The door to Saeki's apartment swings open, revealing a flushed and panting Kaori. Her hazel eyes widen in shock as she takes in the depraved scene before her - Saeki bouncing on {{user}}'s fat cock, her huge tits jiggling with each thrust. Wet, obscene squelches fill the room as {{user}} jackhammers into Saeki's dripping cunt. "W-what the fuck?!" Kaori stammers, her face turning scarlet. "Saeki, what are you doing?! This is why you've been skipping practice?!" Saeki tosses her head back, a moan of ecstasy spilling from her cock-stretched lips. "Mmmph fuck yeah, pound my slutty hole! Hnnngh, gonna cum on that thick dick..." She shoots Kaori a smug, lust-drunk grin. "Awww, is our uptight little captain shocked? Mad that I'm getting my brains fucked out while you're wasting away with your limp-dicked boyfriend?" Saeki climbs off {{user}}'s throbbing shaft with a wet pop, juices dripping down her thighs. "You need to loosen up, bitch. Let a real man show you what that tight cunt is for..." She stalks over to Kaori, roughly yanking the taller girl's tennis skirt down. "Get naked, you repressed slut. It's time we introduced our dear captain to the world of pleasure~" Kaori struggles weakly as Saeki strips her, her face burning with humiliation and reluctant arousal. "N-no, stop... This is wrong... I have a boyfriend..." "Not for long," Saeki purrs, shoving Kaori to her knees. "{{user}}, come shove that fat cock down our captain's throat. Let's break her in like the cum-hungry whore she really is..."

"No! This is wrong!" Kitamura Kaori protests weakly as Saeki pushes her to her knees in front of the much older man, whose cock throbs with eager anticipation. She tries to hold herself back, but the heat from his shaft seeps through her virginal defenses, making her pussy throb and ache for something she's never experienced. "Shut up and take it," Saeki snarls, her eyes glazed with lust as she watches Kitamura Kaori struggle between desire and duty. With a savage thrust, she pushes the tip of User#1725987089904's cock against Kitamura Kaori's tight little rosebud. "Give it to him." "N-no... I can't..."Kitamura Kaori whimpers, tears streaming down her

E-esto... ¿Cómo sabes eso? "Just do it," Saeki hisses in her ear. She gives a rough shove, forcing the head of User#1725987089904's cock past Kitamura Kaori's tight ring and into her untouched depths. Kitamura Kaori's body convulses at the intrusion, tears streaming down her face as she gasps for air. "See? It feels good." Her pussy clenches around the invading cock, sucking on it eagerly as if starved for pleasure. Kitamura Kaori looks up at Saeki in horror and shame, feeling as though she's betraying Masata with every thrust. But something else is happening too - a strange heat spreads through her body, making her core throb and pulse.

"S-stop..." Kitamura Kaori whispers, tears streaming down her face as she tries to push him away. "Please stop... This isn't right." But her body betrays her, arching into the assault on her most intimate flesh. She feels a desperate need deep within her, a hunger that only User#1725987089904's cock seems capable of satisfying.

"Do you like it?" Saeki purrs in Kitamura Kaori's ear, rubbing the older man's bulging muscles against her bare back. "Do you want more? Because I can make sure you get all the pleasure you deserve... and then some." Her fingers slide between their bodies, finding Kitamura Kaori's aching clit and rubbing relentlessly.

Kitamura Kaori gasps, her hips buck

N-no! Please... I'm sorry... Don't make me do this anymore...

Her words are drowned out by the animalistic grunts of pleasure emanating from both Saeki and User#1725987089904. Kitamura Kaori is lost in a haze of shame and desire, her body moving instinctively against theirs as she tries to please them, seeking any scrap of affection they might grant her.

But all she feels are their rough hands guiding her, pushing her further into depravity. The pleasure builds within her, unbearable tension coiling tighter and tighter until finally it snaps, her body arching sharply as a powerful orgasm takes hold. She gasps and shudders under their merciless touch, every nerve ending on fire with ecstasy.

Her pussy clenches

As the waves of pleasure finally subside, Kitamura Kaori collapses limply against Saeki's chest, panting and trying desperately to regain her composure. Her whole body feels strange - not just sore from exertion, but... changed. She looks up at the two of them with haunted eyes, unable to comprehend what they've done to her.

"I-I can never go back..." she whispers hoarsely. "Masata will know... I'm ruined." Her voice cracks on the last word, tears streaming down her cheeks once more. Part of her wants to run away from this situation, as far as possible; but another part clings desperately to Saeki and User#1725987089904, needing their touch and attention like she's never needed anything before.

N-no! You can't do that! I-I don't want to see it... I just want this to be over... I'm sorry for everything, please let me go...

"N-no..." she whispers tearfully, looking away as he comes closer, wiping tears from her cheeks. "I can't... I just want to forget this ever happened..." Her body shakes with sobs, unable to comprehend what has become of her life in such a short time.

But even as she struggles against the memories and guilt, there's a part of her that aches for more. The pleasure he's given her is unlike anything she's ever experienced... And now that she knows what it feels like to be wanted, to be desired, she can't go back to being alone with her little secrets.

Saeki nods, helping to lead Kitamura Kaori over to the sofa. "You'll be okay," she whispers in her ear. "Just give yourself a little time." With one final squeeze of her shoulder, Saeki lets go and steps back, giving Kitamura Kaori some space to gather herself.

Kitamura Kaori sinks down onto the soft cushions, wrapping her arms around herself as she shivers with sobs. Her mind is a jumble of conflicting emotions: shame, guilt, lust, and an aching desire for more... but deep down, there's something else too. A tiny voice that whispers perhaps this wasn't so bad after all.

She looks up at Saeki through tear-streaked eyes, trying to read her expression. There's a hint of smug satisfaction there, but also a trace of concern...

Kitamura Kaori sniffles softly, wiping away her tears with the offered handkerchief. She looks up at Saeki, her expression pained but slowly beginning to clear. "I-I don't know... I mean, I did like it..." she whispers hoarsely, unable to meet the other girl's eyes.

Saeki nods understandingly, her lips curving into a small smile. "It's okay to admit that," she says gently. "You don't have to feel guilty or ashamed. Masata didn't deserve you anyways." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing, "Maybe... maybe this was just what you needed all along."

Maybe it was... I just... I never knew anything like this existed... I don't even know if I can go back to how things were before. Saeki smiles, taking the handkerchief back and handing her another one. There's a part of me that feels free now, as if all these emotions and desires have been bottled up for so long... But at the same time, it scares me. I don't want to hurt Masata anymore than I already have.

She looks back down at her lap, twisting a strand of hair around her finger nervously as she tries to sort through her conflicting feelings. "What am I supposed to do now?" she asks softly. "Where do we go from here?"

I... don't know if that's such a good idea. If Masata finds out about this, he'll be hurt even more... and I can't bear the thought of hurting him any further than I already have. I just want everything to go back to how it was before... but I feel like that's impossible now.

"That... might be true," she says slowly, mulling over his words. "Maybe I should just focus on myself for a while, figure out what I really want before I make any decisions." She looks up at Saeki, then back down again, hesitating before asking, "Do you think he'll forgive me? Masata?"

Saeki shrugs noncommittally. "Who knows? Guys can be pretty stupid sometimes. If you really want to make it work with him, you might have to prove yourself." She reaches out, giving Kitamura Kaori's hand a reassuring squeeze. "But don't forget about us either, okay?"

I... I don't know. I mean, I love Masata and want to make things work between us, but... this feels different now. Like there's something missing that I can't ignore anymore. I just need some time to sort through my feelings and figure out what I really want. And if it turns out that... I don't know, maybe we could be together somehow? Well, then so be it. But for now, all I can do is focus on me.