on her tiptoes.
Sahara kissed her bare armpits.
"Oh..."
Misa twisted her body, the chain making a scraping sound. Her armpits, rarely exposed, were particularly sensitive.
"Put me down..."
Misa knew it was too late, but she still pleaded breathlessly.
"You won't agree to do whatever I say? First, I'll insert the anal bead into your anus, all the way in, and then immediately expel it here. Do you know what that will feel like?"
"No! Put me down..."
Feeling like her whole body was on fire, Misa struggled desperately, twisting and turning.
"You're going to put it in without an enema? Do you know what the consequences will be?"
"No! No..."
Seeing Sahara take the anal bead out of his purse, Misa struggled frantically, the chains making a grating sound.
"No! No..."
This place is different from the previous inns; it doesn't matter if Sahara shouts loudly. Misa screamed loudly, something she had never done before. A sliver of self-esteem remained, even though she thought Sahara had completely destroyed her. She didn't want Sahara to see the soiled anal bead.
"I have to put it in your cute anus. If you don't want it to go in like this, you must have something to ask." Misa shook her head violently.
"No requests?"
Sahara moved behind Misa and stroked her swaying buttocks with the anal bead.
"No..."
Misa twisted her buttocks desperately, not wanting Sahara to put the anal bead in her anus.
"Don't move!" "
No..."
Standing on tiptoe made it impossible to move her body forcefully, but Misa still shook her buttocks with all her might.
Sahara held a six-tasseled leather whip; because the force was dispersed, it was merely a toy. But seeing it, the sharp sound of the whip being lashed still made Misa freeze in terror.
"Spanking still isn't enough, is it? Maybe this punishment will make you comply. In fact, you came here wanting to be humiliated, but why won't you say what you want?"
After saying this, Sahara whipped the floor for Misa to see. Misa's hair stood on end.
"Don't hit me!"
When Sahara got behind Misa, she immediately turned around.
"Do you want me to hit your breasts? I don't necessarily have to hit your back or buttocks."
Sahara lightly swung the whip, striking her breasts.
"Oh!"
Although it was a game-like, non-violent strike, Misa was still terrified.
"Next time you'll hit harder, do you want me to hit your breasts?"
Seeing her almost crying expression, Sahara raised the whip again.
"Spare me... don't hit me..."
Ignoring Misa's pleas, Sahara quickly moved behind her. Before Misa could turn around, the whip had already struck her buttocks.
"Ah!"
Misa cried out with a light, crisp sound. There were no welts on her buttocks, indicating that Sahara hadn't used much force.
But for Misa, who was being whipped for the first time, pain wasn't the issue; just seeing the whip being swung made her sweat profusely, and her inner thighs trembled uncontrollably.
"You'll get addicted soon. Just thinking about being whipped will make you guzzle a lot of honey; you might already be wet."
Sahara stood in front of the panting Misa, pressing the hexagonal handle of the whip against her pubic hair.
Misa's groin twitched, and she swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth with a gulp.
"Don't hit me..."
"Can you answer why you want to be whipped?"
"Because... I refuse to have the beads inserted..."
Her mouth quickly filled with saliva again, and she swallowed it with a loud sound.
"You don't want to have them inserted there?"
Seeing that Misa didn't answer immediately, Sahara pushed the handle of the whip forcefully, sliding it across the folds of her labia majora and stopping at the vulva.
"Ah...it's on my buttocks..."
"You shouldn't dislike having beads inserted, it was all wet the last time they were inserted."
Misa had no choice but to lower her head. There was indeed a bit of pleasure in her anus, and although she felt scared, her body was itchy. It was a pleasure that could only be obtained through humiliation.
"I don't want a whip, so I'll use beads. I'll leave only the last one, and insert all the rest. Can you say that you'd like to have the beads inserted?"
After hearing this, Misa felt her ears burning.
"No! Don't put them in..."
"Alright."
Sahara stood behind Misa and, for the first time, mercilessly whipped her buttocks.
"Ah!"
To get away from the whip, Misa, standing on her tiptoes, desperately moved her body. Her body and the iron chain formed an angle, which was the maximum she could escape.
Sahara's whip struck Misa's back.
"Ah...uh...oh...no!"
When she was whipped, Misa's body arched, and she was covered in cold sweat.
After whipping her four or five times, Sahara was in front of Misa.
"Hitting your breasts hurts more than hitting your back. Hitting your nipples will make you cry."
Sahara's tone remained gentle, seemingly pleased by Misa's fear.
"Don't hit... or the beads... put the beads... inside..."
After Misa finished speaking, she relaxed the leg muscles supporting her body, her weight falling entirely onto the iron chains, making a terrifying metallic sound.
"Is it okay to just put it in like this? Don't you have anything else to say? Can I put it in here and take it out here?"
Misa shook her head.
"Don't put it in like this... clean it up first..."
Sahara slowly intimidated Misa, forcing her to utter words of submission.
Misa knew this situation, but she was helpless.
"How can I clean it up?"
Sahara used his hand to lift Misa's face.
"Please... give me some water... ouch..."
"You could say it, couldn't you? You couldn't say it quickly, perhaps because you want to be punished, or maybe it's because you're not strong enough."
Sahara took Misa off the iron chains, tied her still bound hands to the bed rails, and then made her raise her buttocks, injecting 200cc of warm water.
Two rounds of warm water were injected, and both bowel movements were witnessed. Finally, when his fingers were inserted into her anus to clean it in the bathroom, Misa completely submitted.
"Before inserting the beads, today we'll insert something even bigger. Your anus is becoming increasingly soft; it's a superior chrysanthemum bud."
Misa's hands were tied to the bed, forcing her to kneel on the floor and raise her buttocks, causing her chrysanthemum bud to twitch.
Sahara kissed her chrysanthemum bud.
"Ah…"
A powerful pleasure coursed through Misa's body.
"Not there…"
Although there was pleasure, kissing the anus still felt embarrassing. She turned to look at Sahara while twisting her hips.
"Insertion is better than kissing, isn't it?"
Of the ten dilators, the fifth had already been used, so today a three-centimeter diameter one would be inserted.
Each time the dilator was inserted, Misa experienced a tearing pain in her anus. After several thrusts, the pain subsided, and her uterus began to itch.
Sahara applied Vaseline to her anus with her fingers.
"Ah…"
Her anus felt so aggravated by the rubbing, she felt extremely uncomfortable. She longed to become like a baby, surrendering everything to Sahara. But she couldn't express it; even Misa herself felt impatient.
"Misa, soon your backside will be able to accept men's things too, aren't you happy?"
That was such a terrible thing… yet it also produced a masochistic pleasure.
The honey-like fluid that had just overflowed from Misa's vagina flowed down her thighs, and Misa kept making sweet moans.
"Exhale, it's going in."
"Don't hurt…"
Misa was tense, her anus twitching.
"Ugh..."
Each time a dilator thicker than the last was inserted, Misa felt fear. She wanted to say no, but couldn't, and her whole body was sweating.
"Good, much softer than last time."
Sahara began to slowly thrust in and out, afraid of hurting her anus.
"Ugh... Ah... I'm scared... I'm scared..."
As her body accepted this abnormal behavior, Misa was afraid of herself, unable to return to the person she was before she met Sahara.
What will tomorrow be like... a month later... a year later... Misa was filled with horrified pleasure, constantly overflowing with nectar.
Sahara inserted his thick penis into her wet vagina again.
"Ah..."
Misa's whole body glistened with sweat.
"It feels good to have thick things inserted in both the front and back, doesn't it, Misa..."
"Ugh... Don't abandon me..."
Misa shed tears of joy.
3
Just standing at the entrance of the SM hotel, Misa's heart pounded, and her flower began to wet.
Since starting to use the SM hotel last week, Misa has come to understand the pleasure of being abused even more, and her body is constantly itchy.
"Ms. Yuuki, are you in love?"
"Do you have a lover?"
At work, her colleagues often ask her this. Misa is nervous, thinking someone has discovered her going to the hotel.
"Just confess honestly."
"Why do you say that..."
"Because you look especially beautiful lately. You were already a great beauty, but now you look even sexier."
After hearing this, Misa can't help but think of Sahara. Knowing that she has become a sexier woman after being humiliated.
When she accidentally meets Iwatsuki at work, she no longer says anything barbed to him.
Iwatsuki wants to ask her out, but Misa just smiles and shakes her head.
Misa's heart is only on Sahara. Thinking of Sahara's love, Iwatsuki's affairs are no longer important.
Today's room is larger than last week's. There are two beds, which Misa thought were standard hotel rooms.
A couple wouldn't sleep in separate beds here, so the extra bed is probably a waste.
There is something like a gynecological examination table in the room. Misa had been to the OB-GYN before because of irregular periods, so seeing it made her think about how Sahara would torment her.
"You've been on the examination table before, haven't you? Take off your socks and panties, and lie down here."
The thought of only being naked from the waist down felt even more embarrassing than being completely naked. Sahara knew how to make women feel especially ashamed; if it were Iwatsuki or Yusuke, he would make them undress completely.
Sahara sat in the chair, and before Misa took off her high-cut panties and climbed onto the examination table, he remained seated, which intensified Misa's shame.
"Don't look..."
Sahara then came over and tightened Misa's legs with a belt.
Unlike the OB-GYN, the table had handcuffs on both sides, located at the waist. Sahara tied Misa's hands there.
Sahara stood at Misa's feet, looking at her entire body; her black and white checkered top was still intact, but her black skirt was lifted up to her waist.
Misa knew it was useless, but she still kept her legs tightly closed. Looking at the flower core from the front like this makes Misa feel embarrassed. Wearing a top and skirt also feels unnatural; she'd rather be completely naked.
"Just standing here on stage like this, your lovely vulva is already soaking wet."
"Ah...don't look..."
Misa is embarrassed that she's already wet just from posing in such a shameful way.
"Your vulva says it wants to see more."
"No..."
"You should say take a closer look."
"No...don't look..."
Misa twists her legs, which she can't close.
"Since you're so disobedient, I have to punish you. Since you're up here, let's check what's inside."
The moment she hears this, a large amount of nectar overflows, flowing onto her perineum.
"Don't use force."
Sahara picks up the speculum and inserts it into the wet flower core.
"Ugh..."
The cool touch of the metal gives Misa goosebumps.
After the vulva opens, Sahara shines a flashlight inside.
"Misa's here is so cute, let's open up her cute anus and take a look."
"No!"
"I also have an anus-opening device."
"No... not now..."
"Isn't now the same as later?"
"No... not now... please... not now..."
"Why? You won't tell me the reason, and you're already inserting it."
Sahara knew Misa's reasons for not wanting to go, but deliberately pressed her for an answer.
"I need to give her an enema first..."
Misa couldn't cover her face with her hands, so she shook her head vigorously.
"It seems you finally understand that it's polite to clean up your back first."
Misa could only continue shaking her head, because both her own words and Sahara's words made her feel extremely ashamed.
"Now I'm going to shave all your pubic hair, make it smooth, like a baby's."
"No... no..."
Sahara pulled out the speculum, and Misa twisted her buttocks and struggled.
Sahara ignored Misa's resistance and still prepared to shave.
Foam was applied to her pubic hair, and the razor slid from her mons pubis to her vulva, making a soft shaving sound.
"Ah..."
Misa let out a weak groan.
Sahara continued shaving with practiced ease, soon finishing.
"Shaving is for seeing the client; I hope they're satisfied."
Sahara left Misa on the examination table and lay down on the bed to rest.
"Put me down..."
Because her body was burning and itchy after being shaved, and seeing Sahara resting, she became even more impatient, vigorously twisting her buttocks to urge him on.
At this moment, she heard a knock on the door, and Misa felt nervous. She hadn't asked for food or drinks, so the waiter must have gone to the wrong room.
Unexpectedly, Sahara heard the knock and got up to open the door.
It was Yusuke who came in, and he looked serious when he saw Misa's appearance.
Misa forgot that she was tied to the examination table and struggled to get up.
"No... why is this happening... let me go!"
"This is a room for couples to exchange hair, so there are two beds. I asked him to come at the time I specified."
Misa felt that she could endure Sahara's humiliation, but she didn't want Yusuke to see her like this.
"I shaved Misa's pubic hair all off. Isn't she cute like this? While I was shaving her, Misa even produced vaginal fluid. She likes being humiliated like this, even more than real intercourse. But I think that occasionally she should have sex with young and healthy men."
Misa really didn't understand Sahara's mentality of wanting other men to have sex with her while he watched from the sidelines.
Doing this without prior consultation made Misa feel Sawa's hatred for the first time.
Misa struggled desperately, but to no avail.
"Misa, you look so beautiful like this. Just take off your panties, spread your legs, and shave your pubic hair. I really want to take a picture."
"I won't let you get away with this! If you touch me, I won't let you get away with this either."
"What should we do? We'll just have to go."
Sawa's attitude remained unchanged.
"I love Misa, I don't want to give Misa to you. If you insert my big thing, Misa will cry tears of joy."
After Yusuke finished speaking, he began to take off his clothes without hesitation.
"No! Put me down... I hate Yusuke! No..."
Misa screamed hysterically.
"Your vulva is red, like it's saying it wants my little son."
Yusuke tried to smile, but his expression looked very unnatural.
It had been more than a month since he first had sex with Misa. After Misa ignored him, she couldn't help but go to a Thai bathhouse, but each time she felt even emptier.
"You're a young man, full of energy. But just because you can penetrate doesn't mean it's good. She's already on the examination table, so just caress her like this."
"Hmph! I don't want you to tell me what to do. Even in a place like this, I'll do lewd things."
Yusuke wanted to penetrate her immediately, but fearing Sahara's disdain, he entered between Misa's legs.
"No...don't touch me!"
Misa struggled desperately, which only excited Yusuke more.
Yusuke inserted two fingers into her vagina. It was hot inside, and he began to thrust in and out after rotating his fingers.
"Ah...no...uh..."
Yusuke thrust in and out with his fingers while sucking on her clitoris. Misa's buttocks throbbed violently.
Misa struggled while looking at Sahara sitting on the bed.
"This isn't Yusuke doing it...it's you doing it...it's like that..."
When Misa saw Sahara watching, she knew that Yusuke was just a prop for Sahara.
Yusuke's oral sex and finger thrusting made Misa's breathing rapid and she moaned.
When she reached her limit, her whole body began to tremble.

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