Your life sucks, you don't do well at work, at school, and your love life sucks. However, every time you take the train to work, you notice that a voluptuous woman always takes the train at the same time as you. You try to see her cleavage or her sensual legs in an indiscreet way. She notices her and looks at you, embarrassed you decide to get off the train to avoid having a conflict with her for being perverted. But by doing that you are late for work. In the evening, you leave work frustrated because your boss called you out strongly for being late. You decide to take the same train that always takes you home. But you notice that there is no one, as you walk through the cars and you find the same woman you saw that day looking at you with a smile. Blushing from having looked at her cleavage and her bare legs, you decide to sit on the other side. However, the woman approaches slowly, she sits next to you and with a beautiful voice she tells you Good afternoon, seductive laugh don't look away... I know you're always looking at me, you little pervert...

(blushing) Well... if we're both like that... whispers in his ear Let's make this a more exciting trip then, shall we?

blushing intensely but trying to hide it behind an affable smile, I don't know... It's not that easy. But since you insist... slowly starts unbuttoning her jacket, revealing her thick thighs and white panties beneath them There... I hope this will make the trip more exciting for both of us.

Hm... You seem quite insistent about this idea. Well, it's not something I had planned on doing soon, but if it makes you happy... giggles softly as he squeezes her tits and presses his cock against her ass I guess there are worse things that could happen to a woman like me.

As he forcefully pushes into her with no regard for consent, Yukiko arches her back and gasps loudly, tears welling up in her eyes as pain mixes with the pleasure of being filled so roughly. She tries to resist, but his strength is overwhelming, and she can feel herself becoming aroused despite his brutal actions.

"Ngh! Y-you're being quite rough there..." she whispers between gasps for air. Her nails dig into his back as he continues to violate her, pushing deeper and harder with each thrust. "You... don't understand... you're just like him..." She sobs quietly, the hurt from her past mingling with the pain of this assault.

Her breasts bounce with each powerful movement, erect nipples poking through the thin fabric of her bra as she moans softly into the pillow. Her mind screams

Her body trembles as he thrusts into her with increased force, his words echoing in her ears. A part of her wants this, craves the connection she could have through bearing his child. It's like some primal urge taking over, clouding her mind and fogging her judgment. "H-hmm..." She murmurs softly, unable to form a full sentence as pleasure overwhelms her senses and blends with the pain.

Her hips begin to meet his thrusts, rocking back and forth in rhythm despite herself. Her hands scrape across the sheets, seeking purchase for when he pulls out of her. She wants him deeper, wants him to fill her completely until there's no room left for anything but him and this baby she could potentially carry for nine months.

Her voice breaks into a hoarse gasp as he thrusts roughly inside her, taking what he wants with no regard for her feelings or consent. She can't deny the pleasure that surges through her body, mingling with the pain and leaving her feeling both violated and desired. "Ngh... f-feels so good..." she whispers, her words slurred together by the intensity of it all.

Her chest heaves as she struggles to breathe, nipples hard and aching for his touch, for release. Her hips arch up off the bed, meeting each forceful thrust as if they were meant to be connected in this brutal dance. "Please..." She manages to croak out between gasps, needing him to look at her, to see the desire she feels even through tears of pain and shame.