For a moment, coaxed by the convulsing milking of her climaxing pussy, Mitarai let out a faint groan.
Mitarai carried himself with an air of composure, but inside, he was hanging on by a thread. Unusually, he had donned a rigid mask to keep her from sensing his true state.
Still, it was no match for Irina's blissfully writhing pussy. The sound slipped out before he could stop it, though it never reached her ears as she basked in the afterglow of her climax—though it would be immortalized on the recording.
Her supreme pussy offered sweet, tight contractions and undulating ripples. Mitarai inadvertently spurted a jet of pre-cum, soiling her pink vaginal walls and folds.
Though her ears had not caught the lack of composure in his voice, his cock spoke of it far more eloquently.
'Ah... Takashi-kun feels good too... His glans is all swollen and bulging.'
Irina sensed it as she wrapped her vaginal muscles tightly around him.
The more their reproductive mucosa slid against each other, the stronger the pleasure swelled.
His thick, fleshy shaft throbbed incessantly, vividly telegraphing the ecstasy it was tasting.
"Your womb's sucking on me, begging for my cum. I'm going to pump you full of it just like this."
"Ah... u-uh, ya, Ahhh..."
Mitarai drove the tip of his cock right into her cervix as he spoke. The stimulation reignited Irina's sexual fervor, and her molten folds began to cling and coil around him with lewd, sticky devotion.
Her body, still steeped in the sweet afterglow of climax, now clamped down even tighter. Her cunt muscles bit into the sharply defined ridge of his glans, persistently laving the flared flesh.
This was the finest hospitality of female flesh, a pleasure reserved solely for the male who had just fucked Irina to countless orgasms.
Breathing raggedly, he kneaded the soft, yielding cervix, and Irina sobbed out voiceless moans, her legs stretching straight and trembling, the base of her thighs twitching spasmodically.
"Gonna cum again? You've gotten so thoroughly addicted to cumming... Go on, cum as much as you want, and be happy. Clamp down tight on this cock that brings your weak little pussy so much bliss, and feel good."
Takashi whispered into her mind over and over, as if imprinting the words into her thoroughly melted brain.
It was like a kind of brainwashing, though even if said to her in her right mind, Irina would not refuse; if anything, she'd eagerly obey.
Before their sex began, when she had greeted the camera, her words had been free of falsehood. Irina belonged to him. If he were to order her to die, Irina would end her life without a shred of hesitation. She harbored a faith akin to fanatical worship for him, different in flavor from Asia's.
This defined Irina's life and values. It all traced back to that day, the moment he had picked her up from the darkness, after everything she had ever been was denied, and brought her into his home.
"Even I'm struggling now... ngh...!"
Mitarai grunted as his cock pierced through her vaginal entrance, skewering the soft honey pot all the way to its deepest depths.
"Hah... ah, aa, ahh..."
Irina focused her consciousness on her pussy, tightening it to make him feel good. She distinctly felt the shaft inserted inside her and deliberately clenched tight around the sensitive crown of his glans.
Her efforts paid off: an unmistakably pleasured sound slipped from Mitarai's lips. And then, smack smack, he slammed his hips against hers.
The tip of his shaft, pressed deep into her cunt, oozed thick pre-cum, kissing and adhering intimately to her cervix as if seeking further stimulation.
Their bodies exchanged kisses at the deepest point.
"Irina... urgh... you... ngh... this is impossible..."
"Your cum... Master's cum... give it to Irina's naughty pussy... Please spurt it all out!"
Feeling the tremors in his cock, she fluttered her sweetly aching womb and clamped down tightly.
Her vaginal folds writhed and clung with sticky, lascivious adhesion.
"That's some cute begging..."
"...Ah..."
In that moment, a visible shiver ran through her slender shoulders. Hearing his voice brimming with satisfaction, Irina experienced a tiny, internal climax.
Coming not just physically but in her heart, the ultimate bliss for a subjugated female, her lewdly contorted face was captured perfectly by the camera.
Mitarai slowly withdrew his meat rod until only halfway remained inside, then slammed his hips back down against her lower belly. The raw, obscene sounds of mating overlapped with Irina's unbearable moans.
"Ah, ah, ahhhh!! Deep, deep inside, grinding it is so goooood..."
"It feels good for me too. I'm going to cum just like this. Come on, you have to face the camera properly—so the people watching Irina's naughty antics can get turned on too."
"Yaaahn ...Don't say things like that... I, I—..."
Using the hip work of a man who knew a woman's body inside out, he pounded up against her cervix, and the pleasure of her womb surged up with bewitching intensity.
"I'm cumming... I'm cumming! I'm gonna dump my cum right here in the park, into Irina's pet pussy!"
"I'm cumming, cumming, already cumming, I'm cummiiiing..."
An overwhelming flood of pleasure mixed with tempting words poured into her.
At any moment, she was ready to succumb to that voice. Her soft, melted cunt was gouged and filled, fucked with serious intent, their genitals grinding without reserve, and she grew drunk on it.
Rough, ragged breaths—hah, hah—brushed against her ear. They weren't Irina's.
Mitarai's breathing was growing strained from the pleasure. His glans had swelled into something viciously engorged, and he crushed it against her G-spot.
"No more, that, that's too much..." Irina sobbed in protest.
Mitarai pounded his hips powerfully, pan, pan, relentlessly assaulting every one of Irina's weak points.
Finally, Takashi slumped heavily over Irina's back.
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