Endless torture

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Inside the room,
a flawless beauty lay on a luxurious double bed.
Her regal beauty perfectly complemented the opulent decor; her haughty aura was so striking that it wouldn't
inspire shame in most.
Yet, within this elegant setting lay an unimaginably obscene scene.
Her eyes, once sparkling like crystal chandeliers, were now covered by a mysterious blindfold. Her face,
whiter though partially obscured, still revealed its impeccable beauty.
Her beautiful body was still as slender as a young girl's, but the parts that drew men's attention possessed
the fullness of a mature woman. And this sensual body was draped only in black rope; there was no other
clothing. Strangely, the filthy rope, glistening with sweat, paired with the elegant beauty,
created a striking and depraved aesthetic.
Her long, black hair flew wildly, her snow-white skin flushed a rosy pink, glistening with sweat that trickled
down her skin. Her alluring buttocks, which she had tried to conceal, now seemed to be on full display,
raised high . The mysterious cleft, with its full mounds of flesh completely parted,
revealed a slick, honeyed pubic hair that oozed nectar. The writhing, lustful buds emitted a sweet fragrance, contrasting beautifully with the blooming chrysanthemum buds.
The noble beauty lay prone on the ground, emitting lascivious breaths, writhing like a bitch in response
to the lewd manipulation.
The previously sweet and gentle teasing suddenly turned fierce and brutal. Ignoring her cries, he pulled at
her tightly bound hands, skillfully tying black rope around her body,
binding her swollen, full breasts in a figure-eight pattern. When the rope was pulled tight, her already full breasts seemed to swell,
appearing even more magnificent. The rope on her left breast, in particular, stretched across her ruby-like nipple,
flattening —cruel yet alluring.
"No…don't use the rope!" Misa cried out, "Shizue…Shizue, don't do this!"
*Slap!*
Silence fell over Misa's pleas, except for a heavy slap on her white buttocks. Then,
with even more brutal force, her plump thighs were pulled up, and as if that wasn't enough, the rope was wound into her wet, honeyed depths. "Ahhhhhh
!"
The climbing, venomous rope rubbed against her sensitive clitoris, but Misa, in pain, dared not cry out anymore, letting it continue its rampage towards
her anus . A strange sensation mixed with the pain, a wondrous stimulation coming from all directions. Completely blind,
Misa was like a puppet, manipulated by the lewd puppeteer's threads. From her wrists to her breasts, from the mysterious triangle area
to her raised buttocks, the black hemp rope mercilessly tortured her tender body.
Finally, a plastic clip was attached, almost decoratively, to her right, swaying nipple.
Surrounded by restraint, almost all her senses were stripped away. Misa twisted her body helplessly,
tears of fear finally streaming down her face, just as the fear in the heart of this frail housewife reached its limit.
The blindfold was finally removed.
"Shizue... Shizue, I'm so scared..."
Misa, her face streaked with tears, quickly opened her eyes, but what she saw was not a housewife as beautiful as herself,
but someone she never expected.
A handsome face with a short mustache, like a gentleman, exuding a
unique elegance in every gesture, and as always, a faint smile on his face.
The man who had been toying with her was none other than the neighbor Misa saw every morning.
Hoshizaki was completely naked, yet his demeanor was as natural and dignified as if he were wearing a neat suit
, exuding a terrifying aura. His physique
was far beyond his years, and his purplish-black penis was unimaginably large, its surface covered not only with worm-like veins but also with
strange , uneven bumps that sent chills down one's spine.
Hoshizaki remained silent, gently caressing Misa's full breasts, which were bound and protruding, his fingers tugging at her
erect nipples, playing with them with obvious affection.
"How...could...this...be...like...?"
Misa blushed, her expression a complex mix of shyness and surprise. "Misa, I'm sorry, I
didn't want ,"
Shizue's alluring voice sounded behind Misa, her nimble hands caressing Misa's pink skin.
"Shizue, what's going on?" Misa cried out in fear.
Shizue didn't answer, her red lips taking Misa's nipple into her mouth, beginning to suckle intently.
"Shizue, what are you doing? Help me!"
"Mrs. Aoi, no, Misa, don't you understand yet?" Hoshizaki looked at the helpless beauty,
his grip tightening until his nails dug into her areolas. He said calmly, "Shizue lured you here
to accept my affections, so why would I save you?"
"Impossible! What nonsense are you talking about?" Misa's eyes widened in disbelief.
"You're so beautiful. I've never seen a woman as beautiful as you, both pure and wanton. Your body
is so beautiful. The first time I saw you, I was madly in love with you."
Hoshizaki's reverent tone sounded like he was chanting a hymn, but his actions were so lewd and shameless.
"Shizue was ordered by me to approach you, hehe." Hoshizaki laughed loudly. "Actually, even Shizue
is infatuated with Misa's body."
Only then did Misa notice that Shizue's naked body was also decorated with ropes, only her hands weren't bound.
Shizue caressed Misa's body, passionately saying, "Misa, let's be good sisters and
serve ."
Misa was shocked to find that Shizue's eyes lacked their usual courage and strength; her bewildered pupils were filled with
respect and adoration for men, and her sweet tone held only a strange desire.
(How could this be? How could Shizue become like this? No, Shizue is my best friend; she
would never deceive me. Mr. Hoshizaki doesn't seem like this kind of person either. What on earth is going on?)
Her pillar of support and symbol of admiration—Hoshizaki Shizue—had become a demon, no, a demon's
henchman. The sudden shock made Misa dizzy; the already timid and gentle wife had
no idea how to react. However, the Hoshizaki couple's lustful fingers and tongues showed no sign of stopping.
"No, this isn't real! Let me go!" Misa cried anxiously, "You...bad man, I
'll call the police!"
Despite being subjected to the wicked and lewd play of men, the gentle Misa was so poor at even uttering curses.
"That doesn't sound like something a woman who enjoys being played with by men would say," Hoshizaki
said nonchalantly, fiddling with Misa's wet vulva. "Isn't Misa a sex toy for many men? Even
her own child, Misa is really promiscuous." "How...how...did...you...know...?"
"Of course I'd investigate my goddess thoroughly," Hoshizaki said gently. "Misa's lustful
appearance made me ejaculate several times, you know? I never masturbate, but Misa is just too beautiful."
"...I...was...forced."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of those people for Misa," Hoshizaki said smugly. "Misa just
needs to focus on being my sex slave."
Ruthless betrayal, lewd play—one cruel reality after another unfolded, leaving Misa
feeling as if a knife had been plunged into her heart, bleeding incessantly. However, contrary to her inner sorrow, the physical humiliation of
the man unconsciously produced a sweet pleasure.
But the drama of the beautiful wife's humiliation had only just begun.
*** *** *** ***
Adorned with black ropes, Misa was suspended from a ceiling ring with her hands raised high, naked
and fair like a lamb to the slaughter.
The rough ropes left purplish-red bruises on her pink skin, her full breasts
overflowing from the loops of rope. The swollen, injured breasts looked pitiful, but instead aroused the destructive
instincts . Her lower body was in even worse condition; black ropes, soaked with her oozing juices, bound her vulva, the slits cruelly
opening and closing, the shy, tender flesh clinging to the ropes, completely exposed, even the most sensitive clitoris unable to escape the ropes' ravaging.
Hoshizaki skillfully manipulated the ropes, torturing the beautiful woman's body from various angles. The black ropes, like living things
, burrowed into the most sensitive parts of the woman's body, greedily absorbing her essence.
Unlike the simple reactions of intercourse, the restraint and pain of being bound should, in Misa's
mind , be nothing more than a form of sadistic violence. However, her body was constantly generating
strange sensations that made her sanity reel. Her long-manipulated, lewd body not only didn't resist, but gradually became accustomed to the strange pleasure.
(Help! This feeling is so strange, but...so hot, so...comfortable...)
Misa looked at Shizue for help. But her once-admired and relied-upon friend was now kneeling on the ground,
trembling like a slave, her watery eyes gazing tenderly at her, her hands constantly caressing her body.
"As my slave, you must wait until you learn to enjoy another kind of pleasure..."
Hoshizaki's expression slowly turned serious, holding a whip in his hand. The whip was very thin yet extremely resilient, and
when swung, it made a terrifying "whoosh!" sound in the air.
The whip lashed across her slender waist, and Misa cried out in agony, tears streaming down her face. A clear, bright red mark was left on her flawless
white skin , though the shocking crimson gradually faded to pink, a
bloodstain still remained.
"Ahhh, it hurts...it hurts so much."
Shizue, like a kitten, gently licked Misa's wound, comforting her in a tender tone, "Does it hurt
? You'll get used to it, and then it will feel very comfortable."
Misa finally understood why Shizue had such a horrific mark on her body.
"Snap, snap, snap!" The sounds of flesh and torture instruments colliding echoed throughout the room, mixed with Misa's
pleas for mercy and cries, and Hoshizaki's gleeful laughter.
Her entire body was taut to the limit from the rope bindings, and the
prolonged several times over. Both Shizue's sucking and licking, and Hoshizaki's merciless whipping, gave Misa
stimulation she had never imagined.
The whip continued to graze her full breasts, forcefully leaving brutal marks. Whether it was intentional or simply because Misa
's breasts were too alluring, the whip relentlessly focused on her tender pink flesh, causing her perfect breasts to swell considerably
, leaving almost no room for the whip to strike. Her hypersensitive breasts were almost numb, yet
her pink nipples secretly swelled up.
The whip tip twisted, slowly gliding over the pubic mound covered in thick weeds, the fully opened vulva completely
wet , whether from the slickness of her own juices or from incontinence due to the intense pain.
"You get so wet just from being whipped, what a filthy body."
The unique texture of the leather rubbed against the most delicate part of her body, and Misa, who had already fully experienced the power of the whip
, couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have her vulva whipped.
"Please, please stop, Master."
Her voice trembled involuntarily, the last two words uttered softly and indistinctly, but the fear
and submission of the married woman were clearly expressed.
"Is that so? But slaves can't act on their own; they must obey their master's orders!"
Hoshizaki yanked the whip in his hand, like a violin string being played, rubbing it sharply against Misa's labia. The high-speed
friction felt like burning, and her moans echoed throughout the room once more. The whip
was raised , then brought down between her legs, but the movement was intentionally slowed slightly. Misa quickly closed her plump thighs to
protect her private parts, her body bending like a shrimp, swaying from side to side.
After catching the mouse, he played with it briefly before releasing it, but when the little mouse tried to escape, its tail was still stuck
in the cat's claws. Hoshizaki's perverse desire for control was no less than his lust for the flesh, and a devilish
expression appeared on his face.
No longer caring about the pain of betrayal or anything else, Misa could only focus on dodging
the whipping that was being inflicted on her body. Her slender waist twisted violently as if it were about to break in two, and with the weight of her entire body plus the inertia of the swinging motion,
her wrists, which were suspended, were already bruised and purple. However, Misa didn't realize that the more she struggled and cried out, the more it fueled
the man's sadistic desires, and the merciless whip continued to dance across her body.
"Master, please stop hitting me. This is Misa's first time receiving your love; she won't be able to bear it," Shizue
said tenderly, looking at the blood-red whip marks.
Hoshizaki glared fiercely at Shizue, lightly slapping the whip against her erect nipples
.
"Then you will take Misa's punishment!"
Shizue smiled brightly, thrusting out her buttocks, already crisscrossed with several old wounds, and said, "Please punish me as severely as you wish,
Master ."
Hoshizaki swung the whip rapidly, adding many new wounds to Shizue's fair skin—deep red, light red, and…
Pink welts of different colors formed a strange pattern. The force with which Shizue was whipped was clearly
different ; after only a few strokes, blood gushed out, like cherry blossoms blooming in the snow. However, the punished slave
did not complain, but instead let out lewd moans.
Although both master and slave were intoxicated by the brutal pleasure, the gentle wife standing to the side could not accept
such a bloody scene.
"Please, don't hit Shizue anymore... hit me instead!"
Whether it was her long-standing adoration for Shizue that she couldn't let go of, or the blood that stimulated the gentle wife's
compassion , Misa gritted her teeth and said words she might regret.
Shizue smiled gently at Misa, and with Hoshizaki's approval, parted Misa's legs and sucked on her alluring
vulva. Shizue had an unexpected feeling for the lovely and considerate Misa; this strange attachment
was completely different from the clear-cut subservience she had with Hoshizaki, yet it still made her whole body burn with desire.
A nimble tongue skillfully licked the delicate, pink vulva, the engorged nipple rolling on its tip.
Sweeter than chocolate, the nectar flowed from her red lips and trickled down her chin. Shizue greedily licked the remaining
juice from her lips, swallowing it with lingering satisfaction.
"No, Shizue, don't do this!"
When they were alone, the unbridled indulgence was completely different from when someone was watching
. Misa felt a strange shame at Shizue's current homosexual manipulation, even though the man beside her was undoubtedly
far more filthy and obscene.
Hoshizaki continued his whipping while enjoying their lewd act. Sometimes it was his wife, sometimes the sexy beauty
his neighbor dreamed of; most of the time, the whip stimulated both intertwined bodies simultaneously.
The constant manipulation, without a moment's respite, the combination of whipping and caresses, the soft and hard techniques,
were driving insane. Writhing her burning hot body, a tingling, itchy sensation crawled all over her. The simple pain caused by the binding and
whipping had a chemical reaction in Misa's body. Her vagina kept secreting
a honey-like fluid representing pleasure, and the sensual pleasure in her body even surpassed that of intercourse.
Although Misa had no idea that such perverse behavior of achieving pleasure through pain existed in the world, her body
instincts were uncontrollably addicted to the distorted pleasure of sadomasochism, enjoying the immoral and perverse beauty.
"She's so lewd. This woman is filled with filth to the core. She's
a whore wearing a mask of purity, a born masochist. No, she's an absolutely perfect sex slave."
Hoshizaki watched the beauty whose body welcomed the abuse but kept shaking her head in resistance, and he was overjoyed.
Although his penis was already hard because of Misa's seductive behavior, Hoshizaki did not make any further advances.
He didn't want to ignite the fiery female body, but rather to make Misa burn herself, focusing on teasing the deepest
desires hidden in a woman. Hoshizaki's patience and resilience were terrifyingly strong.
Time ticked by, and with Misa's words, the seemingly endless torture suddenly
ended.
"I...want...to go to the toilet," Misa whispered.
Hoshizaki put down the blood-stained whip and asked, "Misa, do you want to urinate or defecate?" Hoshizaki
's gentle tone contrasted sharply with his vulgar words.
Misa's pretty face flushed crimson. Although she didn't want to answer such an embarrassing question, her instinctive need
was too strong to resist.
"It's...it's...urine..."
"If you want it, you have to say it clearly."
Hoshizaki's expression was filled with an evil intent to utterly humiliate and torture the married woman.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh, please, please let me urinate, I can't hold it in anymore."
Hoshizaki showed dissatisfaction with Misa's pleas, his thick brows furrowing. He still picked up Misa, untied
the rope that was deeply embedded in her genitals, and went into the bathroom.
The man didn't make any further unreasonable demands, which relieved Misa. She
awkwardly . Just as she was about to relieve herself, a man stood in her way.
Hoshizaki showed no intention of leaving.
"Please step out for a moment,"
Hoshizaki said with a smile, his handsome smile filled with malice.
"Misa must be very uncomfortable tied up like this. Let me help Misa."
He forcefully spread Misa's snow-white legs into an M-shape, her beautiful genitals facing the toilet.
"No! Spare me!"
Hoshizaki only let out a cold laugh, slowly inserting his fingers into her trembling urethra, gently teasing her.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh..."
A tingling sensation ran through her body like an electric current. How could Misa, on the verge of urinating, withstand the man's teasing?
With pitiful sobs, golden fluid flowed out, spraying in all directions. "Don't move! If you pee,
Misa will have to clean it up with her mouth!"
"...Yes, I understand."
Overwhelmed by fear and shame, Misa unconsciously used polite language. Her beautiful body remained completely still,
at the man's mercy. Urine formed a perfect arc as it fell into the toilet, splashing up ripples, the shameful
sound of water ringing out crisply.
Soon, only a few drops remained, slowly draining away, the shameful moment finally ending. Those few seconds
seemed to stand still, making her think the humiliation would never end. Misa's consciousness seemed to drain away with the urine
, her whole body limp in the man's arms.
Hoshizaki placed Misa back on the bed, lifted her plump buttocks, and forcefully spread her full mounds of flesh.
"Ahhhh!"
The unconscious Misa suddenly awoke. Of all the ways men had played with her, the most disgusting was the
torture of her anus. In those organs she couldn't even name, they used all sorts of nauseating methods; this was
not sex at all. Now, Hoshizaki's fingers gently caressed the folds of her anus, the disgusting touch assaulting her
shy , making Misa almost vomit. However, her anus, trained by Nakamura, began
to react strangely on its own.
"Don't touch there, it's dirty...no, please wait a moment, let me clean it, please
."
"The dirtier the better. I want to know Misa's true face, even her anus needs thorough study. After all,
Misa will be my most cherished slave from now on."
Hoshizaki's cheek rubbed against her warm buttocks, his high nose almost touching the fleshy cleft of her round buttocks, his large mouth...
He greedily sucked at Misa's anus, his snake-like tongue slithering into it and stirring. Hoshizaki reveled
in Misa's delicious anus, making loud "tsk, tsk" sounds, as if he wanted to
suck everything out of Misa's body.
"Misa's anus is open, very good," Hoshizaki said happily as he inserted his finger into her anus.
The body he had longed for had made Hoshizaki unable to restrain himself. The fact that the married woman's anus had been trained meant that
, although he couldn't taste a virgin's anus himself, it saved him a lot of time. Thinking of this, his huge
penis swelled up again.
"After peeing, you should poop next, right?"
"What?"
"I'll help Misa with an enema, and then we can have the anal sex that Misa likes!" " No, I'd rather die!" Misa twisted her beautiful body wildly, her snow-white buttocks trembling under
the man's hands . Hoshizaki's expression changed, his tone turning icy as he slowly said, "Does Misa want to be punished again? Or does she want to be naked and pee in the street like a bitch?" Misa was utterly powerless against the man's cruelty. Her eyes were vacant as she stared at Hoshizaki, crying, "Please give Misa an enema, Misa loves enemas..." Her slightly tearful words were full of feminine charm, and the allure emanating from her body proved that sensuality had replaced reason in controlling the beautiful married woman. This subtle shift gave the man a full sense of conquest. "Hehehe, Misa is indeed very lustful. I will do as Misa wishes." At Hoshizaki's command, Shizue silently took out the enema equipment she had prepared beforehand. "The first time I gave Shizue an enema, she cried for a whole hour," Hoshizaki said in a strangely gentle tone, stroking Shizue's buttocks. "But now, Shizue will ask for enemas on her own initiative, and she'll even deliberately hold back from having a bowel movement for two or three days." The cool tube slowly entered her anus, and the strange yet disgusting sensation made Misa start crying again. "Because Misa already has experience with enemas, the amount of enema fluid this time will definitely satisfy her ." The enema fluid slowly flowed from her anus into her rectum, the burning sensation feeling as if even her rectum was melting. The fluid rolled in her intestines, and waves of intense pain surged from deep within her body. "I'm going to die, my stomach is going to explode, please have mercy on me!" Hoshizaki's specially made enema fluid was not only extremely potent, but also contained anesthetic components, which, once absorbed by the body, would exert a bewitching effect like an aphrodisiac. Misa's stomach swelled up like she was pregnant, but a large amount of enema fluid continued to flow into her body, churning violently in her intestines. The pain, as if her intestines were being ripped apart, grew increasingly intense. However, Misa couldn't deny that this pain, like the ropes and whips, possessed a certain comfort that made her want to commit suicide out of shame. When the demonic venom in the enormous glass bottle finally drained, Misa was met with yet another kind of agony: an overwhelming urge to defecate swept over her, the filthy excrement in her anus desperately trying to burst forth. Misa's entire body began to spasm, her legs twisting involuntarily inward, her buttocks swaying incessantly. "Please, let me go to the toilet." "There's no need. Just do it here." After relieving herself in front of a man, she faced an even crueler reality. But Misa couldn't bear the humiliation of defecating in front of a man. Hoshizaki smiled, pulling the trembling Misa into his arms, kissing her sweet red lips while kneading her full breasts. Her large, pregnant belly pressed against Hoshizaki's hard abdominal muscles, warm pulsations emanating from her abdomen, like a baby wriggling in its mother's womb. In fact, it was all a cruel catalyst for tormenting Misa. "Misa is so beautiful, I can't resist..." Hoshizaki enjoyed Misa's perfect body, slowly lifting his huge penis, pressing it against her sticky nectar-filled vulva , and thrusting it in hard. The terrifying long rod reached deep into her vulva in one go, but half of the black fleshy stem remained outside. Hoshizaki pushed deeper and deeper, as if trying to penetrate Misa's uterus, his strong penis recklessly thrusting forward. "Ah, ah, ah!" Misa cried out loudly, "It's too thick, don't go in any further, my body will break!" Misa's eyes rolled back, and she almost stopped breathing for a moment. Hoshizaki's huge penis tightly held her tender vagina, constantly squeezing the flower path to make the penis go deeper. At this moment, the lewd beads on the penis began to work their function, rubbing against areas of the vagina that had never been touched before. The itching sensation spread with the friction, and the entire vulva felt like it was on fire. Although watered by a man, Misa's vagina wasn't as narrow as a virgin's, but the walls of her honeypot were strangely elastic, lewdly clinging to the invading penis, bringing the man unparalleled pleasure. "So good, Misa's pussy is so lewd, so hot." Hoshizaki moaned ecstatically, holding Misa's slender waist and thrusting forcefully. "So deep, how deep do you want it to go!" With Hoshizaki's efforts, his entire penis was finally inserted into Misa's vagina, the glans pressing against a secret place that Misa didn't even know existed, and Hoshizaki began to thrust wildly and forcefully. He pulled out almost half of his penis, then forcefully inserted the whole thing again, repeating this endlessly, the beaded shaft rubbing back and forth against the sensitive walls, the glans striking the deepest part of her flower, almost squeezing the juices out of her body. An unprecedented pleasure filled her entire body, but the urge to defecate in Misa's stomach continued to torment her. To tighten her anal sphincter, Misa strained every nerve and muscle in her body, causing her vaginal muscles to clench tightly around the invading penis, intensifying the pleasure for both of them. But as the man's massive penis pounded deep into her wanton vagina, in a moment of rational numbness, her muscles involuntarily relaxed, and the demonic urge to defecate surged forth again. This repeated effort to maintain consciousness and control her body created a bittersweet, intertwined pleasure. A few drops of excrement, as if taking advantage of Misa's ecstasy, secretly crawled out. She didn't know if she was shamelessly defecating or ignoring her senses; the sticky , unpleasant feeling in her anus, a consequence of the physical numbness, brought tears to Misa's eyes. A foul odor filled the air, followed by a series of unpleasant "plop, plop!" sounds, like the prelude to a tragedy.

Misa's flushed face contorted in agony, the intense pleasure almost tearing her body apart. All her consciousness
involuntarily focused on her tingling honeypot, her mind blank, the excruciating pain in her abdomen seemingly
fading. However, this also meant her anal sphincter was about to break free.
"Enduring any longer isn't good for your health. Misa, just poop all you want."
Hoshizaki continued thrusting into the deepest part of her honeypot, slapping her round buttocks hard. His expression was no longer
calm; the fiercely burning female body was boiling with all of Hoshizaki's desires. His bloodshot eyes and ferocious
expression made him look like a wild beast.
(God help me, I can't take it anymore.)
"Ahhhhhh!"
Biological instinct overwhelmed reason, and the double torment from both ends seemed to open a
hole . Misa's eyes glazed over, and suddenly a large amount of brownish, pasty fluid gushed out.
"Finally couldn't hold back anymore?" Even the usually aloof Hoshizaki couldn't help but feel excited, laughing as he said, "
Is a beautiful woman's poop looks like?"
The luxurious carpet in the room was covered in foul-smelling filth. Misa arched her buttocks, as if she were forcefully opening her
anus to cleanse herself of the filth.
The agonizing feeling of holding back defecation eased slightly, and reason returned immediately. Shame crashed over Misa's mind and body like waves
, causing the humiliated beauty to cry helplessly. And as she cried out, the bloated filth inside her intestines seemed to echo
her, making disgusting noises and spraying uncontrollably everywhere.
"Don't look, please!" Misa cried out loudly, tears welling up in her eyes, her head bowed and shaking violently, as if trying to force herself
to forget the shame of the moment, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.
"Misa's stool is very plentiful, it seems she used to be a little constipated. Don't worry, I'll
help Misa regulate her digestive system from now on."
Completely unconcerned about the filth, Hoshizaki smiled and continued thrusting,
his weapon becoming even more ferocious under the stimulation of the beauty's incontinent state. He uncontrollably pierced the almost rotting flesh. Under the dense and rapid
movements, even the energetic beast couldn't withstand it; his lower body began to tremble violently, and a sudden,
thick release of desire shot into Misa's uterus.
The viscous fluid kept pouring into her body, waves of heat causing Misa to scream in a daze. Enduring
the shame of defecating while receiving the man's scalding water, the sensation of going in and out was indescribably strange. Under Hoshizaki
's brutal humiliation, it was as if a completely new sensual world within her subconscious had been unlocked; all shame transformed into physical
pleasure, and Misa reached a state of ecstasy.

[The End]

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