Beautiful Yuri Couple Surrender to the Cock - Chapter 23

 Day two: Saturday.

"Mnh... hiee... hff... ah... ❤️"

Small, short, strangled cries echo through the room. They spill from Mai’s lips in sync with her ragged breaths. Eiji is sitting on the edge of the large, plush luxury bed. Mai, her body drenched in sweat, is straddling him, facing him, her hips rocking slightly as she takes him in. It is the "Facing Upright" position. 

Their bodies are pressed together so tightly that heat has no way to escape. Sweat is smeared thickly between them, creating a sticky, squelching friction. The scent in the room is overwhelming, yet it serves only as fuel for their mounting excitement. The raw, masculine musk radiating from Eiji makes Mai’s lower abdomen throb with a sharp ache, while the feminine scent of a female in heat makes Eiji’s member pulse with renewed vigor.

The lewd, viscous sound of fluid fills the air. Her center, impaled by his hard, turgid shaft, is stretched to its absolute limit, yet she clinches around him as if she never wants to let go. The sight of her vulva, distorted obscenely by the intrusion, is the definition of wreckage. Thanks to the arousal overflowing from within her, his member is slick and glistening with every upward and downward motion, and their pubic hair is matted and sodden. 

The tightness that initially caused her pain has now perfectly memorized the shape of Eiji’s anatomy, and it transmits nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure. Only a day has passed—and yet, it has been a long day. If a woman is defiled all through the night without a break, her body learns. Like a scabbard for a sword, her interior clinches around him without a sliver of space. It is the form of a masterpiece, yet Eiji refuses to finish so easily.

"Ah... ugh... mnh... mnh... ❤️"

Mai hasn't started "liking" Eiji. If anything, she still hates him for forcing all this "male knowledge" into her. But looking at her now, it’s impossible to believe she feels any repulsion. She has her arms wrapped around his thick neck, hugging him with a desperate, contorted expression. 

Her G-cup breasts are pressed shamelessly against his chest, and she doesn't seem to care in the least that they are being squashed out of shape. They exchange a slippery, sweat-slicked heat, continuing a lingering, sluggish session that looks more like a pair of mollusks mating.

"Mnh... ffuuuu... haah... ❤️"

Eiji’s large hand, which had been stroking the smooth curve of her back, slides further down. He grabs one of her "fertile" butt cheeks, which had been wobbling up and down with her movements. He pulls the plush flesh apart, kneading it and enjoying the texture.

"Nhyie!? I-I told you that place is off-limits...!"

Mai, who had been submerged in a daze of drooling ecstasy from the pleasure Eiji was giving her, gives a sharp flinch at the sensation of a finger near her rear. She puffs out her cheeks and glares at his face from inches away. Having spread her thick cheeks, Eiji is now poking at her rear entrance with a thick finger. To him, any part of the body that a girl feels "shame" about is a prime target for excitement.

"Someday, you're gonna take me here, too. If you don't prep it and loosen it up properly now, you're gonna have a rough time later." 

"I'm not doing that! That's a 'delivery' hole, not a—" 

"Ho-ho. So you 'deliver' there too, huh? Well, naturally." 

"No! I don't 'deliver'! I don't do that! I'm an idol, I don't poop!" 

"What...?"

Eiji looks genuinely bewildered by the fact that she’s spouting the kind of nonsense an old-school idol from decades ago would say. No one would ever guess the content of their conversation based on the fact that they are locked in an intimate, face-to-face embrace.

"Well, in that case, you don't need any 'prep' at all, so this is even better." 

"Kuhyiee!?"

Eiji thrusts a thick finger—just one—straight into her rear entrance. Mai’s eyes bulge and she lets out a shriek. She instinctively clings to him even tighter, crushing her breasts against his chest. Her nipples rub against his hard, sweat-slicked pectoral muscles, which feels amazing, but the sensation of the foreign object in her rear is much stronger.

"Ngyaaaaaaaaah!! Let goooooo!!"

Mai, who tries to be cute no matter who is watching, maintains a perfect exterior... but even she hasn't "prepped" the inside of her rear. It’s the place where the things she considers the most "unclean" come from; having a man toy with it fills her with nothing but a sense of violation.

"Yeah, yeah. You'll be feeling great in a second, don't worry." 

"Mpu!?"

Eiji gently supports the back of her head and presses her face into his hard chest. Unlike her own soft mounds, his chest provides no comfort—it’s just hard and painful to the touch. She should be fighting harder to pull his finger out, but...

"Hfuuu... ❤️"

Mai’s expression melts into one of pure daze. Her nostrils flare as she takes deep, sniffing breaths. She is smelling him. She is inhaling the raw, masculine musk of Eiji’s sweat, now even more potent than usual. His scent, far more "male" than any average guy's, is saturated with pheromones that make her head spin with just a single whiff. 

The sight of her—the top idol of Tendo Academy, worshipped by every boy in school—desperately sniffing the sweat of a rugged man while her face is buried in his chest is almost beyond belief. But this is the real her. The girl with the melting face, rubbing her body against him, clinching her interior around his member... it is undoubtedly Mai.

"Mnh... hie... oh... oh... ❤️"

He begins to bounce her up and down again with ease. The thick finger remains buried deep inside the rear she so desperately rejected. In fact, it slides in and out—zupo, zupo—in rhythm with her movements. Fortunately, there are no "brown objects" on his finger, but he is domesticating her—training her to expand so she can eventually take his member, and more importantly, so she can find pleasure in her rear. It is as if he is tilling a field before planting the seeds.

"Kuhyie! Ah, ah, ah, ah... ❤️"

And Mai has a talent for it. In this short time, she has learned to find more than just the sensation of an "object" in her rear; she is finding genuine pleasure. Between his member scraping her walls and tapping her cervix, and his finger probing her rear, Mai is drowning in ecstasy, drool trailing from her dazed face. And then...

"Kah... hah... ❤️"

Mai’s body goes rigid. She clings to Eiji’s rugged frame with every ounce of her strength. The girl who had mocked him as a "gorilla" and claimed to hate him is now holding him so tightly there isn't a sliver of space left between them; she doesn't look like she hates him at all. Her G-cup breasts, slick with sweat, are squashed flat against him as they slide. Her legs, which had been wrapped around his back, are now pointing straight up. 

Convulsing and unable to even catch her breath, Mai has reached a massive climax. Sweat erupts from her skin, and she squirts in a sudden spray. Eiji is soaked in her fluids. But he too holds her soft limbs tight, ejaculating into her. ...Of course, he is still wearing a condom, so none of it actually enters her. But as if in protest, as if in mourning, Mai’s body clinches around him with a desperate, mournful intensity, completely against her will.

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