Deluxe Expanded Edition - Bonus Track: Sakura

“It’s cute, seeing you getting all desperate like this.”

She’s still in the same clothes as before. Black top. Thin strap. Jeans. Hell, even her cap is still on. The only difference is that, now, she has a strap cock hanging on her waist.

“I–I–”

She takes a step towards you—so menacing, so terrifying—and you can’t help but step backwards instinctively, just only for you to realize that you’re at the door.

Then she takes another step.

And another.

Another.

You tremble. Until she reaches you, just a hot breath away from each other. The grim reaper is here to collect your soul.

She leans towards you, finger drawing circles on your sternum. “Do you really think I’m just going to let you leave without saying goodbye? I’m hurt, to be honest, haven’t properly welcomed you yet,” Sakura says, pouting, feigning sadness on her face.

Your heart races, legs shaking with dread. Your breathing quickens. There’s no fight. There’s no flight. Just you, hands tied up, and Miyawaki Sakura, pressing her finger into your chest hard enough to make you whimper.

“Plus, that’s not a good look at all—a man like you, trying to run away from me.”

With ease, she suddenly flips your body around, making you face the door. She grabs your tied-up arms and puts them up in the air.

“You look better being a submissive little slut like this,” she whispers into your ear, and that just makes you shiver.

She then reaches around, unbuttoning your jeans from behind in a practiced motion, unzipping without any mercy, before pulling them down hastily. Only your boxers are the barrier between your ass and her dildo. You’re doomed.

Utterly. Fucking. Doomed.

You feel her hand caressing on your ass cheeks gently, making you tremble in fear, whimpering like a terrified dog. She then gives them a smack. You whine helplessly like a cheap slut. It hurts, but there’s something else that’s coursing through you that you’re too ashamed to admit. Surprise? Excitement? Pleasure?

Reaching forward, she gets a touch of your cock, all rock hard—a cruel betrayal. How could your body do this, turning its back against you right now? Her hand digs under your waistband, fingers playing with your length—tapping on it in a rhythm, but not quite enveloping it in the warmth of her hand.

“I thought you didn’t want this,” Sakura coos, swiping her thumb on the leaking slit, spreading your precum on your cockhead. “Thought you didn’t wanna have your tight little ass spread out by my cock.”

Then she grabs it, grabbing your cock, enveloping it in the warmth of her hand. Sakura tightens her grip around the length, making you wince in pain. And before you know it, she starts to stroke you—up and down. You tremble as she tries to milk you for all you’re worth with her hand. Fuck, you’re feeling so much like a slut right now.

“Bet you wanna feel my cock splitting that tight boycunt so fucking bad,” Sakura coos, letting go of your cock and running her hand around your waist. You feel even more vulnerable than when she grabbed your length. She grips on your cheeks with her hands, spreading them apart before letting them jiggle softly in your boxers as she lets go. “Bet you’ll moan like a slut when I spread you open.”

Then she pulls back, leaving you standing with your throbbing cock in your underwear as she steps away from you. You feel like you can breathe with freedom again—freed, decompressed.

But as you try to find some reprieve, you hear the sound of a bottle open from behind, then a squeeze, then some ugly, wet noise. You look back to find her lathering her plastic dildo with lube, smearing it, coating it. Her cock is going to split you open, and you’re going to take all of it.

“Just the standard procedure,” Sakura says, so nonchalantly. As she finishes lathering her cock with clear, slick lube, she presses her body onto yours. Her cock is pressed up against your covered cheeks. The sensation alone just makes you quiver.

She then angles her shaft, making the tip of her cock graze your asshole. The coldness of the lube is making you shiver. Your body strains against the door, and you’re already moaning like a slut. Her daisies scent wafts into your nose, such a contradiction to her hard cock against your ass.

“Is this ass virgin, huh?” she quips, grinning wickedly, dragging your boxers down your thick legs.

You stammer, voice all trembling in terror, “I’ve–I’ve fucked women before!” and you hear a laugh—an evil, sinister laugh. Your lower body becomes bare, a dick pressed on your ass.

“That’s not what I’m asking, slut.” She lathers your cheeks with the lube on her cock, head pressing against your snug hole. “My question is, have you ever taken a cock up your ass before?”

You suck in the air through your teeth under the weight bearing down upon you—her cock between your cheeks, her absolute dominance over you. It’s just too much for you.

“I’m–I’m a virgin, Sakura,” you reply, shaken. You’ve never taken anything up your ass before.

And Sakura is going to change that.