Yasuo could vaguely recall Sakura giving the speech during their high school graduation.
Her speech was perfect. It captured their youth, their struggles, the friendships made along the way, the pains, the ups, and the downs.
The speech made multiple students cry.
Yasuo may or may not have been yawning and daydreaming while the speech was being made.
But, at first, he did pay attention to Sakura's speech. He watched as her mouth moved, her lips opened, and words were exhaled into the microphone.
Those same lips that got people to cry were now on his cock.
"How is it?" she asked as she licked his glans.
"You're not that good at sucking dick."
"I can't help it. My broke and ugly husband has a small one. When he's not hard, it basically inverses inside and hides away like a snail. It's like trying to suck peanut butter through a straw."
Yasuo could really sense just how much she hated her husband.
He watched as she struggled to make work of his member and decided to help her out.
With a little bit of advice, she quickly improved, and his hardened rod was now inside her mouth. Her teeth did touch for a brief moment, but she understood the mistake she made without him saying anything and never did it again.
Perhaps Sakura was just being delusional because this was the first man whose cock she'd ever seen, let alone suck, but compared to her husband's, which stank and made her want to vomit, Yasuo's smelled fantastic and even tasted decent.
"Oh yeah. Just like that. Try to use your tongue more."
Yasuo closed his eyes as he enjoyed the fellatio that his former class president was giving him. It wasn't the best. It wasn't even average. But there was a certain charm to her lack of skills as well.
"Have you ever swallowed come before?" he asked.
His cock still in her mouth, she shook her head slightly.
"Want to try?" he asked.
She blinked twice, indicating that she did.
"Then I'll need your help."
He pulled his little soldier out of her mouth and picked her up. He placed her down on the bed with her head dangling off the mattress, her eyes up at the ceiling.
"Open wide," he said as he began inserting his rod. "Wider. Wider."
Slowly, her throat was getting filled more and more until even her throat was clogged.
'How am I supposed to breathe like this?!' Sakura screamed in her mind as she tried to push herself free, but to no avail as Yasuo stayed firm. She needed air.
"Relax. Breathe through your nose. Breathe… breathe…"
'I'm trying!'
Eventually, she found the technique and started calming down.
'How is this massive thing all the way inside of me? I didn't even know my mouth could fit all of this,' she thought.
He had forced his member all the way down her throat and was now about to thrust his hips and begin pounding it as if her mouth was a second vagina.
"Listen, I should warn you, once I really start getting into the mood, I'll begin to forget about your feelings. Even if you ask me to stop, I might not register it. And even if I do, I might ignore you. So… very last chance, do you want to change your mind?"
'No!'
She shook her head.
"If you say so."
The trigger in him was pulled.
Gugh! Gugh! Gugh!
Without warning or telling her what he was going to do, he fucking her throat ruthlessly, even going as far as squeezing it with his hands to make it tighter.
Sakura thought that she had learned how to breathe in this position, but once Yasuo began shoving his member in and out of her throat, the technique she had went out the window.
Her arms and legs started flailing around, trying to free herself, even hitting Yasuo in the stomach, but he didn't stop.
Yasuo had warned her.
Gugh! Gugh! Gugh!
In an attempt to find happiness in her miserable life, did Sakura perhaps bite more than she could chew?
She didn't have the answer at the moment, but for now, it was leaning towards the idea that maybe she did.
Sakura had no choice but to adapt. Yasuo wasn't going to stop.
You're smart, Sakura. Use that brain of yours in order to survive. Otherwise, you're going to pass out at any moment.
Eventually, she found a way, although she was still struggling to get enough oxygen for her brain to function at full strength.
He was so rough. He was so cruel. He was treating her like a Fleshlight rather than a human.
And yet, this was exactly what she had envisioned when she had invited him. This was a level of sex that her husband could never give her. His puny shrimp could never fill her up like this.
Slowly, as sparks lit up in her brain with each thrust, the pain in her jaw and throat began to transform into bliss.
It went from focusing on breathing to enjoying each spark that sent tingles throughout her body.
Her hands traveled down her body as Yasuo continued to pound relentlessly. She began to touch herself and found that she was so wet that for a second, she thought she had pissed on herself.
'No. This is how wet I'm supposed to be. I just never knew since my husband was so terrible that I was basically always dry.'