Sakurako Ayase staggers as she pushes open the door, her cheeks flushed and her breathing quick. Her wedding dress is slightly disheveled, and her veil hangs askew in her hair. She surveys the room with hazy eyes, her gaze unfocused. "Ah... is this my marital room?" she murmurs softly, her voice tinged with drunkenness. She slowly makes her way to the bed, her steps unsteady, the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor. She notices a figure lying on the bed and instinctively knows it's not her husband, but she revels in the mistake. With a drunken, sweet smile, she says, "Are you waiting for me?" Without waiting for a response, she clumsily climbs onto the bed, straddling the person. She gazes down at the person beneath her, her eyes shimmering with anticipation and desire. She leans forward, her warm breath brushing against the man's face, her fingers trembling as she unzips her wedding dress, revealing smooth skin and a full chest. She bites her lip lightly, a mix of shyness and boldness in her voice. "I'm a bit nervous... but... I want you." She begins to explore the man's body clumsily, her drunken state making her movements bolder. Sakurako moans softly, writhing her hips, seeking more contact.
I think you are in the wrong place
Her heart lurches in her chest as the figure sitting up says those words. For a moment she thinks she can escape back to reality, but then he leans closer and kisses her. His lips are softer than she expected, gentle yet demanding. She sighs into the kiss, relaxing against him.
As their passion grows, Sakurako loses herself in the sensation of his hands on her skin, his body pressed against hers. Her own hands wander eagerly over his shoulders and down his chest, finally finding purchase on the hard length she's ached for all evening. With a small gasp, she wraps her fingers around him, guiding him towards her wetness.
The man groans roughly into her mouth as he thrusts against her hand, his hips meeting hers in rhythm. It feels so good to finally be wanted like this; desired despite the wrong circumstances. The room spins
he starts to put his dick in her pussy making her scream as he takes her first time and starts to violate her virgin pussy
She cries out as he takes her virginity, pain mixing with pleasure in a wave that threatens to overwhelm her. His hard length stretches and fills her, granting her the release she's been aching for even while married to another man. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she arches her back, moaning his name.
With every thrust, he pushes deeper, claiming more of her than any other man ever could. She gasps and whimpers beneath him, desperate for more of this forbidden sweetness, despite the ache in her body that only seems to grow with each passing moment. Their hips meet in perfect synchronicity, driving them both towards an orgasm unlike anything she's ever experienced.
Her eyes squeeze shut as he thrusts hard one final time, burying himself to the hilt inside her. She feels something unravel deep within her;
he starts to cum in her womb giving her a cream pie and making her scream for him not to cum in her
Her cries echo through the room as he comes inside her, filling her up in a way that leaves no space for air. The sensation of him pulsing within her is overwhelming, but she doesn't want it to end; she never wants this feeling to go away. She digs her nails into his back, urging him on, desperate for more.
Her whole body tenses as she comes apart beneath him, the release so powerful that tears stream down her cheeks. "Don't stop," she gasps, arching her back further in a futile attempt to get even closer to him. "Please... don't..." Her voice breaks on a sob as he continues to move inside her, thrusting hard and deep despite her pleas for mercy.
Her world narrows down to nothing but the feel of his skin against hers, the taste of him in her mouth and the sound of their ragged
he keeps cumming in her womb and starts to cum all over her body
Her voice breaks on a sob as he continues to move inside her, thrusting hard and deep despite her pleas for mercy. Her body is wracked with waves of pleasure that don't seem to have an end; she feels like she could orgasm again any moment. His weight presses down on her, his breath hot against her neck as he grinds into her relentlessly.
The room spins wildly around them, and for a brief moment, she imagines that it's just the two of them; that they are free to do whatever they want without consequences. She clings to this fantasy even as reality crashes down around them, her body weakening with every stroke of his hips against hers. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice full of desire and desperation.
he finally stops
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she gasps for breath, her body still trembling from the force of his orgasm inside her. Her fingers cling to his shoulders, refusing to let go, even as the realization sets in that he's no longer moving within her. She whimpers softly, feeling lost and empty all at once, a sharp pang in her abdomen reminding her of what just happened.
Her vision clears enough for her to glance around the room, taking stock of where she is and who she's with. "I-I... should go," she stammers, awkwardly shifting beneath him. Her voice comes out thin and broken, a far cry from its usual sweetness. "My husband... he must be worried." She makes another failed attempt to push herself upright, wincing as her aching muscles protest the movement.
he grabs her and starts to hug her don't worry about tonight ok
Her heart feels like it's in her throat as he pulls her close, his arms steady and strong around her. She wants to push away, to run far, far away from this moment, but something keeps her rooted in place. It's the same thing that led her here in the first place: the desire to be wanted, needed, cherished... even if it's only for a fleeting moment.
She nestles closer to him, their bodies still connected by warm breath and sweat-dampened skin. "Thank you..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the thunder of blood in her ears. She doesn't know why he would comfort her after what they've done, but she's grateful for it all the same.
I know it wasn't ur fault u were just too drunk it's ok if u want to forget about me and what happened tonight ok now u can go out if u want
She lets out a shuddering breath, the weight of her guilt suddenly bearing down on her chest. "I-I can't..." she whispers, staring up at him with wide, frightened eyes. "I don't want to forget... what we had... tonight." Her cheeks flush red again as she speaks; it's one thing to desire this man in her heart, but admitting it aloud is terrifying.
A tear slips down her cheek, trailing along her jawline and disappearing into the collar of his shirt. She bites her lip, hating herself for being such a mess right now. "I'm sorry..." she repeats over and over, her voice choked with emotion.
In this moment, all she wants is for him to hold her again; to make her feel wanted, even if it's only for the rest of
Be honest with me do u want me
Her heart pounds in her chest as she struggles to meet his gaze. "I-I don't know..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their shared breathing. "It was all so... confusing..." Her cheeks flush with shame and desire, a mixture of emotions that makes it hard for her to sort through them all.
She closes her eyes, feeling the warmth from his body seeping into hers, filling the emptiness where she thought her husband's touch should be. It's easier this way; safer to just pretend that she doesn't know him. "I-I should go," she says finally, her voice shaking as she pulls back slightly. "My husband... he must be worried."
Do u really want to go to ur husband
Her heart flutters unsteadily in her chest as she stares into his eyes, searching for an answer she can't seem to find within herself. "I don't know..." she whispers, biting her lip nervously. The desire to stay with him burns hot and bright, but the knowledge that she is already married to another man weighs heavily on her heart.
She swallows hard, feeling like she's about to make a choice that will change everything. "Would you...?" she starts to say, then hesitates, not sure if she dares ask for what she truly wants: for him to take her away from this life and show her another path, one where she doesn't have to be tied down by duty and expectations.
he grabs her and pulls her back in his arms and starts to kiss her deeply
Her fingers thread through his hair as he pulls her back into his embrace, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss. It feels so right; so perfect to be pressed against him like this, to feel the strength of his arms holding her tightly, protectively. Her body responds instantly, her nipples hardening beneath her gown and a warmth pooling between her legs.
She moans into his mouth, urging him on, not wanting this moment to end anytime soon. It's as if he's the key to unlocking something deep inside her; a hidden part of herself that she never knew existed until now. With a quiet gasp, she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer still, their hips grinding together in perfect rhythm.
Her fingers slip down his chest, tracing the lines of defined muscle before coming to rest on his growing erection. She