"I'm coming!" Sakura screamed again as her juices shot out of her slit, splashing Yasuo in the face.
Even though she had just climaxed, he didn't stop.
She was moaning nonstop like an actress in a porno.
"No! Nooo~! Ahhhn~!"
Her pussy was soaking both of them. The heat of their bodies was wrapping around each other. Their sweat was flickering onto each other's bodies.
Aided by his hands that didn't let go of her hips, she continued riding him even though she was extremely sensitive and each thrust felt like it had amplified the sensations by more than threefold.
Yasuo was underneath, admiring the view he was getting.
Her breasts weren't the largest he had seen, especially considering that he just been in bed with the massive Shinju not too long ago. But something about the way it bounced when she went up and down his pole, it aroused him greatly.
Sakura was a tall lady, taller than most, and had great proportions.
If he were to be standing as a third party watching the two people go to town on the bed, he could have mistaken her for an actress with how picturesque it was.
Even the way the sweat of her hair bounced off her looked like it belonged on an advertisement for some sports drink.
Sakura couldn't see herself, but she could tell that she was glowing.
If her friends could see her now, it would be the happiest she's looked in years.
The life that had disappeared for a while now — it had returned.
Plop! Pound! Kwehh!
"Ahngh~!"
Sakura had started this infidelity because of many reasons, but at that moment, none of them were even in her mind. Everything had disappeared up there.
The only thing that was there was the sensations that her vagina was going through, the feelings it was giving her, and the shape of his cock that was granting her these sensations she's never had before.
It was all she could feel.
It was all she could think about.
"You married ladies are always the biggest sluts, you know this?" Yasuo asked. "You're not the same as them, but many of the ones I've fucked have pent-up sexual frustration from the lack of sex from their husband and when I give them an outlet, they release so much that I drown in their juices."
For a second, Sakura was temporarily snapped out of her bliss as she was reminded that she wasn't the only lady whose Yasuo had made feel like this.
She was nothing special.
He didn't even want to go along with her at first.
She basically guilt-tripped him into fucking her.
But — fuck it. She didn't care.
"Am I a slut?" she asked, licking her lips as she pressed her hands on his thighs and used them as support to speed up the pace at which she was moving her hips up and down his pole.
Pound! Pound! POUND!
"All the evidence points to it, school president," he said. "Ahn~" he let out the smallest moan.
But that was more than enough to fuel Sakura.
It was the first moan she heard from him. It told her that he was also feeling good. Her pussy was making his cock feel good.
"Then I'll be a slut just for tonight. Just for your cock this one time," she said as she sped up even further.
She had never spoken dirty like this before. It was usually her husband who would repeat sexual insults and dirty talk he had watched from the videos he didn't even bother to hide from her.
"Yes, you married slut. Bounce just like that. Keep bouncing."
He closed his eyes and enjoyed just how wet and warm she was. Her walls felt so good wrapped around his member. And he could feel her getting tighter every second as if she was trying to actively squeeze out his load.
A minute passed and he reached up for her nipples. Grabbing them with his fingers, he gripped them hard and pulled them towards him.
Sakura was forced to lean forward, and although it was painful, it was also mixed with a blissfulness.
She moaned loudly as her face collapsed near his, her hips still shaking, pumping her married flower on him without rest.
'Fuck! If my husband had a dick like this, I would be able to tolerate his shitty family a little better. Fuck!'
Sakura was a little shocked to see her body suddenly flipped onto the mattress.
Yasuo was above her, his hands still on her breasts, his fingers on her nipples.
He then leaned forward and pressed his body onto hers, and every time he thrust forward, she nearly fainted.
'What's this?! It can feel even better?!'
"Ahhn~! Urghh~! Aghhn~!"
"You did a good job up there as a cowgirl, but it's my turn now. I'm going to bring you to Heaven for the next five hours or so."
'Five hours?!'
"Now, be a good little married slut and tell me that you're my slut," he whispered into her ear, his low and manly voice sending chills down her back.
Their eyes met. His eyes were on fire, and her eyes were rolling back and forth around her skull.
"I'm your slut," she barely managed to make out through her moans.
"Say it again," he said as he squeezed her tits so hard they almost popped.
"I'm your slut! I, Ogata Sakura, is Otsuka Yasuo's slut! His dirty married slut who is cheating on her husband! Eughnnn~!"
"Good," he said as he released her nipples, grabbed her legs and spread them wide open, pushing them all the way up by her head.
He began to plunge his cock even deeper inside her. Each time he reached the end of the hallway with a loud bang.
She was tall, but in that moment, she felt like a small girl. She felt like she was a little princess — a little princess that was being manhandled by an ogre.
"You said you should've chosen me in the past. Hah! As if you even had the option of choosing me. Who do you think you are?" he asked.
Plop! Pound! Plop!
"You're nothing but a dirty slut with nothing to her name. What about you is so special that I would pick you just because you chose me? No! I pick who I pick."
"I'm sorry!" she screamed. "Aughn~"
His enlarged rod was pumping in and out of her throbbing hole.
Her face was turning into a mess as his member felt so good that she was unable to think for more than a few seconds before the shocks erased everything that was up there.
"AHHHHN~!"