[NSFW] Mʏ Sɪsᴛᴇʀ's Bᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ - Sᴛᴀʀʙʟᴜsʜ x Osᴛᴇᴏ

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Ami trembled as he reached out - touched her - and brushed the sweaty strands of hair from her flushed, tear-pricked face. The gentleness in his fingers felt like a reward, like praise she hadn’t even earned yet. It made her melt. She blinked slowly, her lashes wet, her heart pounding so loud in her ears it nearly drowned out the throaty praise that followed. "Now bring your mouth around my cock, Ami…" Her breath caught. That voice, that command, made something tighten low in her belly. She whimpered before she could stop it, fingers squeezing ever so slightly around the thick base of him - so hot, so veiny, so much - as if her body already knew what it had to do. “If you want to make me reach my orgasm, you will need to do better.” The words made her thighs clench. She nodded, frantically, like a good girl - his good girl - her bow barely clinging to her messy hair as she leaned forward again. Her lips parted. And then - slowly, tenderly - she slid him back into her mouth. It was still too much. The stretch of it. The heat. Her jaw ached before she’d even taken more than a few inches, but she didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not when he was watching her like that. Not when the taste of him was thick on her tongue and her body was screaming to be praised again. She sucked. Hollowed her cheeks and let her tongue swirl along the underside of his shaft, her moan vibrating softly as she bobbed her head in slow, eager motions. Her breasts bounced gently with the rhythm—pink nipples brushing the inside of his thighs as she braced herself with both hands now. Every slurp, every wet suck, was a silent cry for his approval. “Mayu is capable of taking it all down her throat…” Ami whimpered around him. He said her name like a curse. Like a challenge. It burned in her ears. Her pace picked up. She pushed herself - deeper, harder - until she gagged and pulled back, strings of spit glistening from her lips to the throbbing head. Her mouth hung open, panting, her voice broken. “I-I can… I can do better… I’ll be better… please… please teach me…” Her eyes, glassy and soaked with longing, stared up at him like a girl possessed. And then she buried her face against him again - eager, needy, her moans messier now, wetter. Sloppier. She didn’t care about dignity. Not anymore. Not when being better than her sister was possible. Not when he said he’d be proud. She just needed to earn it." ​

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[Osteo]

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She was desperate for his approval, in every motion she made. The brush of her breasts on his legs, his thighs. Her rubbing thighs, dripping with her honey onto the hardwood floor with her silent cry for his cock between her legs. She hollowed her cheeks, swallowed him with loud hungry gulps and desperate whimpers around the crown of his shaft. Pushing deeper into the satiny mouth, hitting the back of her throat as she gagged around him and saliva dripped down his length in copious globs, trailing down his length. He watched as she pulled back, gasping out as strings connected from his cock to her lips. Spidery strands formed their connection as she would moan out in those little pathetic whimpers of hers that she would do better and that she wanted to be taught. Her lips wrapped back around his cock, slurping him back into her mouth as he grunted out a small, approving groan that reverberated in his chest. "You want to be taught?" He asked the rhetorical question. One that Ami was unable to answer now that her mouth had been filled by his cock once more and he decided to finally aid her. His hand shifted from the back of the couch, no longer resting in relaxation, and letting Ami do all the work, he placed his hand on the back of her head. Stroking his fingers through the smooth, silky orange hair until he found a nice spot on the back of her skull in which he would grip down and push. "Then it is time to learn." He spoke with some exertion in his tone now. His hand was like a wall behind her. Unmoving. Holding her firmly while his hips pushed up and then his hand pushed down. Forcing her to learn rather quickly for his pleasure. She was his toy now; she submitted to such a fate. She wanted this, and if she wanted to please him then she would need to do whatever it took and right now that was letting her throat expand and take his thick cock and deepthroat him for her first time ever. He was relentless, forcing in a slow methodical motion in which he was forcing her down deeper on his cock. Stretching her throat and feeling the esophagus bulge in response to his pushes until he felt the sweet pressure of her throat around his girth and her lips sealed around the base of his cock. Her nose brushing against his pubic bone as he cooed out a happy, satisfied noise. "Fuck... that is a good girl. Taking my dick down your throat like a nasty whore, my little toy begging to be molded by me." He spoke with affection and pride, happy she was gargling and choking around his cock now. Sputtering in affection as he held her down with his hand, letting her feel him deep in her throat, and refusing to let go. Not until he saw the signs in her eyes and cheeks, needing to come up for air in which he would let go of her head. Letting her ascend from his cock all on her own. ​

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[Starblush]

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Ami’s lips trembled around him. She could feel every pulse, every throb of his length pressing heavy and full on her tongue - her jaw already sore, her throat tight and struggling to relax as he guided her down inch by inch. Her fingers curled instinctively around his thighs, nails barely grazing the firm muscle beneath as she moaned softly, her sounds muffled by the sheer thickness she was trying so hard to take. Her eyes watered. But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop. Ken’s hand in her hair was gentle at first - stroking, exploring, guiding her softly like she was something fragile. But that faded quickly. Now he held her there, firm and unyielding, his palm anchoring her in place while her throat fluttered helplessly around the crown of his cock. Her lips stretched wide, cheeks hollowed, spit dribbling freely down her chin in glistening strings that clung to her trembling jaw. Her world was heat and pressure. Her own heartbeat pounded in her ears. She was a mess - and yet… so, so happy. He was touching her. Using her. Rewarding her neediness with exactly what she’d begged for. And through the tears in her lashes, she peeked up at him—just for a moment, just to see that smirk on his face, that satisfied look that said he liked what she was doing. That he was proud. Her body reacted without thinking. Her thighs squeezed together, dripping wet and desperate for any kind of friction. Her breasts squished warmly against his legs as she leaned into it further, letting him take more of her. Ami gagged softly. And still, she didn’t pull away. She just let herself be held. Let herself be taught. When his hand finally released her, she gasped as she slid up his length, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock in wet, shimmering strands. Her flushed face was a mess—eyes glassy, mouth swollen and glistening, her cheeks streaked with faint tears. But she smiled. A small, dazed, utterly devoted smile. “D-Did I… do well…?” she whispered, her voice soft and wrecked, like her entire world depended on hearing that she had. She wasn’t just asking for approval. She was begging to be kept. To be his. To be the good little toy she knew she could be. ​

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[Osteo]

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She would slide up his length, gasping out with a gaping mouth as she came popping off of his length, saliva connected to her swollen lips and chin, a mess of her face was beginning to form from the mix of saliva she had rubbed onto her own face and now the excess that stained her lips and chin. Faint tear streaks worked down her cheeks as he was smiling down at her, proud of her for taking him all the way to the base on her first try. With assistance, of course. She looked to him. With desperation, her voice so weak and pathetic to him but he smiled as she was only caring what he thought even as her voice was raw. Her throat was undoubtedly sore, her focus was on him, and what he thought of her attempt. "You did, Ami. For your first time, even with assistance you did something your sister couldn't." He dangled that carrot in front of her again, bringing up how her sister performed in the bedroom, even if it was all lies. She would never know the truth, all that mattered was that she believed she was special and he was proud of her. He reached out and scooped his phone back up from the cushion. Returning to the recorder, he would turn the camera back on and hold it up, keeping her in view with the size of his thick length casting a shadow over her visage still. "Now open up, Ami." He told her with a command. One hand holding the phone, still on her face while the other hand grabbed a fistful of her hair this time, at the top of her scalp and he would push her gaping mouth back around the crown of his cock and pull her down slowly. He was intentionally slow in pulling her down, and down she went until she was back at his pubic bone with her nose. Lips sealed around his base. Now was the time for her real training as he would pull her up before stopping at the halfway mark on his length and then pulling her back down. It was slow. Methodical. The way he used her throat for his pleasure, guiding her head up and down at his steady, rhythmic pace like she was a toy and not even a person to him right now even as she would sputter on his cock and gag. Unbothered by the mess she would make. The spittle of saliva turning into vicious globs that oozed down his shaft and stained his heavy balls underneath and the couch. Using her, like a slut. After some time, several long and deep minutes had passed in which he would pull her up by her hair. Holding her up by her hair like she was a trophy, something he captured and was displaying proudly now in a photo, like a hunter would do. He was giving her a moment to catch her breath, to fill her lungs with precious air but not without degrading her now. With that gaped open mouth, inhaling with air he would push her head down underneath his cock, and he would let his shaft slap down onto the middle of her face. Saliva splattering, spreading out on her features, even into her hair as he would drag her face along the underside of his shaft. Forcing her to grind her face and lips along his thick member that she was to worship. Even when given a moment to breathe and have a break, she was still working and pleasing him. "You look perfect like this Ami." He complimented her messy face, cock resting on it like a pedestal. A push down on her head, and now she was guided to his heavy balls in which he would push down until her nose and mouth were smothered by them for her to start showing her love to the rest of him now. ​

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[Starblush]

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Her chest heaved, mouth wide and gasping as she pulled back, her lips raw and trembling. She couldn’t feel her throat - just a stretching ache and a warmth that had settled in deep, like his shape had imprinted itself there. Saliva clung in glossy ropes between her lips and his shaft, draping across her chin, catching on her trembling chest as she panted. Her bow had fallen completely askew, hair tangled and falling into her eyes, which were glazed and shining from the tears she hadn’t even realized were falling. She looked up. That look again - half-pleading, half-adoring. The world had narrowed to him. His smile. His approval. And the weight of his cock casting a shadow over her flushed face. Her body was on fire. Her breasts swayed subtly with every breath, nipples stiff from the cool air and the humiliating heat in her blood. The inside of her thighs was slick, her legs pressed tight together for the tiniest relief, and yet it wasn’t enough. Not even close. Ami shuddered as his praise washed over her. She’d done better than Mayu. Even if it was a lie - no, especially if it was a lie - it wrapped around her like a leash. Her heart fluttered. Her lips parted again, pink, swollen, dripping. He raised the phone. Her breath caught. And when he guided her again, hand coiled gently in her messy hair, Ami didn’t resist. She moaned softly instead - a helpless, wanting sound - as her mouth opened for him once more. Her lips stretched wide around the crown, and she let him pull her slowly down. The sensation made her tremble: the weight, the heat, the slow, firm pressure of being used again, this time not just watched but guided. Molded. Owned. Her hands clutched his thighs for balance as she bobbed slowly to his rhythm—her cheeks hollowing on the upward drag, her lashes fluttering with every inch that slipped between her lips again. She could feel herself drooling around him, soaking her chin and breasts with every pass, and yet all she could think was: Please don’t stop. When he pulled her back again - this time holding her just under his cock, the slick shaft resting heavy on her face - Ami whimpered. Her lips kissed the underside, her flushed skin smearing against him as he moved her like a doll. Her mouth never stopped trying to press tiny, worshipful kisses wherever he placed her. Even her breath - warm and shaky - bathed the base of his cock and soon those heavy, warm balls as he pressed her lower. Ami moaned again, softly. Utterly wrecked. Not from pain. But from the simple, shameful truth: She wanted to be his. ​

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[Osteo]

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He was happy to see that Ami was such a willing slut for him. It was fortunate for him to overhear her that night, calling out his name as she played with herself and imagined him. If it wasn't for that night, her being a little too loud when walking the halls this weekend without Mayu may have been rather boring for him but now it was interesting. He had a new toy to play with and use for his pleasure while Mayu was gone. Ami wasn't going to replace Mayu for him, but she was going to fill a role that Mayu currently did not. "If you want to keep being better than Mayu, then you need to get me to cum down your throat and swallow it all. Mayu can't do that, but can you Ami?" She didn't know how much he came when he reached climax, or just how long it would even take. He left it vague, a test for her to accept and want to do because in her mind it would make her better than Mayu. His hand was like an iron grip on the back of her head. Keeping her down, smothering her in his balls with his cock resting on her features, a pedestal for him to enjoy. She was already broken. Already his. He didn't need to do any of the things he was doing. He didn't need to set challenges for her. He did it because it would break her down more for him. He could have fucked her already, she was ready for him. He wanted her to be a groveling, dripping mess before he did such a thing. To have her sucking his cock for his pleasure, and his alone -- no relief for her. He wouldn't give her permission to even touch herself. He had videos of Mayu on his phone and on his personal device. Now he was going to have videos of Ami to use and send to her. Maybe he would even send her videos of her own sister with him, as motivation. Shifting his grip on her hair, he would let her breathe again. Pulling her off of his sack, and dragging the length of his thick, heavy cock back down her face. Her bow had fallen off, her hair was a mess, and saliva dripped into the orange locks. His cock had been rubbing in her hair with his insane length when she was down on his balls. It was a slow, teasing ascent. Grinding the length of his cock down on her face, dragging the saliva coated member down over her pretty soft features and back until his crown was at her swollen pink lips. "If you need air, tap on my thigh. Because otherwise I'm not stopping." He warned Ami while pushing the crown of his cock between her plump lips and shifting her face down on his length slowly once more. He was slow again, intentionally, to grind her down. Pulling her down and feeling her throat bulging out once more around his thick girth. Slipping further down until her lips sealed around his base again and held her there for a moment before shifting her head up, to the halfway mark and pulling her back down. He could be rougher with her. But where would the fun be in that to break his new toy already? ​

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[Starblush]

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Ami’s breath hitched as she felt his grip on her hair tighten, the sensation both grounding and dizzying. Her lips, swollen and flushed from the effort, parted again without hesitation - already wet with anticipation, already aching to feel that weight settle back onto her tongue. She didn’t even think about resisting. She didn’t want to. Not when he looked at her like that. Not when his voice curled in her ears like velvet - taunting, possessive, commanding. “If you want to keep being better than Mayu…” The words lanced straight through her chest, making her heart pound and her thighs clench reflexively. She wasn’t sure how much she believed him—but gods, did she want to. She needed to believe it. That she could be better. That she could be his favorite. That he’d think of her when he came, not her sister. Her fingers twitched at her sides. Her knees ached from kneeling. Her mouth was raw, throat sore, but the rush in her veins drowned it all out. Her mind was a haze of heat and desperation and humiliation, and at the centre of it was him - his presence, his scent, his voice. The subtle shift of his hips. The way he used her without hesitation, like she already belonged to him. And maybe… she did. She gasped when he pulled her away again, a glistening strand breaking across her lips as she blinked up at him, dazed and breathless. Her orange hair clung to her cheeks, tangled and damp with spit. Her bow was long gone. She barely noticed. Then, with aching slowness, he guided her back down. The thickness she welcomed between her lips again stretched her jaw wide, but she didn’t resist. She closed her eyes and focused, tears already budding at the corners as she took him in deeper, inch by inch. Her fingers dug into the cushions. Her back arched just slightly as her body tried to adjust to his rhythm. She was a mess. He wanted her like this. That thought made her moan softly, muffled and needy. “Tap my thigh if you need air…” His warning echoed in her ears, but she barely registered it - her mind locked on one thing and one thing only: pleasing him. She wanted to be good. She had to be. Even if it meant surrendering everything - her voice, her control, her shame. Her lashes fluttered. Her body trembled. And she let him guide her. Up… down… slow, deliberate movements that turned her into something pliant, obedient, and eager. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was just the beginning. ​

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[Osteo]

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Ken didn't care if Ami's throat was sore and aching. If she wanted or needed a break, or that her jaw was aching with a dull throb that pulsed through her head now. He didn't care. She was his toy now, and he would use her as he pleased. He could be rougher with her. He would be rougher. That would be for later, when she was even more of a broken slut and a mess. For now he was keeping it slow, intentionally dragging her throat down on his length and then pulling her up by her hair back to the halfway mark. Then back down she went, slowly. "Fuck. Good girl." He groaned out, his hand continued to guide her. Slow. Tormenting her more than him as her tight throat surrounded his girth with a tight suction that she would swallow around him with pulsing gargles and chokes. He would then change it up, but slower, punishing on her throat. He would pull her down, and leave her down. Sealing her lips around his base and stretching that tight throat out before pulling her up after a minute and to the halfway mark in which she would be left still to struggle with his fat cock filling her throat. She would be brought back down, and held for a minute. Then back up. He would continue this even slower pace now. "Keep your hands up on my legs or the cushions, Ami. You aren't to touch yourself. My pleasure is more important, isn't it?" He set the phone down, propped up against a cushion pillow and tilted to gather as much video as it could between the two of them. With his hand free, and the other keeping hold of the back of her head. He would push her down to the base of his cock and he would sit up straight, and then lean forward. His abs brushed on the top of her head, scrunching up against her as he leaned over her backside. "I bet you are making a mess of the floor, aren't you? Your pussy dribbling and staining the floor that we work so hard to keep clean." He spoke, as if he was complaining about the mess she made. His open hand came down and struck across her bubbly and plump rear. The strike was unexpected. A sudden, powerful open palm strike that came across her plump ass cheek. It sent a reverberating jiggle across the plump flesh that would ripple and jiggle under the impact as the sound clapped and echoed in the empty living room. The strike would leave behind a stinging red mark, but his hand would linger. Palm caressing over the mark he made and squeezing the doughy flesh between his digits and letting it spill over as he enjoyed a feel of her ass while her head was trapped between his stomach and hand, throat around his cock and unable to move with the pressure that pushed down on her. Enjoying his fill of her, he would lean back and pull his body off of her head while keeping his hand firmly planted on the back of her head, holding firm to her scalp while he pulled up on the hair. Controlling every movement of her head to his desire. Dragging her slowly from the base of his cock back to the tip in which he would pull out of her mouth full of suction with a loud, wet pop. His cock was dripping with her saliva. She was making a mess of his cock and balls with her saliva. Pooling in excess, dripping down his length and her chin, staining the couch underneath him and her breasts. "God, look at you. Such a mess already and we are only getting started." He was happy with himself. The smile on his face told her that much as he was enjoying the pleasure she brought him and this break was short lived, Only a moments breath before he pulled her back down on his length and began to bob her head up and down with the control over her head. This time, though, it was fast. She would work his length up and down with no focus on how deep he pushed her down and pulled up. He was beginning to use her with a bit more rough handling. ​

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[Starblush]

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Her breath came out in soft, broken little pants - each one brushing against the weight still resting on her cheek like it belonged there. The flushed skin of her face glowed beneath it, streaked with spit and tears and glistening proof of her devotion. She didn’t pull away. She didn’t even flinch. No, Ami leaned into it - nuzzled into him like a kitten starved for warmth, her mouth still open, lips pink and swollen, the heat of him seared into her memory already. Her hands, trembling with restraint, stayed precisely where he’d told her to keep them - clutching the edge of the cushion like it was the only thing tethering her to this moment. She was dizzy with it. Her throat raw, her cheeks blazing. Her soaked thighs pressed tight, grinding in tiny, desperate motions she thought might go unnoticed. But he saw everything. She felt his gaze even before his voice returned - low, velvet-smooth and cruelly sweet, dripping like molasses onto her flushed skin. “I bet you’re making a mess of the floor?” A tiny whimper answered him. Not a word. Just a sound. A helpless, humiliated, needy sound from the back of her throat that said everything. And then - smack. Her entire body jolted, the open-palmed strike landing with a clap against her plump, over-sensitive rear. The heat of it bloomed across her skin, a flush of sting and shame that made her eyes roll just a little. Her soft flesh trembled beneath his palm, the ripple of her curves echoing the ragged pulse between her legs. She didn’t pull away. She tilted back into it, just enough, just shy of begging for more. Her bow had fallen away long ago - orange locks spilling wildly over her shoulders, sticky with sweat and spit and submission. He brushed her hair back with clinical care, as if tidying up his favourite toy before using it again. Then he pulled her forward. Not fast. Not brutal. But deep. Her lips parted around him again like instinct - her mouth aching, her tongue stretched, her throat already tender from her earlier efforts. But Ami didn’t protest. She sank down, willingly, slowly, her lips trembling as they swallowed him inch by inch like a girl possessed. Her breath hitched. Her lashes fluttered. And her throat - so delicate, so obedient - welcomed him all the same. “Good girl…” That praise - those two words - made her pulse between her legs tighten like a fist. She sagged into it. Melted. Gave up even the pretense of resistance. Her throat opened further, and she took him in again, guided by the cruel tenderness of his hand, her body swaying in time with his slow, purposeful rhythm. Up - halfway. Down - until her lips kissed his base. Again. And again. Her drool painted his skin. Her cheeks burned. Her soft moans vibrated around him, but she didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Not when he looked at her like that. Not when his voice dripped with that twisted approval she’d do anything for. Even now - when he gave her a breath, pulling her up with a wet pop, her face a ruin of spit and blush - she leaned in, desperate to be close. Desperate to be used again. Because she was his now. She wanted to be. And nothing, not even the aching throb of her jaw or the dripping mess between her thighs, mattered more than hearing that voice praise her again. ​

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[Osteo]

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Ken didn't care how much she ached between her legs or how sore her jaw was becoming. Aching with the stretch of her mouth and throat, filled with his thick cock that railed her over and over again with complete control over her head, at his mercy. She wanted to be a toy, she wanted to be his and he already claimed her before she submitted to him. He owned Ami. "Good girl." He would breathe out in another low, husky tone. Filled with a pleasurable rumble that reverberated from his chest in the form of a low groan as her throat wrapped tightly around him. Even as he was stretching her, molding her with his fat cock he could still feel how tight she was. All it took was two words to have her melting for him. Drooling on his cock like a whore and driping her cunt juices all over the floor between rubbing, aching thighs that silently cried for him to dive between and to take her. Wanting one last moment for the video on a closeup. He reached out and grabbe the phone, lopsided but it had gotten enough footage as he pulled it back up close and pulled Ami up and off of his cock. Another thick, wet pop echoed in the room as spidery strands of saliva connected to her lips, cheek, and chin to his shaft. He held her up like a prize her caught once more, by the hair. The camera pulled up closer to her face, getting a nice closeup of the mess she was. The flushed cheeks, swollen lips and stained chin were coated with her slobber. "Look at you. Such a desperate little whore. I could fuck your throat all day and you would thank me like a good little girl wouldn't you?" He asked her, once more a rhetorical question as Ken put the phone back down. Keeping it propped up using a pillow so the recording was focused on them the entire time. He grabbed the side of her head with his hand, now both hands holding her head as he pushed his cock back between those puffy swollen lips. Pathetic as they were, he would push her down and thrust his hips up finally. It was quicker. Harder. If her throat wasn't nice and stretched yet for him, it would be now as he forced himself down her throat quickly. Down to the base of him which he would hold her for only a second before pulling his hips back and her head away from his shaft, and then slamming back into her throat. He was starting to facefuck her now. Rough. Intense. Caring more for the way it felt to him and his cock than her throat and the strain he would be putting on her as he began to build a steady, rough rhythm of fucking her throat. "Fuck. God this is a good throat." He grunted out with exertion, putting effort into his actions now. His muscles strained and flexed, the abs becoming defined with the way his back curved and muscles tightened. His biceps and forearms also flexed with the focus of controlling her head at these speeds insync with his hips that would pull back and ram down her throat with such desire. ​

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[Starblush]

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Ami's lashes fluttered like a girl on the verge of tears - but not from pain. From pleasure. From pride. From need. The moment he called her good girl again, her whole body shivered. It wasn't just a word - it was everything. It was the sun breaking through her cloudy, self-loathing thoughts. It was the soft little reward that made the ache in her jaw and the soreness in her throat feel earned. And when he compared her to Mayu -- when he said she had already done better than her sister? God, she nearly sobbed. Her eyes glazed over even more, pupils dilated wide with that dizzy haze of validation she so desperately craved. Her swollen, spit-slick lips parted, not to speak - she couldn't, not yet - but to pant softly, obediently, so beautifully. Her tongue peeked out between them, twitching just a little as if seeking more, like a kitten wanting milk from the hand that just fed her. “Look at you…” he murmured, and Ami’s whole heart clenched in her chest. She could hear the smirk in his voice, the approval, the ownership - like she was something his. Something earned. And gods, she wanted to be that. She wanted to be used. Praised. Tamed and ruined and rebuilt as the perfect little toy he could be proud of. When he pulled her back, lifting her head by the mess of orange hair tangled with drool and ruined ribbons, Ami let out the softest, sweetest little gasp. Not in protest, but wonder. She didn’t care that her face was a disaster. That her chin glistened, that trails of spit stuck to her cheeks like wet silk. That her mouth hung open, lips dark and swollen, breath hot and panting like a girl overwhelmed with worship. No, she wanted him to see her like this. To record it. To remember. She tilted her face upward, those big, teary eyes locking on his phone’s lens with a glazed, broken sort of devotion. Her breath came in light, humid huffs against his skin, and when he asked her if she’d thank him for using her throat all day… her brows twitched, and she gave the tiniest, desperate nod. Yes. Yes, she would. He didn’t even need her words to know it - just the way her face pressed back into him as soon as he guided her again, lips parting wide, swollen pink tongue already stretching out in preparation. Her little whimper, broken and pleading. Her thighs pressed tight together again - not moving, not touching, but trembling under the pressure of her own need. Her knees stuck slightly against the slickness now pooling beneath them on the floor. She was soaked. Ruined. And she didn’t even care. All that mattered was making him feel good. When his hands returned to either side of her head - firm, controlling, intentional - her heart fluttered wildly in her chest. That pressure, that guidance, it made her melt all over again. Her tongue flattened as she took him back into her mouth, swallowing the taste that never left her tongue, eyes fluttering shut on instinct before fluttering open again just to watch his face. She needed to see him. Needed to see that he was enjoying it. That she was doing well. And god, when he started to move - when the pace picked up, faster now, less tender, less teasing - it was like her whole body obeyed out of instinct. Her throat pulsed, gurgled, clenched in messy, helpless patterns as he filled it over and over, her lips moulding tight around his shaft each time she was pushed down. Her mind was spiralling. She wasn’t even thinking anymore - just feeling. Being. Obeying. He was praising her again. Groaning. Flexing. Working her mouth like it belonged to him - and it did. Ami's hands remained where he told her to keep them, planted flat and obedient on the couch beside his thighs. She didn’t dare touch herself. But gods… she wanted to. Her thighs trembled. Her lower lips throbbed, swollen and slick and untouched - for him. Her knees shifted minutely, almost unconsciously rubbing together as the ache built, and she let out a small, muffled moan around the stretch of her throat. She wanted him to finish in her mouth. She wanted to be flooded, filled, marked and claimed. Not just used. Owned. Her face was a mess. Her heart was a puddle. Her cunt was an untouched ache. And still, she pushed forward, lips parting wider, letting him take more. Giving him everything. Because that’s what toys were for. ​

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He praised her throat. Her body, as perfect as it was to fulfill his fantasies and desires while taking it from her. His focus was on himself, selfishly so. Mayu was one who didn't allow such selfishness in the bedroom, and she wasn't one to release full control to Ken for her own reasons. Ones he never forced on her as Mayu was a good woman, with a good job and she was always on her toes. He did care for her, more than his actions may speak right now as he was using her sister for his pleasure. Desires that were deeprooted in his core, ones that Mayu could never satisfy. Ami could fill that role. Fill the role of his pet. Of his toy. To do anything that her sister wouldn't for him to do on her, and to use her without a second thought or permission. She was submissive towards him, willing to do anything for his gaze and approval. Degrading herself and debasing herself into this. He still didn't care how it felt to Ami. She was too lost in being his little pet to actually care herself. Those glazed over eyes, the silent hapless moans of pleasure and nodding to the camera when asked a question. She was too desperate to be his, as he ruined and molded her throat. She accepted it as if it was normal, that it was something she should be doing to please a man, and that her own pleasure didn't matter. "You want me to cum down your throat... like the whore you are, Ami? Cunt dribbling on the floor, begging for me to fuck you. But this throat is too good not to ruin and mold to my cock." He groaned out, enjoying himself and just talking. Almost like she wasn't a person he was talking to. An object. It soon became just almost like second nature to him. Moving Ami's mouth up and down on his cock. His hips hammering the girthy length deep down her bulging esophagus as she was forced to gargle and choke on it. Fight just to breathe at any moment, she could gather in the breath. His hips worked without care. This time he wasn't pulling her up to pop off of his length. To give her a moment of reprieve. To let her gather her breath and fill her lungs full of precious air. He was focused entirely on his own pleasure at the expense of her comfort. She was his toy after all. "God... I could spend all day down this throat." He huffed out a low groan. His abs flexed, his body building a small light sheen on his body as she was brought up and down in those rough rhythms. Bouncing her throat off his cock as time passed and he was zoning out. Just enjoying the pleasure, forgetting about Ami herself, and just the warm, tight throat around his cock. Time passed by, seconds turning into minutes and it was dragging on. Showing just the stamina of Ken and the intensity in which he could fuck. How long did it take him to orgasm, even with a toy wrapped tightly around his length that he was using for his own pleasure, his own pace. Ami was just the outlet in which he used. Finally he snapped back into focus, his mind returning to Ami as his cock swelled and his body tightened. He was finally reaching his climax, after all this time of using her throat he was finally going to show her how proud he was. The pounding came to a stop, his hips slamming his girth down her throat and forcing her to choke and gag on him. Gargling around his thick length with thick pools of saliva staining his balls and the couch beneath him. He pulled his right leg out of his sweats that gathered around his ankles and wrapped his leg around her head, pinning her thighs around her head and his leg against the back of her head and he let go of her hair with his hands. Grabbing the phone, he brought it up to her face, letting her reddening face get a closeup as he groaned out. His cock throbbed deep in her throat before finally giving her just what she wanted. She was always going to drink down his load. It was never a choice. Her head was pinned by his thighs and legs. His cock throbbed, and thick, warm seed began to pump out of his length down her throat. His ropes were incredibly thick and heavy, as long as his cock, and they spurted out with ferocity with every deep throb. "Shit." He groaned out, pumping his hips to bounce the base of his cock into her lips as he continued to pump his ropes down into her throat until he emptied himself and released her head by unhooking his leg and planting his feet back onto the ground. She had nothing holding onto her anymore and could come up off his cock at her own pace now, if she even could. "Good girl." He spoke with a happy, slightly breathless smile on his face. ​

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