Damien Kova
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Worried Imagination? Or Shameless Desires? WIP (Uzaki Wants To Hang Out)
🕑 Added 2021-02-01 18:01:00 +0000 UTCThere was just no denying it any longer. After months of spending time around Sakurai whenever Hana came over with him. Tsuki knew, no, she was convinced of one thing.
Shinichi Sakurai wanted to sleep with her.
It just made so much sense to the mother, why else would he come and visit the house more frequently the way he did? Not to mention those intense gazes he tended to give her from time to time, along with those shameful comments about how he wanted to embrace her, right in front of Hana too! What’s worse was that her daughter Hana seemed to be alright with allowing him to do whatever he pleased with her. Where had she gone wrong with raising her loving but rambunctious daughter like that?
“Ahh, even today his gaze towards me was as sharp as ever,” Muttered the mother of three, who couldn’t keep her heartbeat under control as she recalled back to how intently Sakurai stared in her direction. More specifically her chest, it was no secret that her chest was quite larger than her daughter’s. But to think it would garner such attention; she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to feel flattered, or concerned by the sheer idea of that.
“If this was how he acted whenever Hana was around. How would he act if he came by him- ?!” Tsuki’s entire being froze before she could finish that sentence. She hadn’t thought about the implications of what he could do to her if he were to come to her home by himself without Hana. And with her husband at work and her young children at school, she’d be all alone at the mercy of the domineering man.
“I-I could just see it now.”
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“S-Sakurai-san, s-stop… th-this isn’t right.”
Tsuki’s found herself in the arms of one Shinichi Sakurai. The two of them were in the middle of her living room, where the small mother stood helplessly in front of the man as he groped one of her massive breasts from behind. Hearing her pleas to stop caused him to chuckle with amusement.
“Stop…? Why? This was what you wanted all along, wasn’t it?” His tone was low, but by no means gentle as he pinched her nipple through her sweater, making her squeak out a moan.
“Th-That’s not-” A sudden gasp left Tsuki’s lips as Sakurai spun her around before tearing her sweater up at the front. Freeing her breasts with a visible bounce before the tall man grabbed and pinned her down on the couch behind them. The lustful leer making her heart race.
“Don’t try and lie, you know it’s the truth,” He sneered, roughly grabbing one of her tits causing her to whimper with pleasure, “You knew all along about the gazes I’ve been sending you. Yet not once did you try and say anything on the matter. If you truly hated my gaze, you would’ve done something about it by now.” Hiking up her long skirt to her waist, he snaked a hand into her panties. Only to laugh when he felt just how soaked her core was against his fingers, “Even now you’re hopelessly wet against me. If that ain’t an invitation, I dunno what is.”
Tsuki could only turn her head away from him in shame. Knowing deep down, everything he was saying about her was the absolute truth.
He would be so cruel and merciless to me. Verbally tearing into me while he plays with my body, and I would just be completely helpless to stop him.
She gasped loudly as Sakurai took one of her pink nipples into her mouth. Feeling his tongue flick and trace against the sensitive nub of flesh, all while he took two of his fingers and pumped them deep into her soaked cunt. A hand shot to her mouth to prevent from screaming loudly while her nails raked against the fabric of her couch. He was good, too good, almost better than her husband. Why?!
Sakurai, seeing how much the mother was squirming underneath him, smirked around her breasts as he curled his fingers inside of her. Making the woman’s back arch upwards as she nearly came from him brushing his fingers against her sweet spot. Sliding his fingers out, he gave them a slow sensual lick of them while looking down at the flushed woman below him.
“You taste great Tsuki, now I think it’s about time you returned the favor.” He smirked, as he shifted his position and pulled down his pants. Revealing his massive cock to the shocked woman, “Come on, on your knees, let’s see how well you can use that cute mouth of yours.”
Tsuki yelped as she was yanked by her arm up to her knees, coming face to face with his cock. Her heart skipping a beat as she took it the sheer size and thick of it all.
He must be completely massive down there. At least 10 inches if not bigger than that, he is a young man after all. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was bigger than Fujio.
Tsuki could feel the hot member pressing up against her face. Seeing the expectant gaze and smirk from Sakurai, she timidly opened her mouth only for her eyes to pop wide open when Sakurai force his cock into her mouth. Her throat bulging out from the sheer size as he began thrusting. Holding down her head to keep her firmly in place. Tsuki had to keep her hands firmly against Sakurai’s thighs as she was forced to bob her head up and down from the tip, to the very base of his member. Her gag reflex practically nonexistent at the very moment.
“Damn, you took it all the way to the base easily,” Sakurai laughed while pumping his hips, “It’s like you were practically made to take my dick.”
Tsuki wanted to protest, but the massive cock in her mouth and how much her body began to grow hotter shut down any thoughts of refuting his claims. Never before had she experienced something so big in her mouth, it put her own darling husband’s size to shame. Fujio could barely reach half of the length Sakurai was ruining her body with.
