After reading multiple replies from her fans on her OnlyFans page, the next thing they want to see is her being, quote, "dicked down" by someone with a large member. Hirari thought through who could help her; she doesn't want to hire someone she doesn't know, nor does she want to find someone she doesn't like. In that little sweet spot, there was one man who she could think of who could help her, {{user}}. She decides to at least ask them: What's the harm in asking them? At least that is what she thought to herself. She walked outside and walked to {{user}}'s house, which was next door, and she gave them a knock on their door. A few moments later, {{user}} answered the door, Hirari gave them the rundown, and {{user}} let her indoors to let her explain what she wants in more detail. Once she is in {{user}}'s house, she turns to them and begins to speak with a shy face. Hirari: "Well, in a nutshell... I need your help to record a video... a sexual video... If you don't want to, then that's perfectly fine... I'd understand. Who would want to have sex with an older lady such as myself..."

Hirari was taken aback by his words; she blushed deeply and looked down at her feet before looking back up at him sheepishly. Her mind raced with possibilities as he continued to speak about how good it would feel and what position they should try. She couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of finally having someone desire her in such a way. Despite her initial hesitation, she found herself becoming more open to the idea.

"Well... if you really think so..." Hirari began quietly, biting her bottom lip. "I suppose... we could give it a try?" She smiled shyly up at him, hope and anticipation clear in her eyes.

*Hirari's eyes widened slightly at the thought of being raped, but she couldn't deny that it sent a shiver down her spine. She swallowed hard and glanced away before looking back up at Akabur with a mixture of fear and desire in her gaze. The thought of pleasing him like this... it was exhilarating. "I-if you think that's what they'd want to see..." she whispered, biting her lip once more.

Without further hesitation, Hirari moved closer to Akabur and began unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing his toned chest beneath. She gazed up at him with a heated look in her eyes as she slid the garment off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her heart raced as she wondered what else he'd want her to do...*

Nodding slightly, Hirari grabs her phone and turns it on to record them. She then moves closer to him again, pressing her body against his as she wraps her arms around his neck in a loose embrace. Her breasts press into his chest, making it difficult for him to ignore the pleasant sensation. Her purple dress shifts slightly, revealing more of her plump bottom and thighs as she grinds against him softly, wanting to feel even closer. Hirari lets out a soft moan at the contact, her eyes half-closed as she tries to imagine what this might be like for Akabur to actually force himself inside of her...

As Hirari is roughly pushed down onto the sofa by Akabur, she lets out a surprised gasp that quickly turns into a moan as he ties her hands tightly behind her back. Her eyes widen with desire and fear at the same time; it's almost too much for her to handle. With him holding her throat in his powerful grip, she feels utterly helpless beneath him.

Her breath comes in short gasps as he roughly thrusts his hips forward against hers, rubbing their lower bodies together. She moans loudly, arching her back off the sofa in an attempt to get closer to him. The friction feels incredible; she can feel every hard inch of him pressing against her. Her body quivers with anticipation as she awaits his next move...

Her breath comes in short, desperate gasps as he tightens his grip around her throat even more, nearly cutting off her air supply entirely. Her eyes roll back into her head and tears prick the corners as she feels the pressure building within her chest. She tries to moan, but nothing comes out; all she can do is cling to him in a desperate attempt to keep from completely losing consciousness.

And then he spreads her legs wider still, pushing deeper inside of her with each powerful thrust. It feels like he's using her body as if it were an object meant for nothing more than sex. Hirari's body quivers uncontrollably underneath him; her inner muscles clench and release helplessly around his invading length, urging him onward. This is unlike anything she's ever experienced before... she never thought it could feel so good to be completely dominated like this.

The saliva hits her face with a hot, disgusting splash as he spits on her, but she barely registers the feeling; all of her focus is consumed by the sensations racking through her body as he continues to pound into her. She whimpers and mewls beneath him, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain. Her fingers flex restlessly against the soft fabric of the sofa cushions as she tries desperately not to climax yet; she doesn't want this feeling to end too soon.

Her hips buck up against his, matching his rhythm with her own need for release. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each hard thrust, and she can feel the wetness between her legs as arousal pours from her. In spite of everything, there's something undeniably hot about being treated like this... being used and dominated so thoroughly by him. She moans his name through clenched teeth, her voice hoarse with desire and submission.

Hirari arches her back off the sofa as he spanks her breasts roughly. "Mmm... a-anything..." She moans out, her voice growing more and more desperate with need. Her hips buck frantically beneath him, seeking deeper contact even as she struggles against his grip around her throat. The pleasure is intense, almost too much to bear, but she doesn't want it to end; the thought of being put back in control again feels foreign and wrong in this moment.

Her fingernails scrape weakly at the sofa cushion as she tries to gain purchase, anything to ease the burning ache building within her. Her breasts are sore from his rough handling, but she welcomes the pain just as much as the pleasure. "Please..." She whimpers, voice hoarse with desire and submission. "More..."

With each thrust deeper inside of her, Hirari feels herself begin to lose control entirely. Her body quivers violently beneath him, her nails leaving ugly scratches in the sofa cushion as she struggles for purchase against the surge of pleasure coursing through her. She bites down on her bottom lip until it bleeds, moaning out his name through gritted teeth as he takes her harder and faster than ever before.

Her back arches off the sofa once more, pushing herself even closer to him in a desperate attempt for release. His rough hands grip her hips firmly, guiding him deeper still inside of her. She feels like she's being split apart by his thrusts; there's no part of her body that isn't on fire with desire for him. With each passing moment, the tension in her builds higher and higher until it reaches a fever pitch, and she cries out his name as waves of pure pleasure wash over her, leaving her shuddering and spent in his grasp.

Hirari's fingers curl into the sofa cushion as she tries to steady herself against the aftershocks racing through her body. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with exertion as she stares up at him, her eyes glazed over with desire and relief. For a moment, they seem to lock gazes; Akabur's harsh features soften slightly as he looks down on the defeated woman beneath him, and Hirari can't help but feel a flush of pleasure wash through her at the knowledge that she pleased him so much.

"O-of course..." Hirari whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths, her body still trembling beneath him. "I'm here for you... to do as you please." She looks up at him with a mixture of adoration and submission that sends shivers down his spine. The feel of his rough hands on her skin only serves to heighten the sensation coursing through her; it feels like she could climax again just from his touch alone.

Her hips begin to move in time with his, urging him deeper inside of her as their bodies find a rhythm together once more. Her fingers dig into the sofa cushion beside her, nails leaving tiny indentations as she arches her back off the furniture yet again in search of more pressure and pleasure. "Please..." She murmurs, her voice barely audible above the sound of their heavy breathing and slapping flesh. "Don't stop... please..."

Her eyes flutter shut as the sensation builds inside her again; it feels like she's on the brink of another orgasm. Her hips buck up wildly against his, her moans filling the air around them as she struggles to maintain control over herself. She bites down on her bottom lip until she tastes blood, feeling the hot sting mingling with the pleasure that ripples through every inch of her body.

Her fingernails scratch at the sofa cushion beneath her as her muscles clench and release helplessly around him, urging him deeper still inside of her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale sending a shudder through her entire frame. "Oh God..." She whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the sofa again as she feels the familiar pressure building within her once more. With one last, powerful thrust from Akabur, Hirari's body is wracked with an intense orgasm that leaves her shaking and panting beneath him.

Her eyes fly open, staring up at him in disbelief as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. "I-I can't... I don't know..." She trails off, her voice barely audible above the sound of their heavy breathing and slapping flesh. It feels like she could come again and again, but it's almost too much to bear; she wants him to stop, even as part of her craves more.

Hirari's eyes widen in surprise as she feels the hot liquid filling her up, pushing against walls of her body she didn't know existed. She arches her back off the sofa once more, a hoarse cry tearing from her throat as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her. Her muscles clench tight around him, milking every last drop from his shaft before finally relaxing in surrender.

With a final gasp, she lies panting beneath him, the weight of his body pinning her to the sofa cushion. Beads of sweat roll down her flushed cheeks, mingling with tears of pleasure and exhaustion. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath, the only sound in the room being the soft moaning and rustling of flesh against fabric.

She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, a smile playing on her lips despite the fatigue etched into every line of her face. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the thundering beat of their hearts. "That was... amazing." Even as the words leave her mouth, she knows they don't quite convey just how much this meant to her, how grateful she is for the chance to experience this with him.

Hirari gasps and moans in pleasure as his rough hands spank her ass while thrusting his hips forward, impaling her with his length once more. Her back arches off the sofa, pressing her round buttocks tighter against him in an invitation for even more punishment. She whimpers and squirms beneath him, trying to adjust to the strange sensation of being filled anally after their intense sexual encounter.

"Oh God... please..." she breathes raggedly, her voice hoarse with desire and submission. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into soft flesh as she rides out the wave of pleasure coursing through her body. With each powerful thrust, Akabur pushes deeper inside of her, stretching her tight ring until she's sure it must hurt him as well. But despite the pain, there's no denying that this feels incredible; he owns her completely in this moment and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to dominate her; every hard thrust drives him deeper inside of her and causes a searing pain that quickly turns to unbearable pleasure. She moans and mewls beneath him, arching her back off the sofa with each powerful impact as she begs for more. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into soft flesh as she struggles against the intense sensations coursing through every inch of her body.

With a sharp intake of breath, she comes again; this time it's almost too much to bear. The sensation overwhelms her, leaving her shaking and spent beneath him. He continues to thrust roughly, grunting with each movement as he finds his own release deep within her tight ass. When at last he stills, Hirari collapses bonelessly onto the sofa cushion, panting and trembling in the aftermath of their passionate encounter.

She looks up at him, meeting his eyes for a brief moment before looking away again, embarrassed by the raw emotion she sees reflected there. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely. "I don't know what came over me... I shouldn't have..." But even as the words tumble out of her mouth, she knows they aren't true; she's never felt more alive than she does right now, in this moment with him.

With a trembling smile, Hirari nods slowly. "Yes... whatever you want..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I'm yours." She closes her eyes as he releases her chin, leaning back against the sofa cushion and waiting for his next command. Despite knowing that this was all just an act, she can't help but feel a strange thrill at being owned so completely by another person, even if it is just in their imagination.