In stark contrast to Mitarai, who remained composed even during insertion, Irina's reaction was utterly pitiful.
With her soft, melting honeypot completely filled to the brim, she was already beyond words. Her spine arched like a bow, pierced through by lewd bliss, and her whole body oozed a feminine, musky sweat into the park.
Unlike usual, they weren't using people-warding magic or magical tools—only the perception-inhibiting spell at most. If someone happened to come by, they wouldn't see the two of them, but Irina would still be exposing her indecent self in public.
Anticipating just that, he grabbed her slender waist and slammed his hips against the plump flesh of her generous ass.
"Your pussy's soaked all the way to the depths. You were looking forward to this that much, huh? You're that desperate for cock...!"
"N-no... no, ahn... Don't say it, pleeease..."
Though her pussy had memorized his shape and was already dripping wet, he figured she still needed to be loosened up. Starting with shallow, back-and-forth strokes, he tested the feel of her inner walls.
Takashi prodded her cervix—the spot that could make any thoroughly trained woman weep with joy—with short, rhythmic taps.
In response, Irina's cervix, so pathetically weak to Mitarai's advances, immediately seeped thick, genuine arousal, and her hips quivered and trembled from the pleasure radiating deep inside her womb.
At the same time, her soft, melting vaginal flesh clamped down on Mitarai's cock. The exquisite inner walls wrapped around his entire shaft in a slick, slithering embrace, the wet, rippling folds entwining lewdly.
Her vaginal entrance tightened greedily as if to wring out his seed, refusing to release the male meat it had devoured. Her hypersensitive cervix hungrily sucked at the tip of his cock, locking lips with it over and over in a deep kiss deep within her belly.
It was, without exaggeration, a supreme bitch hole. Fitting for a bitch trained by Mitarai, Irina's honey pot had been transformed into a sweet, semen-milking organ.
"Ahh... Why the hell does pussy feel so good... The onaholes I used before don't even compare."
Mitarai grabbed her slender waist firmly with both hands, making Irina tremble with the premonition of an even fiercer mating.
The gentle, preparatory thrusts vanished. He let his cock pulse and throb inside her, then whispered in her ear that he was about to get serious.
Angling her pleasure-melted face toward the camera, he began to pump his hips hard.
"Ah, p-please wait... wait, I'm... I'm about to cum..."
Still gripping Irina's slender waist, Mitarai pulled his hips back with brutal force.
Irina's voice pitched up sweetly again. His meat rod was yanked out with sheer strength, the cruelly flared glans scraping against the roof of her pussy.
He mercilessly rubbed against the sensitive, pleasure-soaked flesh of this former church warrior, forcing apart the bumpy inner folds, and finally, he attacked the spot that would make her weep—her G-spot—scrubbing and kneading it with relentless, grinding pressure.
"Ah, ah, a-ah, a-aaaaahhh..."
The voice that had begged him to stop now carried a note of surrender. Her hips trembled from the overwhelming pleasure. Her ass lifted. Her pussy clenched down tighter, its slick walls constricting, intensifying its death-grip on his cock.
In that instant, the thick glans pushed up forcefully against her G-spot with a harsh rub as it was dragged out. A lightning current of pleasure raced through Irina's entire body, and she wept tears of bliss—
"C-cumming, I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum... Cumming Cumming, cumming, cumming, CUMMIIIING—!!"
Arching her back so fiercely her whole body curved like a drawn bow, Irina writhed and twisted, reaching a devastatingly deep climax. Her sickly-sweet cries of ecstasy spilled out, her obscene, debauched surrender captured in perfect detail on video.
Once she had climaxed, it was as if a dam had burst; she was hit by a cascade of smaller, rippling orgasms, her body convulsing as beads of sweat rose on her skin.
The same was happening inside her hole, still stuffed full of his cock; it quivered and spasmed, sending those vibrations directly through his shaft.
In stark contrast to Irina—whose lewd, cumming face was being captured so obscenely by the camera—Mitarai's expression didn't change in the slightest.
He made sure both Irina and any other female who would later watch this footage understood his absolute masculine composure and dominance.
By now, the park was steeped in the thick, slutty scent of a female in heat.
Any man setting foot here would be forced into arousal, transformed into a beast ruled by lust. The sweet, plaintive cries of a pet in heat shook the silent air, and Irina pleaded in a voice full of desperation.
"Good girl, good pet. Let's turn this whole park into Irina's territory, yeah?"
While still holding onto the belly that bulged obscenely around his freakishly huge cock, he patted and stroked it, helping her forcefully expel every last drop of urine still trapped in her bladder.
For Irina, this was an act of profound, deep-seated comfort. The relief, the overwhelming pleasure of sex seemed to drain away together, and gradually her awareness focused entirely on simply letting loose, just as he had commanded.
"Good girl, there we go, it's all out. Such a good girl. Now that you've finished, let's get back to mating, yeah?"
"Ah... Y-yeah..."
With skillful, precise movements of his hips, Mitarai pressed the tip of his glans directly against her G-spot.
He slowly thrust forward and up, grinding in a circular motion. Then he began rocking his hips back and forth, rubbing the pronounced ridge of his glans tightly against that sensitive bundle of nerves—an unending, ever-changing assault that gave Irina's senses no chance to acclimate. She was climbing toward the peak again in mere moments.
Irina tensed her whole body, desperately trying to withstand the imminent flood of another orgasm. She clenched her fists tight, curled her toes.
But the sweet, numbing sensation swirling through her core and hips sapped her of any real strength; she couldn't muster the power to resist at all.
Mitarai leaned over Irina's back as she braced her hands against the bench, enduring the pleasure, and moved nothing but his hips, pumping back and forth.
"Holding back is poison for the body. You're my pet, Irina, so you follow your master's orders. Now cum—cum for me!"
"U-uh... ah... Aaahhh..."
As if surrendering, the strength drained from her body. Only her honey pot clung desperately to him, clenching down on his cock as if sucking it in sheer wanton craving.
In that instant, Mitarai's swollen glans ground roughly against her sensitive G-spot.
"Ahiih... C-cumming, cumming, cummiiing—I'm cummiiiiiiing..."
A long, sweet, trailing cry of climax echoed through the park.
Irina's entire body went limp with euphoric bliss, savoring the sweetness of her peak. Her voice, worn ragged from weeping so much, had grown husky, yet that only lent her an even more decadent, sensual allure.
Even in the midst of her climax, Mitarai relentlessly kneaded her G-spot, and she helplessly gushed forth hot, clear fluids. "Ah, ah... Aaahhh..." she cried out, overwhelmed with emotion, as she leaked transparent liquid, tasting the ultimate shame and the perverse joy of her debauchery.
"Ngh... ugh..."
For a moment, coaxed by the convulsing milking of her climaxing pussy, Mitarai let out a faint groan.
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