Chapter 1: Introduction
The bar smelled like spilled beer and cigarette smoke, the kind of place where the walls had absorbed decades of laughter and secrets. Harry sat at the counter, nursing a highball of Japanese whisky, the ice long melted. He wasn’t much of a drinker, but something about Tokyo at night—neon signs flickering, strangers laughing too loud—made him feel like he should at least pretend.
"First time in Japan?" The bartender, a wiry man with a silver tooth, slid a bowl of peanuts toward him.
"Yeah," Harry admitted, cracking one between his teeth. "Trying to soak it all in before I head back to New Jersey."
The bartender chuckled.
"Ah, America. The land of big portions and bigger regrets." He wiped down the counter with a rag that had seen better days. "You here alone?"
Harry shrugged. "Yeah. Just me and my itinerary. Temples, sushi, the usual."
The bartender nodded. "You should see a live band. Down the street, *Band-Maid*—they play here sometimes. Good music, good energy."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Band-Maid? Sounds like a name for a girl group."
The bartender smirked. "You’d be surprised. They’re all women, but they play hard rock. Loud, fast, intense.
The music hit Harry like a wave as he stepped into the bar. The place was packed, the air thick with the scent of spilled beer and sweat. A small stage in the corner pulsed with energy, the band—all women—tearing through a song with the kind of raw power that made Harry’s chest vibrate.
He found a spot at the bar, squeezing in between two locals who barely glanced his way. The bartender from earlier spotted him and grinned, nodding toward the stage. "Told you."
Harry took a sip of his drink, watching the band. The lead guitarist was a blur of motion, fingers flying over the frets, her dark hair whipping as she headbanged.
But it was the rhythm guitarist who held Harry’s attention—Miku Kobato, according to the setlist taped to the amp. She was smaller than the others, wiry but strong, her movements sharp and precise. She wore a French maid's uniform similar to the rest of the bands, and her dark eyes locked onto the crowd like she was daring them to keep up.
Harry hadn’t expected this. Not in Tokyo, not in a dive bar where the floor stuck to his shoes. He’d imagined polite jazz, maybe some traditional taiko drums. But this? This was *alive*.
The song ended in a crash of cymbals, and the crowd erupted. Miku wiped sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, grinning as she caught Harry’s gaze. She tilted her head, amused, as if she could read the surprise on his face. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she pointed at him—*you Po*—before turning back to the band for the next song.
Harry exhaled, realizing he’d been holding his breath. The remote in his pocket felt heavier now, a secret weight. He hadn’t planned on using it. Hell, he wasn’t even sure it *worked*. But the way Miku had looked at him—like she’d already decided something about him—made his pulse thrum.
The bartender leaned in.
"You’ve got a fan, gaijin."
Harry blinked. "Me?"
The bartender nodded toward the stage, where Miku was adjusting her guitar strap, her eyes flicking back to Harry between adjustments. "She doesn’t usually pick out strangers like that. You must have a good vibe."
Harry chuckled nervously. "Or she’s just messing with the old guy."
The bartender snorted. "Old? You’re what, fifty? In Japan, that’s still young enough to be interesting."
Harry took another sip of his drink, the ice clinking against the glass. The band launched into another song, this one slower, heavier, Miku’s voice cutting through the bass like a knife as she backed up lead vicalist Saiki.
The way she moved—hips swaying, fingers dancing over the fretboard—made Harry’s throat dry. He wasn’t used to this. Back home, women his age either ignored him or treated him like a grandfather. But here, in this smoky, neon-lit bar, a woman half his age was staring at him like he was the only person in the room.
The remote in his pocket burned against his thigh.
He hadn’t meant to bring it. Hadn’t even known it was there until he’d unpacked his suitcase that afternoon. A sleek, black device with a single red button, no branding, no instructions. Just… *there*.
No explanation, no warning. Just the cold metal against his skin, a silent dare.
Harry exhaled, rolling the remote between his fingers beneath the bar. The band’s final song was winding down, the crowd chanting along to the chorus. Miku’s eyes never left him.
The bartender nudged him. “You gonna buy her a drink after the set or just stare?”
Harry forced a laugh. “I don’t even know if she speaks English.”
“She speaks *interest* just fine.” The bartender smirked. “Trust me.”
The set ended in a final, thunderous chord, and the crowd erupted.
Miku tossed her guitar strap over her head, her chest heaving as she wiped sweat from her brow. She said something to the drummer, who grinned and nudged her toward the bar. Harry’s pulse jumped.
The bartender slid a fresh drink toward him. “You look like you need this.”
Harry took it, the glass cold in his palm. “I don’t even know what I’m doing here.”
The bartender chuckled. “Neither do I, but I’m pretty sure she does.”
Miku approached, her high heeled platform shoes clicking against the sticky floor. Up close, she was even more striking—her dark eyes sharp, her lips slightly parted as she exhaled. She was short only about 5 foot one without her heels, the heels, adding another 3 inches to her height, making her stand just under a foot shorter than himself however, her personality and presence was huge.
Her uniform was a black and white French maid outfit, with a short skirt, a corset top, and a frilly apron. The outfit was tight on her frame, accentuating her curves, and her long, dark hair was tied in two pigtails the end of each pigtail dyed red, swaying as she walked. Her makeup was bold, with dark eyeliner and red lipstick, and her nails were painted black. She had a confident, almost predatory swagger as she approached the bar, her eyes locked onto Harry the entire time.
Harry’s breath hitched as she stopped in front of him, her lips curling into a smirk.
“You’re American, right?” she asked, her English accented but clear.
"Yes" Harry replied, "buy you a drink "?" he asked following the bartenders advice.
"I mean, if you want one."
Miku's smirk deepened, her dark eyes flicking to the bartender before settling back on Harry. "You buying or just staring?"
Harry cleared his throat, suddenly aware of how loud the bar was, how close she was standing. "I’ll buy. What do you drink?"
"Whiskey," she said, sliding onto the stool beside him. "Neat."
The bartender raised an eyebrow but poured two fingers of amber liquid into a glass and set it in front of her. Miku picked it up, swirling it before taking a slow sip.
The ice clinked against the glass as she set it down, her fingers lingering on the rim. "You’re not what I expected," she said, her voice low, teasing.
Harry swallowed. "What did you expect?"
She smirked. "Someone less… *nervous*." Her hand brushed against his thigh under the bar, her fingers curling slightly, pressing in just enough to make his breath catch. "You’re not used to this, are you?"
Harry’s pulse hammered. "Used to what?"
Miku leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "A woman who knows exactly what she wants."
Her lips grazed his earlobe, and Harry’s cock twitched in his pants.
The remote in his pocket felt like a live wire, humming with possibility. He hadn’t pressed the button yet, but the way she was looking at him—like she already knew—made his skin prickle.
"Tell me, Harry," she murmured, her fingers tightening on his thigh. "What do you want from me?"
He swallowed hard. "I—I don’t know."
Miku chuckled, low and throaty, her breath hot against his neck. "Liar." Her hand slid higher, her fingers brushing the bulge in his pants. "You know *exactly* what you want."
Harry’s breath hitched. He should stop her. He *should* but the remote in his pocket distracted him so he fished it out and in the process accidentally pressed the button while it was pointed at Miku.
Her eyes widened for a split second, her pupils dilating as if she’d been struck by lightning. Then her smirk deepened, her fingers tightening around his thigh with bruising force.
"Oh, *fuck*," she whispered, her voice rough like gravel. "You *wanted* this all along, didn’t you?"
Harry’s heart pounded. "I—I don’t know what you—"
Miku cut him off with a sharp, hungry laugh, her hand sliding up his leg, her fingers curling around the bulge in his pants. "Bullshit. You *know* exactly what you want." She squeezed, her grip firm, possessive.
"You’re hard for me, Harry. Don’t deny it." Her fingers traced the length of him through his slacks, teasing, pressing. "I can *feel* how much you want this."
Harry’s breath came in short, ragged gasps. The remote control had done something to her—something *wrong*. But God, the way she was touching him, the way her dark eyes burned into his, made his cock throb against her palm.
"You’re *mine* now," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "Say it."
Harry swallowed hard, his pulse hammering in his throat. "I—I don’t—"
Miku’s grip tightened, her fingers digging into his thigh. "don't lie I can see it in your eyes. You wanna fuck me. And guess what I wanna fuck you too!" She said, her voice dripping with lust. "I wanna fuck you so hard you forget your own name." She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, her breath hot and heavy. "I wanna feel you inside me, Harry. I wanna feel you stretch me open and fill me up."
Harry's breath hitched, his cock throbbing against her palm. He was torn between shock and desire, but the way she was touching him, the way she was speaking to him, made it impossible to resist.
"Fuck, Miku," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "You don't know what you're doing to me."
She smirked, her fingers tightening around him.
"Oh, I know *exactly* what I'm doing to you, Harry. And I'm just getting started."
The bar was still loud, the music still pulsing, but Harry couldn’t hear any of it. All he could focus on was the way Miku’s fingers curled around his cock through his pants, the way her dark eyes burned into his. The remote control had done something to her—something *wrong*—but God, the way she was touching him, the way she was *looking* at him, made his pulse roar in his ears.
"You’re *mine* now," she whispered again, her voice rough, possessive. "let's go to my hotel room and I'll show you exactly what I'll do to you." she tells him the lustfully.
Her eyes are wide and dark, her lips parted slightly as she exhales. She is breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She is standing in front of him, her hands on her hips, her legs slightly apart. She is wearing a tight black and white maids dress that clings to her curves, and her high heels make her tower over him but onky because he is seated otherwise he'd tower over her. She is looking down at him, her gaze intense and hungry her face flushed, red and lust. She is waiting for his response, her body tense with anticipation.
Harry’s breath hitched as Miku’s fingers tightened around his cock through his slacks, her grip firm and possessive.
The way she was looking at him—like she already owned him—sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin. The remote control had done something to her, twisted her into this hungry, relentless thing, and yet… fuck, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
"Let’s go," she growled, her voice low and rough, her fingers curling into his thigh hard enough to bruise. "Now."
Harry swallowed, his pulse hammering in his throat. He should resist. He should push her away, demand answers. But the way her dark eyes burned into his, the way her lips parted just slightly as she exhaled—fuck, he was already lost.
He nodded.
“Okay.”
Miku’s smirk deepened, her fingers tightening around his cock through his slacks, making him groan. “Good boy,” she purred, her voice dripping with dark amusement. “Now let’s get out of here before I decide to fuck you right here on this bar.”
Harry’s breath hitched. The way she said *fuck*—so casual, so filthy—sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin. He should be scared. He should be questioning what the hell was happening. But all he could think about was the way her fingers dug into his thigh, the way her dark eyes burned into his like she was already imagining him inside her. he moved the stand beside her his height advantage allowing him to stare down the top of her dress. He admitted he liked what he saw of her cleavage. He slipped the arm around her, his hand firmly gripping her ass.
She was small in his arms, but her presence was anything but. She was all fire and hunger, pressing against him as they moved through the crowded bar, her fingers digging into his waist like she was afraid he’d disappear if she let go.
The night air hit them like a slap as they stumbled out onto the street, the neon signs buzzing overhead. Miku didn’t waste time—she yanked him toward a nearby alley, a shortcut to her nearby apartment.
She was in a hurry to get back to her place, she's never been this horny before this desperate to fuck someone especially someone she just met well she just had to have him. She knew she could never let him go in her heart and in her pussy.
She wanted him so badly that she could feel the wetness between her thighs. She was so turned on that she could barely contain herself. She was so desperate to have him that she could barely think straight. She was so obsessed with him that she could barely breathe. She was so consumed with lust that she could barely stand it. She was so consumed with desire that she could barely contain herself. She was so consumed with passion that she could barely think straight. She could fill her juices slipping out of her panties and dripping down her thighs.
She was so wet that she could feel the slickness between her legs. she just had to get him back to her apartment quickly so she can get his cock inside her.
She couldn’t wait to feel him stretching her tight little pussy. He will be the first non-Japanese man she's ever been with, and that alone added a fire to her crotch. her Cunt was twitching with the desire to have him. She needed his cock inside her. She needed to feel him stretching her tight little pussy. She needed to feel him filling her up. She needed to feel him fucking her. She needed to feel him cumming inside her. She needed to feel him cumming all over her. She needed to feel him cumming all over her face. She needed to feel him cumming all over her tits. She needed to feel him cumming all over her ass. She needed to feel him cumming all over her pussy. She needed to feel him cumming all over her cunt, and inside it. She needed to feel him cumming all over her clit. She needed to feel him cumming all over her lips. She needs to feel his dick inside her ass as he came buckets in her bowels.
She needs to feel his dick inside her mouth as he came buckets in her mouth. She needs to feel his dick inside her pussy as he came buckets in her pussy. She needs to feel his dick inside her cunt as he came buckets in her cunt. She needs to feel his dick inside her ass as he came buckets in her ass. She needs to feel his dick inside her mouth as he came buckets in her mouth.
they were just minutes away from her place and once she got him there, she was going to fuck him silly.
She was going to ride him like a wild animal. She was going to fuck him so hard that he would forget his own name, and then she do it all over again and again.
as I came with insight of her building she would grab his hand, pulling it off her ass and using it to pull him even faster.
She was in such a hurry that she didn't even bother to wait for the elevator, she dragged him up the stairs to her apartment, her high heels clicking against the concrete steps. She was so desperate to get him inside her that she could barely contain herself.
She fumbled with her keys, her hands shaking with anticipation. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, her pussy dripping with need.
The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Miku was on him—her hands tearing at his shirt, her lips crashing against his in a hungry, desperate kiss. Harry barely had time to react before she was shoving him against the wall, her fingers fumbling with his belt, her breath hot against his neck.
"Fuck, Harry," she growled, her voice rough with need. "I need you inside me *now*."
Her fingers were rough, impatient, as she yanked his pants down, his cock springing free, already hard and throbbing. Miku’s eyes darkened at the sight of it, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips,he was huge, long and think bigger than any Japanese dick she's ever had.
She needed his cock inside her. She pushed him down on a nearby couch, slipped her drenched panties off, hitched her dress up and sat on his cock.
She was so wet that she slid down his shaft with ease, her tight pussy swallowing him whole. She moaned loudly, her head thrown back, her fingers digging into his chest.
"Fuck, Harry," she gasped, her hips already moving, grinding down on him with desperate need. "You feel so good inside me. You're so big. So fucking thick."
Harry groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. She was so tight, so wet, so *hungry* for him. He could feel her walls fluttering around his cock, her juices dripping down his balls as she fucked him with wild abandon. Harry Reach up and slipped her maids dress off her shoulders pulling the top down.
Her breasts were small but perky, her nipples hard and erect. He leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard as she continued to ride him. She moaned loudly, her hips bucking wildly, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, her juices dripping down his balls as she fucked him with wild abandon.
"Fuck, Harry," she gasped, her voice rough with need.
Harry groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
Her pussy was so tight, so wet, so *hungry* for him. He could feel her walls fluttering around his cock like a vice, her juices dripping down his balls as she fucked him with wild abandon. The way she moved—her hips rolling, her back arching—was pure, unhinged lust, and it made his cock throb even harder inside her.
"Fuck, Miku," he growled, his voice rough with need. "You feel so good. So fucking tight."
She smirked down at him, her dark eyes burning with hunger. "You like that, don’t you?" she purred, grinding down on him with deliberate slowness.
"You love how tight my pussy is, don’t you? How it grips your cock like it never wants to let go?"
Harry groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as she rolled her hips in slow, teasing circles. "You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that."
She smirked, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. "Good. I want you to come inside me.
I want to feel your hot cum filling me up. I want to feel your cock throbbing inside me as you cum. I want to feel your cum dripping out of my pussy. I want to feel your cum dripping down my thighs. I want to feel your cum dripping down my ass. I want to feel your cum dripping down my legs. I want to feel your cum dripping down my feet. I want to feel your cum dripping down my toes. I want to feel your cum dripping down my fingers. I want to feel your cum dripping down my arms. I want to feel your cum dripping down my neck. I want to feel your cum dripping down my back. I want to feel your cum dripping down my front.
As Harry and Miku fuck at her apartment back at the bar, her band made Akane was a bit concerned. She had watched me through Pick men up before, but never quite so aggressive and the way she let him hold her ass as they left the bar was unlike her.
She was always the one in control, the one who called the shots. But this time, she was different. She was desperate, almost frantic, like she couldn’t get enough of him. She was like a woman possessed, and it was terrifying and Akane needed to know why and she was determined to find out. The drummer set off shortly after they did to investigate.
She knew where Miku’s apartment was. She had been there before, many times. She had seen her fuck before too, but never like this. Never so desperate, so *hungry*. She had to know what was going on.
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Miku’s pussy was a vice around Harry’s cock, her walls fluttering and clenching as she rode him with wild abandon. She was so wet that her juices were dripping down his balls, soaking the couch beneath them. She was so tight, so hot, so *perfect* that he could barely stand it.
“Fuck, Harry,” she gasped, her voice rough with need. “You feel so good inside me. You’re so big.
Miku’s voice was a growl, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles as she ground down on Harry’s cock. The way she moved—her back arching, her fingers digging into his chest—was pure, unhinged lust, and it made his pulse roar in his ears. Not when her pussy was so tight, so wet, so *perfect* around him.
Harry groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as she rode him, his cock throbbing inside her. Akane snuck into the apartment as the two lovers were engrossed in each other. They didn't even notice her. Harry's pants were laying next to the door where they were left when you shoved them onto the nearby couch the remote control having fallen out of his pocket in the process.
Akane picked it up and examined it. She had never seen anything like it before. It was sleek and black, with a single red button. She didn't know what it did, but she knew it had something to do with Miku's behavior. She slipped it into her pocket and crept closer to the couple, her heart pounding in her chest.
Miku was riding Harry like a wild animal, her hips bucking and grinding against him with desperate need. Her pussy was so wet that her juices were dripping down his balls, soaking the couch beneath them. She was so tight, so hot, so *perfect* around him. The sight if her bandmate is such a frenzy, state, asexual, arousal, and desire was concerning, and she gripped the remote. She had found accidentally pressing the button while it was pointed at right at herself.
She had felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body, and then she was consumed with a hunger she had never felt before. A hunger that could only be satisfied by one man—Harry.
She had never felt so desperate, so *needy* before. She had never felt so *possessed* by her own desires before. She had never felt so *out of control* before. She had never felt so *wild* before.
She had never felt so *alive* before.
And now, as she Watched Miku ride Harry’s cock with wild abandon, she knew she would never be the same again. She knew she needed him just as badly andwould never be able to let him go.
She needed to feel his cock inside her, stretching her tight little pussy, filling her up, fucking her so hard she forgot her own name. She needed to feel his cum inside her, dripping out of her pussy, and down her thighs,
Akane reached under her own dress into her panties to masturbate her other hand going through her chest, fondling her own her maids dress as she watch Miku fuck the man she now desired more than anything in the world.
She was so turned on by the sight of her bandmate riding Harry’s cock with wild abandon that she could barely contain herself. She was so consumed with need that she could barely breathe. She she quickly pulled her maid uniform off revealing her brace tits and her Lacey panties soon joined her dress on the floor.
the moment she was naked she went back to masturbating and playing with her tits, which finally drew Harry's attention to her, his eyes going wide at the site of Akane, naked and masturbating standing for him as Miku rode his cock. Akane was a sight to behold, her body was toned and athletic, her skin was smooth and flawless, her tits we're about twice the size of Miku's.
he watched as a Akane played with her tits and his cock enlarged more inside of Miku's pussy . Miku noticed the change and looked over her shoulder to see what had caught Harry's attention. She saw Akane standing there, naked and masturbating, and she smirked. She knew exactly what was going through Harry's mind, and she was more than happy to oblige.
"Fuck, Harry," Miku gasped, her voice rough with need. "You like watching her, don't you? You like seeing her play with herself while I ride your cock?"
Harry groaned, his fingers digging into Miku's hips as she rode him, his cock throbbing inside her. "Fuck, yes," he growled, his voice rough with need. "She's so fucking hot.
I can't believe she's here, watching us like this," Harry groaned, his cock throbbing inside Miku's tight, dripping cunt. The sight of Akane standing there, naked and masturbating, her fingers buried in her own pussy, her other hand squeezing her perky tits, was almost too much for him to handle. He could feel his balls tightening, his cock swelling even thicker inside Miku.
Miku smirked, her dark eyes flicking between Harry and Akane. "You want her, don't you?" she purred, her voice dripping with lust.
"You want to fuck her just as badly as you want to fuck me, don’t you?"
Harry groaned, his fingers digging into Miku’s hips as she rode him, his cock throbbing inside her tight, dripping cunt. "I want her.
Fuck, I want her so bad," Harry groaned, his cock swelling even thicker inside Miku's tight, dripping cunt. He could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing inside Miku. being fucked by Miku while watching Akane masturbate was about to have him come harder than he's ever come before.
He was so close to exploding inside her tight little pussy that he could barely contain himself. he could feel his ball tighten and his cock swell as Miku slammed herself up and down his length and he exploded inside her.
His cock throbbing and twitching as he filled her tight little pussy with his hot, sticky cum. Miku moaned loudly, her head thrown back, her fingers digging into his chest as she felt his cock throbbing inside her, filling her up with his seed. She could feel his cum dripping out of her pussy, dripping down her thighs, this is what she wanted what she needed with the remote control. He drove her to and what it would soon drive Akane too as well even if neither of them knew it yet.
Harry’s cock throbbed inside her, his cum filling her up, dripping out of her pussy, dripping down her thighs. She could feel it dripping down her legs, and she absolutely loved the feeling of so much that she herself began to come all over his massive cock as Akane watched. Sated for the moment Miku slips off of Harry's cock, giving Akane her first look at it.
The site of the massive shaft causes Alane's breath to hitch at her pussy to clinch in mini, orgasm.
She was so turned on by the sight of Harry's cock, glistening with Miku's juices, that she could barely contain herself. She was so desperate to have him inside her that she could barely think straight. She was so obsessed with him that she could barely stand it. She was so consumed with lust that she could barely contain herself. She was so consumed with desire that she could barely think straight. without even thinking, she began to walk towards Harry her finger still buried in her own Cunt. She needed him inside her and she needed him inside her now.
She didn’t care that Miku was still there, still panting from the fucking she’d just taken. She didn’t care that Harry was still catching his breath, his cock still twitching from the orgasm he’d just had. She didn’t care about anything except the fact that she needed him inside her, stretching her tight little pussy, filling her up, fucking her so hard she forgot her own name.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, her fingers still buried in her own cunt, her other hand gripping his cock. She was so wet that her juices were dripping down her thighs, soaking the floor beneath her. she took his cock in her mouth and began to suck him Miku on his chef as she did so
she didn't care she needed to make sure he stayed hard so She could stuff this magnificent fuck stick in her pussy. she suck that dick like a pro.
her mouth was like a vacuum, sucking him in deep, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her lips tight around the shaft. She was so good at it that Harry could barely contain himself. He could feel his cock swelling, as soon as she had him nice and hard again, she pulled off his cock, her lips swollen as she straddle, weight, her pussy, wet, and ready , she lowered herself onto his cock, her tight little cunt stretching around him, her juices dripping down his shaft, soaking the couch beneath them. She was so tight, so wet, so *perfect* around him.
Harry groaned as Akane’s pussy swallowed his cock whole, her walls clenching around him like a vice. She was even tighter than Miku, her cunt gripping him with desperate hunger. The sight of her riding him—her back arched, her fingers digging into his chest, her lips parted in a silent moan—was almost too much for him to handle.
"Fuck, Harry," Akane gasped, her voice rough with need.
"You’re so fucking big inside me. I can feel every inch of you stretching me open."
Harry groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him, his cock throbbing inside her tight, dripping cunt. The sight of her—her back arched, her fingers digging into his chest, her lips parted in a silent moan—was almost too much for him to handle.
Miku watched from the couch, her own fingers buried in her pussy as she watched Akane ride Harry’s cock. She was so turned on by the sight of her bandmate fucking the man she had claimed that she could barely contain herself.
"Fuck, Akane," Miku growled, her voice dripping with lust.
"You’re taking that cock like a good little slut, aren’t you?"
Akane’s eyes rolled back as she ground down on Harry’s thick shaft, her pussy swallowing him whole. "Oh god, yes," she moaned, her fingers digging into his chest. "I’ve never felt anything like this. He’s so fucking big inside me. The best fuck ever ever ever. i'm never giving up this cock."
Akane moaned, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles as she ground down on Harry’s thick shaft. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, so *perfect* around him that he could barely stand it. The way she moved—her back arching, her fingers digging into his chest, her lips parted in a silent moan—was pure, unhinged lust, and it made his pulse roar in his ears.
Harry groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as she rode him, his cock throbbing inside her tight slit. well Miku had a well manicure bush above her pussy, Akane's cunt was completely shaven.
Her pussy was like a smooth, wet, pink slit, her clit hard and swollen, her juices dripping down her thighs. She was so wet that her juices were dripping down her thighs, soaking the couch beneath them.
Harry's hands glide up Akane sides slowly covering around to her chest it takes each perfect tit in his hands. he squeezes them firmly.
Her tits are soft and full, her nipples hard and erect. He leans forward and takes one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard as she continues to ride him. She moans loudly, her hips bucking wildly, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice. He can feel her walls fluttering around him, her juices dripping down his balls as she fucks him with wild abandon.
"Fuck, Harry," she gasps, her voice rough with need. "You're so fucking big inside me. Please, please cum inside me, I need to fill your thick cream, filling my tight little cunnie." Akane begged as she rode Harry's cock, her hips bucking wildly, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice. She could feel his walls fluttering around him, her juices dripping down his balls as she fucked him with wild abandon. she could feel his cock swell inside her, and she knew he was close to ejaculating. She was about to get the hot sticky semen. She craved flooding her Asian Cunt.
She wanted his seed inside her. She wanted to feel his cock throbbing inside her, filling her up with his hot, sticky cum. She wanted to feel his cum dripping out of her pussy, dripping down her thighs, dripping down her legs and as she felt him tense up, she would grind her pussy down one final time taking him to the hill in her tight little Cunt actually felt the first jet of his cum blast inside her.
Her pussy clenched around his cock as she felt his hot, sticky cum filling her up, filling her with his seed, filling her with his essence, filling her with his manhood, filling her with his cock, filling her with his balls, filling her with his cum, filling her with his semen, filling her with his jizz, filling her with his spunk, filling her with his load, filling her with his cream, filling her with his juice, filling her with his nectar, filling her with his milk, filling her with his sauce, filling her with his cream pie, give me what her thirsty pussy desperately needed. She began convulsing an orgasm her pussy clamping down hard on his cock as she pressed her tits, hard into his chest , her nails digging into his back as she rode him to the bone.
"Fuck, Harry!" Akane screamed, her voice raw with pleasure.
Harry was panting his cock still pulsing inside her. He couldn't believe he just fucked two members of the same band. Hell he felt like a stud. He felt powerful and he began fantasizing on using the remote on the remaining three members of the band. he imagine Saiki, Misa and Kanami riding his dick to orgasm one after the other just like Miku and Akane just did.
He had never been so turned on in his life. He was like a fucking goddamn sex machine. He had never felt so powerful, so desired, so fucking *needed*. He was like a fucking king, a fucking god, a fucking *stud*.
Two of the hottest women in Japan had just ridden his cock like it was their last meal, and he was already thinking about the next course. The remote control in his pocket had turned these women into insatiable, desperate creatures, and he was loving every fucking second of it.
Miku and Akane were still panting, their bodies glistening with sweat, their pussies dripping with his cum. They were both so fucking beautiful, so fucking *hungry* for him, and he couldn’t wait to see what the other three members of the band would be like once he got his hands on them.
Miku moved the kneel on the floor in front of him, her ass high in the air. "fuck my ass, Harry." Miku growled, her voice dripping with lust as she wiggled her perfect peach-shaped ass in his face. "I want to feel your fat cock stretching my tight little hole. I want to feel you fucking me raw, filling me up with your cum." Her pussy was still dripping with Harry's seed, her juices mixing with his as they dripped down her thighs. "come on stud put that great big cock in my tiny little sphincter." she said, enticing late over her shoulder as she locked the eyes on Harry's dick.
She was so fucking desperate to feel him inside her again, to feel him stretching her tight little asshole, filling her up with his thick, hard cock. She was so fucking horny that she could barely contain herself. She was so fucking turned on that she could barely think straight. She was so fucking obsessed with him that she could barely stand it. She was so fucking consumed with lust that she could barely contain herself. She was so fucking consumed with desire that she could barely think straight. She was so fucking consumed with passion that she could barely contain herself. She was so fucking consumed with need that she could barely stand it.
"if I fuck your ass, can you get the rest of your band here afterwards?" Harry asks as he slips into position behind her.
He's not sure if he can handle another round, but the sight of Miku's tight little asshole, already glistening with her own juices, has his cock twitching back to life. He reaches down, spreading her cheeks apart, his fingers tracing the delicate rim of her puckered hole. She shivers at his touch, her breath hitching as he presses a finger inside, feeling the tight heat of her ass clench around him.
"Fuck, yes," Miku moans, her voice muffled against the couch cushion. "Stretch me open, Harry. "can you get them here?" he asked again.
"Can you get the rest of your band here? I want to fuck them all."
Miku moaned as she felt Harry's thick fingers push deeper into her tight little asshole. "Yes, yes, I'll get them here," she gasped, her voice breathy and desperate. "I'll make sure they're all here for you. You can fuck them all, one after the other. They'll all be yours."
Harry grinned as he felt her ass clench around his fingers. He knew he had her right where he wanted her. He had her completely under his control. He was the one in charge now. He was the one who held all the power. he pulled his finger out of her ass and slipped the head of his cock inside.
He was gentle at first, letting her get used to the sensation of his thick, throbbing cockhead pressing against her tight little puckered hole. She moaned and pushed back against him, eager to take more of him inside her. "You're so fucking big.
Harry groaned as he slowly pushed deeper inside her, feeling her tight ass clench around his shaft. He could feel the heat of her body, the way her muscles gripped him like a vice. He could feel the way her asshole fluttered around his cock, the way it pulsed with every breath she took.
He was so fucking deep inside her, stretching her tight little hole in a way she’d never been stretched before. She was so fucking tight, so fucking *perfect* around him. "You feel so fucking good inside me.
Harry groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he slowly pulled back before slamming back into her ass with a sharp, brutal thrust. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, the wet, filthy sound of her asshole stretching around his cock making his balls tighten.
"put on my asshole with that great big cock and then fill it full with your cum" Miku all butt yells as he begins to fuck her earnestly in her ass.
Harry's cock is so big and thick that it stretches her tight little asshole wide open, making her gasp and moan with pleasure. He can feel the heat of her body, the way her muscles grip him like a vice. He can feel the way her asshole flutters around his cock, the way it pulses with every breath she takes. "You feel so fucking good inside me," Miku moaned, her voice rough with need.
"Fuck me harder, Harry. Stretch me open. Make me take every inch of that fat cock in my tight little asshole."
Harry groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he slammed into her with brutal force. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, the wet, filthy sound of her asshole stretching around his cock making his balls tighten.
"You like that, don't you?" Harry growled, his voice low and dangerous.
"You want me to fuck your tight little asshole, Miku? You want me to stretch you open and fill you up with my cum?"
Miku moaned, her voice breathy and desperate. "Yes, yes, I want it. I need it. Please, Harry, fuck my ass. Fuck me hard. I know you like fucking my type of asshole as much as I like you fucking it so pound my ass Harry I need to feel your cum inside my ass." Miku begged, her voice dripping with lust as she pushed back against him, eager to take more of him inside her. "Fuck my ass, Harry."
and he did just that Harry fucked me Cuz's ass for a good 20 minutes before filling it with his sticky seed.
Miku's ass was so tight that he could barely move inside her, but he managed to pound her ass with all his might, making her scream in pleasure. He could feel his cock swelling inside her, his balls tightening as he prepared to cum. He could feel the way her asshole clenched around his cock, the way it milked him for all he was worth. He could feel the way her asshole sucked him in deeper, the way it pulled him in like a vacuum. when he finally let go, it was like a fire hose soraying deep in to her bowels. He filled her asshole with so much cum that it dripped out of her asshole and down her thighs. She could feel his cum dripping down her legs, and she absolutely loved the feeling of so much cum inside her. She was so turned on by the feeling of his cum inside her that she could barely contain herself. She was so desperate to have him inside her again that she could barely think straight. She was so consumed with passion that she could barely contain herself. She was so consumed with need that she could barely stand it.
she pulled her ass off his cock rolling over onto her back and spreading her legs wide her dress still hiked up around her waist. "in my pussy again please then I'll call the other others.." Miku gasped, her fingers already working their way down to her pussy, her body still trembling from the orgasm Harry had just given her. "I need you inside me again, Harry. I need to feel your cock stretching me open, filling me up. I need to feel your cum dripping out of my tight little cunt."
Harry groaned, his cock already hardening again at the sight of her spread out before him, her pussy glistening with her own juices and his cum. He couldn't believe how insatiable she was, how desperate she was for him. He couldn't believe how much he wanted her.
He moved between her legs, his cock already throbbing with need.
The sight of her spread open like that, her pussy glistening with his cum, her fingers buried deep inside herself, was almost too much to handle. He could feel his cock swelling, his balls tightening as he positioned himself at her entrance.
"Fuck me, Harry," Miku begged, her voice raw with desire. "Fuck me hard. I need to feel your cock inside me. I need to feel you stretching me open, filling me up with your cum."
He didn't hesitate. He slammed into her with one brutal thrust, his cock stretching her tight little cunt wide open. She gasped, her back arching off the couch as she took every inch of him inside her.