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For the briefest of moments after Yazuko had nodded, Keiko thought she might be receiving the smallest bit of mercy out of the man. But of course the bastard had to open his mouth and say anything other than a simple no-frills 'yes.' He was only going to give her what she asked for if she told him that she loved his cock more than her boyfriend's.

She didn't love anything about Yazuko.
Nothing about him.

She in-arguably loved Dakota's cock more. Even if it was small. Even if he didn't use it the same way this two-bit gangster did. Even if his cock had never made her cum the same way that Yazuko's had. All of that was true, and as much as Keiko hated that she was here and was reviled by every moan that left her lips she factually had to admit on an internal level that Yazuko just WAS better than Dakota. But she didn't fucking love his cock more.

Keiko was able to think much clearer now that she wasn't in the throes of orgasm, but it wasn't like she was suddenly completely normal- especially not with the frantic feeling the very presence of Yazuko's cock in her ass but into her chest. The feeling of the man's cock pulling back out inspired a new wave of panic, pushing the closest thing to what he wanted that she felt like she could get out of her mouth. "Your cock feels better than his." She surrendered, a whimper leaving her as his cock pushed back forward inside of her. She'd had toys in her ass before that were almost of a similar size to him, but that didn't bring her any comfort. Despite the bit of prep, there was still alarm bells ringing everywhere in her head yelling 'too big.'

Her fingers gripped tightly onto his bicep as his hips rolled. She hadn't given him exactly what he wanted, but he seemed to at least be giving her a bit of a warm up as he continued to work his cock inside of her. The feeling of the ridge on the underside of his cock tugging outward on her asshole brought whines and noises of quiet distress out of her. But once Yazuko got properly settled into an increasing rhythm those uncomfortable noises would progress into proper moans.

Proof that Keiko still wasn't 'all there' would come through action rather than words. Her free hand that had been grasping for purchase anywhere she could find it would drop down between her legs, her fingers rubbing generally over her somewhat swollen pussy lips before zeroing in on her clit. The additional self-stimulation definitely changed the pitch of her vocal response towards his favor.

 

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He liked when they took to it. Fucking pretty girls up their asses was his favorite pastime. There was delight in hurting them too, he couldn't have this job and not be a sadist, but he also liked to know their depravity, and the secret, forbidden things about them. Keiko liked to think she wasn't touched by the taboos of society. A lone wolf. Yazuko dealt with a lot of men like her. But Keiko wouldn't get to pretend with him. Not when her moans were coming at such a generous rate. He controlled them, with how hard he fucked her. She knew that, but there had also been a kind of longing in her voice when she asked for how he would fuck her in her shithole. This was the first time they tried it, to celebrate another last time with him.

And still she gave a sour mood when he told her to pay for it with her words. She was raw for the fucking, reacting on his thrusts and fretting when he pulled. She had no right. She was getting pleasure when she should be paying him every cent that she could get a hold of, just to get to see another day. Instead she only had to give her dignity, and trade the love of her life's trust. Betray it regularly. He savored the grinding of his cock against the edges of her asshole, trying to shave the skin off him as he moved in her.

"How much better?" he tested. She was always trying to avoid engaging. Always hoping to minimize interaction, and definitely introspection. He would get it all out of her in time. This room had hidden cameras, which was partially why he chose it. But there was plenty of evidence that Keiko was not the pristine girlfriend Dakota thought. Yazuko just liked to direct it per his own vision. There was always more in a person to destroy than they thought. He hadn't even started his reformation of this would-be tough tomboy. She was already here taking cock in her ass on her anniversary, wasn't she? "What's better about it?"

He let her hold on to him like it was going to save her from the horrors of the intense pleasure of his cock. She even aided when her finger started rubbing her pussy and then specifically her clit. Just this scene, with her holding on and masturbating while he was going in and out of her anus, was perfectly incriminating. Compromising. He was always at the very limit of what she could take, kept her moans a bit pitched from either fear or strain or actual, budding pain. Faster and faster. He kept an eye on her face, how her brow wrinkled, and how her finger moved, to know how close she was getting.

Until then Yazu fucked her. Hard leg muscles and strong back. She didn't stand a chance. His cock was unwavering in its rigidity, providing long and faster friction into her stomach through her sensitive, smallest hole. At some point he was leaned far enough back that he could let a glob of spit drip from his lips and fall down onto the finger kneading her clit. She was just a plaything to him. And then, from that new angle, he lifted her legs until her calves rested on his chest and shoulders. He gathered her ankles and kept them on one side of his head, against one shoulder, his stomach pressed against her thighs, her toes pointed to the ceiling. Her ass and thighs clapped as her continued to slap his body against her, cock unrelenting in surging into her abdomen through her lower digestive system.