When We're Alone

“Wait.” Sakura tugs on your wrist. “Do you hear that?”

Staying still for a few moments, you close your eyes and focus only on what you can hear. There’s a gentle breeze that flows through the park and gets caught up in the bushes and rustles the leaves. It takes several moments of straining your ears before you pick up another sound—something distant, a young bird’s squawk. Though that’s nothing out of the ordinary, so you tell her, “No, what is it?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Exactly, it’s so quiet here,” Sakura tells you in her softest tones, so as not to disturb the peace. “I like it a lot. I feel comfortable. At ease. Alone with you, finally.”

It brings a soft smile to your lips as she speaks so affectionately under the setting autumn sun. You glance over at the horizon, where the glowing blue sky mixes with the lighter shades of the setting sun and mellows into something soft and beautiful. If it isn’t an artist’s dream, then nothing else is. She is right, too. Time alone like this is at such a premium that even a few minutes away from the rest of the group, her fans, and the horde of other staff members are truly precious.

Sakura looks as though she is biting her tongue, and eventually, she tells you, “I don’t think I can go much longer without kissing you.”

At that, she simply makes your heart race. Her small, smooth hand still holding yours as she shifts to position herself closer to you, the scent of her perfume fills you up in the most heavenly of ways as she presses her chest up against yours. Before you have the time to say something in response, her free arm wraps around the back of your neck and her lips connect with yours. They are supple, warm and perfect, and her touch sends shivers all through your body, which now moves as if magnetised to her—your hand so naturally slides onto her waist to draw her closer to you, and you reciprocate the kiss with rising heat and vigour.

You spend a few seconds like this, kissing your girlfriend in secret. Sakura caresses your neck as you both melt together like candle wax and let the weight of the world slip off your shoulders. She breaks the kiss and then the silence once again, “There really is nobody around…”

“Nobody around to stop you and I making out like that,” you point out with the faintest smug grin on your face.

Sakura rests her palm flatly against your chest and bites her bottom lip as a coquettish glint flashes in those gemstone irises of hers. “Times like this, we might as well make the most of it, huh? And since I have you here now, and the feeling isn’t going away…”

Alone together, hidden away, under the shade of a tree, it’s as if nothing else in the world matters at that moment. Sakura plants her knees against the grass below, maintaining eye contact the whole time, and uses both hands now to slowly pull apart the knot at the top of her shirt and slip it loose. Soon enough it becomes clear what Sakura’s intentions are, as she works at your zipper with her dainty fingers. Your gaze travels to that delicate neckline of hers, framed so exquisitely by a few loose strands of fair hair which lay against her porcelain skin, and the edge of a plain white brassiere which peeks out above the falling shirt.

“Here? Now? Kkura…”

“I want it. I want you, right now. Besides… isn’t there something sexy about this?” Sakura flashes you another quick grin before shifting her hand into your pants. Her touch is tender and sends a rush of chills through every vein in your body as she grips the tip of your cock with two slender digits. “It’s been weeks and I’ll be quick about it, promise.”

She has all the look of an eager kitten about her, and she already has your cock hardening and sensitive between her fingertips, but you can’t just do it out here in public. “Sakura, wait a moment… somebody could pass through the area. A jogger, somebody walking their dog, or maybe even—”

She purses her lips and takes you into them with the finesse only she can exhibit. The silken wet warmth which enwraps the crown of your erection as it passes into her mouth and across her tongue causes every rational thought and inhibition to come crashing down around you. There’s only the feeling of Sakura, the way her touch leaves a pleasant sting against your skin, the way she goes so enthusiastically at sucking your cock as if it was candy, and that angelic expression which always drives you wild as the cock in her throat causes her eyes to water.

“Jesus, Kkura.” You let out a weak, shallow gasp, which only excites the petite idol further. Her fingernails dig into your legs as she works at sucking you faster and harder. She’s stroking you at the base and licking you at the tip, letting the occasional whine leave her throat. “You’re too good at this.”

She pulls back with a kiss on your tip, now rubbing your whole length inside her fist, “If I’m so good, then surely, you don’t want me to stop, do you?” Sakura flashes that irresistible smile of hers again. “Not until you cum in my throat, just like last time.”

And she’s so perfectly right while doing something so unbelievably wrong. You’re soon to realise that the only way out of this dangerous situation is to finish in her, the consequences be damned. You’d be an idiot to waste the opportunity.

“You’re so bad,” you whisper down to your girlfriend.

“Only for you,” Sakura says before enveloping her mouth around your cock once more. This time, though, she makes no delay in the rhythmic sucking. Her hand joins with her lips as her head moves to and fro, swallowing you whole as she stares deep into your soul with those enticing eyes of hers, full of lust, admiration and complete infatuation. It feels amazing, better than ever, as the sensation of an orgasm comes closer.

“Ah, fuck,” you let out quietly as her sucking grows tighter. She must have sensed how close you are because her movement speeds up once more. The sounds become vulgar as her wet lips run against your bare skin, and she’s not making any attempt to hide how loudly she’s enjoying sucking your cock. But you can barely keep your thoughts together any longer—

“Fuck, Kkura,” you gasp as she sinks right against you, pushing her nose against your stomach, and your tip pushes against the tightness of her throat. That’s enough to finish you.

Sakura hums a content tone while milking your cock dry, still jerking at the base as you spill hot cum into her. She swirls her tongue around and around to collect everything you give her while wearing an absolutely delighted expression. Even after the sensation begins to fade away, she keeps sucking, as if she’s determined to make sure you’re totally drained. Eventually, though, she slows to a halt, pulls her lips away from you and raises to your eye level once again. “Mmh, sorry,” Sakura purrs, wiping a stray tear away from her eye, “I just love making you cum in my throat. And today, well, I really didn’t want to miss a single drop.”

“What the hell was that?” you ask, while buckling up your trousers and while Sakura is refitting her shirt over her shoulders.

“That was a reminder. A reminder of how good I can be for your pleasure. I don’t know how you can stand that same old routine, going weeks without touching me, without being tempted to bend me over, or push me against a wall, or something.”

“I think about it more than you know.”

“Do you, now?” Sakura’s cheeks turn rosy. “All the time? Maybe you should just start using me then. Take me whenever you want to.”

“Kkura, I can’t just do that.”

Sakura takes hold of the collar of your shirt, pulling herself against you, letting a deep, confident moan roll off her tongue, “Yes you can. I want you to. Just imagine me at your mercy. Me getting so wet at the mere sight of you, without you needing to move a finger, just because I know that at any moment, as soon as we’re alone, you could just take me and satisfy yourself.”

Your body, like it knows your filthy thoughts, reacts accordingly. Your cock throbs back to life and twitches as you recall the last few moments of watching her kneeling below you. You think of all the possibilities that you will face. All the ways that you will just pull her aside and fuck her without inhibition.

“Oh,” Sakura giggles and gasps, feeling it press against her. “Someone’s up for it. What a shame we have somewhere to be. Because you know,” she brings herself into a sultry whisper as she runs her hand through your hair, “I would do anything for you. Anything.” She punctuates each syllable when she repeats it. “Anything.”

Then like the flick of the switch, Sakura goes back to a sweet and innocent smile, pulling your hand in the encouragement of continuing your walk as if nothing happened. As if your head isn’t fucking spinning from the words she just said. Mind spiralling into every possible kink and fantasy she may let you indulge in.

***

It took Sakura all of five minutes to convince you that on her day off you should take her for some fast food. See, all the dieticians in the world couldn’t have warned her off of her craving that morning, so as soon as the manager said she was free to go, she was hounding you to take her. Of course, it was inevitable that you would end up here, sitting across from one another in the restaurant.

“You know, we’ve never really had a real date. You know, fancy restaurant, wine, candlelit dinner.”

You reply with a laugh and then recall a memory, “There was that one time when we tried to have a real first date, and then you got recognised and we had to do the whole fake vlog thing and I had to pretend to be just your manager. Guess that doesn’t really count. Or at least it was very quickly cut short.”

“Definitely didn’t count! Even if we did end up back in a hotel room, I had to spend the whole ‘date’ pretending to talk into a camera until those fans left.” Sakura leans across and reaches for your hand. “It’s kind of funny, the lengths we have to go to get some alone time, isn’t it? ”

It’s been about ten minutes since you both finished eating, now you’re just sharing a pair of milkshakes, hers, strawberry and yours, vanilla.

“Good thing about being outside of Korea, not so many people will recognise me,” Sakura adds, leaning back again to prop her feet up on the empty chair beside you.

She looks good, casually dressed with a white oversized jacket on top of a black-on-black, tank-top cargo-pants combo. With her face devoid of make-up, just a faint lipstick tint on her plump pink lips, she has that perfectly messy 'messy’ and wind-blown, natural wavy hair thing going on.

And there’s a thought that creeps into your mind. Just sneaks in around the back and by the time it makes itself known, it’s already deep in your mind. Just a few days ago, Sakura told you that anytime, anywhere, anyhow you could just have her. Use her. Make her yours. Fuck.

“What are you thinking about? Your eyes are all glaze-y,” Sakura asks, cocking an eyebrow.

You say nothing but put a hand on her leg, giving it a gentle squeeze. Sakura giggles, shakes her head, and flashes a wry smile.

You stand up and extend your arm outwards, offering your hand, “Come on.”

Sakura looks back and forth between you and her drink and back again, a befuddled smile and look in her eye. “What’s up?”

You reach down and take her hand without saying a word, encouraging her to slide off her seat. She follows and remains silent, asking questions with her expression, and following you without hesitation. You’re headed straight to the bathroom, and your girlfriend still has no idea where you’re going or why.

The disabled one is unlocked, good. With a twist of the lock and click of the handle, the two of you are locked in together, and then it starts to click in her mind. Especially when you turn her around and push her against the door. Her pupils are big and her breathing gets heavier, and more uneven, her face heating up under her rosy cheeks.

“Oh, god,” Sakura whispers.

She stays there, flush against the door and allows you to have your way with her body. You pull the jacket from her shoulders and pile it on the floor before tracing your fingers down her spine and over her ass, groping her as you continue to search her figure. She breathes fast, impatient and greedy as you hook your hands on the waistband of her pants and tug them off along with her underwear, exposing her little, pert ass.

You force Sakura against the door and tilt her hips upwards, manipulating her as though she’s just property to be used, but then that’s what she wants. Her beautiful skin shines in the incandescent light of the bathroom, you admire it as you pull your cock free from the restrictions of your pants, and then push it against her folds to feel the sweet warmth and wetness. Sakura gasps, “What are you… not in here… fuck.”

“This is exactly what you wanted.”

“But someone could—”

Her complaints end when you take the plunge. That alone drives an audible hiss from Sakura. As your shaft slowly penetrates her, you drive further and further as the tension in her body eases and the warm insides of her pussy invite you inside. When you bottom out against Sakura’s plush butt, you tease her further by withdrawing inch by inch until just the head is still inside of her. The temptation to dive straight back in becomes too great as you seize her waist and hold her in place as you take her.

She’s left powerless, only able to submit and let the sounds flow freely. Her cute, soft gasps grow louder and higher with each and every thrust and before you know it, you’re fucking Sakura hard, and you’re fucking her deep. You’ve gone full throttle without an ounce of self-doubt. No, because you want this. You need it. And she’s happy to just lean forward and take it, throwing a hand over her mouth to try and muffle her moans.

“I can’t keep it down, uh— I can’t believe you’re doing this.” Sakura breathes the words heavily. Neither can you, to be honest. Here she is, almost in tears of joy, whimpering with pure and unrestrained lust. Everything Sakura gives you spurs you on with even more enthusiasm.

You stuff three fingers into her mouth, and the surprise, yet instant compliance of your girlfriend turns you on all the more. Sakura sucks on them dutifully, desperately trying to restrain the volume of her groaning and keening. She closes her eyes and her brow knots tightly. That’s your tell that she’s getting close but you won’t stop fucking her until you’re good and satisfied, she could struggle as much as she pleases, but she won’t leave unless you’re done.

And with Sakura starting to quiver under you, you’ve made your decision that it won’t be a second too late. You quicken the pace, ploughing in as roughly and violently as her slender frame will let you. All you’re thinking about is reaching your climax as you see Sakura’s eyes roll back, and the feeling that rises inside you cannot be fought off any longer. So you ride the tide, letting that primal instinct guide your hips with reckless, animalistic abandon, holding your cock deep inside your lover.

Sakura is quivering and clenching and tightening as you keep spilling more and more of yourself inside. She cums in a subdued cry, stifled by your fingers, and the juices that run down her legs must be enough to confirm how thoroughly you just stuffed her. A lewd and blissful smile of satisfaction spreads over her beautiful face and you watch a tear trickle over the curve of her cheek.

Gently and slowly, you begin to remove yourself. And when that’s done, when your job is complete, you tuck yourself away and kiss your girlfriend on the forehead. “Good girl. Now pull up those trousers and go get in the car, we don’t want to be late.”

Sakura gulps, then pushes her body off the door, and exhales a satisfied sigh. “That was… amazing, and I’m so full. Don’t ever stop doing this, please.” She takes a long, slow breath as she pulls up her trousers, a little bit uneasy with her footing. “I can feel it running down my thigh, did you have to cum so much?”

“For you, yes.”

***

“Can I get either of you a drink?” The manager of Chrome Hearts asks just as he’s about to step out of his office.

“No, thank you, we will be okay, yes?” Sakura nods, smiling at you. “We can wait thirty minutes.”

“Great, sorry again, but I’ll be back right after I sort this.”

“Take your time,” you tell him as he closes the door.

Sakura sits on the couch, with her bare feet up on the leather, leaving her Crocs on the floor. The long white overshirt hides most of today’s rather revealing clothes. She picks up her phone and continues scrolling aimlessly, looking quite content, even while she asks you, “Must be important for him to walk out in the middle of a sales pitch. Weren’t we the priority here?”

“Well, maybe we can get him to throw in this wacky ass couch with the logo on to say sorry for wasting our time.”

“Good idea,” Sakura laughs. “I could put it in the apartment.”

“Isn’t it kind of.. tacky?”

“You think everything is tacky.”

“So you would really put this in your apartment?” you ask.

Sakura looks at you and is clearly holding in her laughter. “No. No, I would not.” The laughs you and her share are almost immediate, and then Sakura lifts her feet in the air and says, “It’s comfy though, sit down.”

“Sure,” you say and when you do, Sakura rest her feet on your lap. Without so much a second thought, you put a hand on her calves. It’s oddly comfortable, or maybe that’s an excuse to touch Sakura. It doesn’t matter. Not when you feel so at ease together, and able to enjoy being idle like this. Sakura smiles and returns her attention to her phone. The both of you remain quiet for a while, with Sakura turning her phone in her hand to play a game.

Boredom lets your mind wander. Looking around the room at nothing in particular, you find yourself in a playful mood. Bored, but you have the best entertainment right in front of you—your girlfriend. It’s not like she’s the most ticklish, but a gentle couple of fingertips on the sole of her feet has her struggling to even hold her phone up without dropping it in laughter.

“Stop stop stop!” Sakura whines, trying to pull her legs away. She slips from your hand and she pulls her knees to her chest.

“Hey, give me them back. I’m not done.”

“What do you want my feet for, perv?”

“Well I’m bored and all you’re doing is playing on your phone. Do you want me to touch something else? Fine.”

“Who said I want anything touched,” Sakura turns her chin up. You catch a glimpse of the amused glint in her eyes as she maintains a solid facade of disinterest. She goes right back to tapping on her screen without hesitation.

“Kkura, come on.” Your tone is a little stern but that’s more than intentional to see how she’ll react.

She gives you a puzzled stare, curious. “Okay,” Sakura mutters as she unfurls her legs and rests her feet in your lap, and then she lets the slightest of smirks form on her lips, and she makes no further attempts to hide how entertained she is. “Do whatever you want.”

Sakura lets you rub your fingers into the sole of her foot. First a little light, circular rubbing around her ankle and foot, and then down onto the soft spot by her heel, slowly getting more forceful. “So, you think it’s strange to like your feet?”

“Hm,” her eyes dart to you and a thought occurs in her head. Her features begin to sharpen, and then relax. “I’d say, it’s a little… unconventional? But if you like me so much that you’re this desperate to get any part of my body,” her teasing gaze draws away. “It’s kind of cute.”

“Good.” You guide one of Sakura’s feet onto your crotch, just allowing her to press against it. She watches you with a fascinated curiosity as your dick stiffens through your shorts and lifts her foot upwards, keeping it gently pushed into your swelling hardness.

“Does my pretty foot get your cock this hard?” Sakura giggles with a flush of rose red to her cheeks, moving her toes along the outline of your length and gasps a sweet, satisfying moan. “Okay, this is kind of hot.”

You take her by the ankle and guide her into a sort of rhythm of pressing against the crotch and rocking the foot along your cock as best as she can. Watching Sakura shift her focus so quickly has a surprising erotic appeal. That and it seems like this is driving Sakura as wild as it is you, just by her heavy breaths and wide, intrigued eyes. Her knees squeeze together, and it’s easy enough to spot the quiver in her legs as she leans slightly forward and licks her bottom lip. She wants you too.

“That’s really hot,” she confesses. “Maybe later we could—”

“Not later. Now.”

Your assertiveness puts a shiver through Sakura, who stammers a moment for her reply, “Wait, what… now? Not here. Let’s wait and—”

“Anywhere. Anytime. Remember?”

She swallows nervously, but there’s that look in her eyes again. It burns ever brighter as you slip your shorts from your waist and pull your cock free. Sakura inhales a slow, silent breath, but makes no effort to stop or redirect. “But it’s just going to get mess—”

“Go on. Make me cum with your pretty feet, Sakura,” you interrupt again.

She gives a soft nod and plants the sole of her foot against your cock and pins it against your stomach. “Like this?” she asks as her delicate, well-manicured toes coil around the underside of your dick. “Like this?” she repeats, gripping tight as the movements of her foot grow faster.

“Oh, fuck…”

“Good?” She asks softly, taking your groaning and grunting as a sign to keep going. The feeling of her perfect skin working along the hard, aching flesh of your cock is perfection, like she was made to get you off with her pretty little foot. “Or maybe, harder, like this?”

Sakura presses her foot against your abs and rolls it back and forth. Your pre-cum glistens her toes, lubricating the motion to divine friction-free perfection.

“That— Yes, Kkura, just like that,” you pant, leaning back on the couch. Sakura puts her other foot at the base, against your balls, and rubs her toes over them too, and that feels all too fucking good. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Sakura doesn’t flinch or change what she’s doing at your compliment, she’s too focused. Biting her bottom lip in the cutest of concentrated grimaces while her cute nose and slender eyebrows curl adorably, Sakura takes to getting you off as she takes to most things, and that’s putting 110% of her body, heart and soul. So devoted, so driven, such an eager girl she is. You have the most gorgeous girl alive playing with her toes around the crown of your cock, and somehow that feels a lot lewder than simply just letting her suck you off.

“Should I use two feet?” she whispers.

“Fuck, yes,” you say with no shame or restraint and you turn to face her, cock poking into the air.

“Okay,” Sakura places the phone on the leather beside her, scoots forward with her legs in the air and then clamps both soles around your cock, sandwiching it between those beautiful feet of hers. There is only a fleeting moment of adjusting, and once it’s comfortable for her, Sakura takes hold of the shaft and resumes those blissful movements along the full length, letting her toes run along the tip and back. “Like this?”

It’s all a little awkward, it doesn’t have that same control as a handjob or blowjob, but it’s lewd and it feels fucking amazing, and you just can’t look away. Because this is actually happening, Sakura is working your shaft over with both her dainty, feet, curling her little white-painted toes around your shaft, tightening her grip, making every beat of blood pump harder and hotter.

She’s perfect, simply perfect, just like her touch.

Sakura leans in and spits onto your cock. There is a satisfying squelch, wetter and sloppier as her toes spread her warm saliva up and down. “Why is this so hot? I don’t understand. It’s making me so wet.”

It’s her lust for it, a hint of envy because she wishes it was her pussy coiling around your girth, or her mouth sinking it to the base, not a footjob, but simply the act of pleasuring her man does things to her. “Yeah?” you strain out, to encourage her to say more.

“The power, I guess, watching you lean back, losing yourself to my feet.” She grips tighter and her feet bounce faster along your cock. “I really want to ride you. Please, can I sit on your lap? My pussy’s throbbing so hard for you.”

You shake your head and she whines. She squeezes her feet tighter and drives the movement a little faster. The motion has become flawless, up and down along the head of your cock, you let the sensation flow as your eyes roll back and a loud gasp of a groan forces from your lips. It’s like this girl was made to pleasure you.

“You’re going to cum, aren’t you? I can see it, feel it. Oh my god. It’s hot, so hot. Please, please can you cum on my feet? I know that’s weird, but it’s so hot and I don’t think I’m gonna stop if you don’t, just hurry up and let it go. Cum on them, please cum. I want it.”

Your gut aches for release and your shaft pulses within your lover’s smooth embrace. You allow yourself to flow, allow the lust and instinct to control your body. Pleasure itself surges through your veins, like fire burning along the very wires and fibre that control and drive all that is you, until eventually, after a few more quick thrusts of your cock against Sakura’s feet, it becomes too much, and you can’t stand it another moment longer.

Then the surge explodes from you as ropes of semen shoot, but Sakura is ready for it, holding her toes on the tip to make sure it stays on her feet. You spill down both of her feet, covering them in your cum.

Sakura, awestruck and proud, watches as you stare dumbfounded at her, too drunk and in love with that ecstatic buzz rushing around your head. When it’s finally over and Sakura finally moves her feet off from your lap, your head falls back onto the sofa.

There are a few moments of silent, bated breath, you close your eyes briefly, and when you open them again, Sakura is using her fingers to collect your cum from her feet and put it into her mouth, holding some tissues in the other hand. Sakura moans, hums, and giggles as she cleans herself. You close your eyes again, and after a short while, Sakura starts licking at your cock, cleaning your sensitive parts at the same time. You pat the top of her head with approval. “Good girl.”

***

Sakura, for how much of a homebody she can be, has been pretty insistent on seeing all the pretty places she can while travelling, so walking some random street with her as the night sets in isn’t an unusual thing. There’s something satisfying and magical about wandering around the world without direction or intention, seeing the sights, discovering something new, and taking advantage of the opportunity.

She’s a couple of steps ahead of you, about to pose for a social media photo, making the most of an opportunity like any good idol should. And man does the moonlight suit her. She drops her denim jacket off one shoulder, and the indigo shade kisses the skin of her shoulder, midriff, legs and face like she was born to shine under a starry sky, and you feel compelled to admire her for as long as you’re given the chance.

“Hey, did you take the photo yet?” she eventually asks you.

“Sorry,” you mutter, refocusing. Sakura poses again. “Yes, sorry. One, two, three.”

She twists her body around a little, brushing a couple of fingers along her lips and presses her legs and chest out, fluttering her eyelashes to show those sultry gems hidden behind her lids. The shutter of the camera, the brief flash, and that should be a couple more seconds of her looking more stunning than she probably has any business doing.

“Did you get the shot?” Sakura asks.

“Perfect.” You walk forward and hold out the phone towards her for appraisal, waiting with a breath in the back of your throat.

Sakura stares at the image on your screen, at herself, a soft smile forms across her lips as she lets a quiet chuckle, “It’s nice.”

“Nice? Don’t be so humble.”

“Ah,” she shrugs, “well, I do like the lighting a lot. Let’s keep walking.”

You stroll for a little while, you’re still a few steps behind her, watching her long legs as she struts forward confidently, knowing exactly what the swing of her hips does to everyone who sees it—including you. You’re so focused on her that it feels like you’re the only two people in the whole city.

“I can feel you staring again.”

You bring your eyes back up, only to see her looking back, smiling playfully. “So? Who said I can’t check you out.”

She slows her step so that you can close the distance. When you’re a step away she takes your arm into hers. “Nobody said that. Checking me out is fine. If you weren’t, well, then we would have some problems.”

With her so close to you, you breathe deep in her heavenly aroma. It’s a pleasant floral fragrance but not overwhelming and not cheap—nothing overproduced or artificial, the real her shines through in everything. You’re walking arm in arm for a few step more until you turn her to the left, into a quiet alleyway behind a line of apartment buildings.

“Why are we going this way?” Sakura asks, “What, what are we…”

You find a back door, locked up tight, but enough of a cubby to slip inside and not be seen from the street. “Here.” You push her back against the door and instantly bring your lips into hers. There is no resistance from her body and her tongue quickly connects with yours. With your hands, you push up her light, knitted crop-top and her bra too, letting her perky nipples escape, immediately erect with the touch of the air, but even faster with you taking a hand to each. Sakura hums with a satisfied moan.

“What are we—?” she manages to speak.

“Here,” you reply, “Now.”

Her smile beams even in the dullness of the alleyway and her hand slides down to your lower back and she hooks a leg over your hip. She grinds herself against you, harder, pressing the cotton of her underwear up against your stiffening cock. “Are you sure?”

“No questions. I use you whenever, remember?” You roughly pull up her other leg, so you’re the only support for her slim body. Aggressive movements push up her skirt and force her panties to the side.

“Ah,” Sakura gasps.

“You’re always so wet,” you say as you’re pushing down your shorts to free your cock.

“I’m always horny, I just can’t help it.”

It makes it easy to enter her in one movement. As much as you know you should be gentle and warm her up, you’re horny too and you want to simply take her. After a few steady and rough motions, her legs squeeze tighter, pulling you in and she throws her arms around the back of your neck. Every slight, hushed whimper she makes excites you and urges you to pound her even rougher. She squeezes herself around you, then rocks her hips forward and back to massage your head and shaft. It’s exhilarating, exciting, and refreshing to do such a forbidden act.

The metal door clangs in its frame as you pound her against it. Harder. Faster. But it does nothing to muffle the melodious sounds coming from your girlfriend’s mouth. You find an intense rhythm that soon has her panting uncontrollably, “Oh, I’m so— fuck,” her voice rises in volume and pitch. “I can’t even hide it,” her soft lips caress your ear. “I love being used.”

You grope her chest roughly, pulling at her pink tips as you bring yourself all the way out and drive yourself to the hilt once again, deep and powerful into the vulnerable petite body of Sakura. Her climax comes, and she cries into your shoulder. Sakura’s nails dig into the nape of your neck. The warm sensation of her shuddering and the gush that flows over the head of your cock can only push you towards the brink.

Your final movement pushes deeper as you finish yourself completely inside, just what your lover desires from you. And just as it feels like Sakura is at her highest, there she is again, humming and whimpering a blissful tune, a hint of a smile forming from the corners of her lips as she allows the entire contents of your sack to flood her core. You keep fucking your load into her, even after she finishes.

After all, Sakura loves it and wants to savour every drop you give her, and you are happy to provide.

“So fucking… intense. Fast and dirty, I can’t breathe. I love it,” she pants between long kisses on your neck. You let Sakura’s feet touch the concrete ground and slip out, leaving it dripping from her entrance. A sense of satisfaction runs through you—It’s invigorating to have complete control and domination over an angel like Sakura, to turn her into nothing more than an animalistic mess.

You step back and Sakura follows you back into the middle of the alleyway. She pulls down both her skirt and her top, and looks almost as if nothing happened.

The locks of the metal door slide open, and just as light begins to spill from behind it, you take Kkura’s hand. Staring her in the eye, you say a single word: “Run.”