I’ve got Shirosaki Kyouka, that quiet, sexless wife, right here on my casting couch. She’s all nervous, blushing, but I know she’s hiding a legendary sensitivity. I start whispering dirty words in her ear, telling her she’s going to be my personal meat urinal, and I can see her panties getting soaked. Her husband’s at work, clueless, while I’m about to break her in.

I slide my hand up her skirt, and she gasps—her pussy is already dripping. I finger her slowly, watching her eyes roll back as I hit that spot. ‘You like that, don’t you, you filthy slut?’ She can’t even answer, just moans. I pull out my cock, thick and ready, and tease her entrance. ‘This is what you need, isn’t it? A real man to fill you up.’ She nods desperately, and I slam into her, no condom, just raw. Her husband never fucks her like this, I can tell.

I pound her relentlessly, whispering about how I’m going to pump my seed deep into her womb, make her pregnant with my bastard. She’s crying, cumming, completely broken. I feel her tighten around me and I explode inside her, filling her up. She’s just a used hole now, a creampied mess. I pull out and watch my cum drip out of her, knowing she’ll be carrying my child. Her sexless marriage is over; she’s mine now.