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Even these faint protests halt as you begin to move. Now, Elira can only grit her teeth as she tries to endure the pain. There’s no beauty in the action; it’s a simple act of domination. Starting slowly at first, you begin to up the tempo. You release Elira’s arms, revealing bright red marks where you had grabbed her. Elira has given up on resisting you. Your movement is feverish now. As you ruthlessly slam into her. Elira grabs onto your back as if clinging to dear life. Though Elira’s eyes are tightly shut she can’t stop the tears from running down her face. As the two of you near climax, Elira’s nails dig into your back. Her gasping has turned into loud moans. Is she actually having a good time? Almost as a reply to this you decide to force your mouth onto Elira’s, prying it open and invading it with your tongue. Inside you find your tongue dancing with hers, looks like she was waiting for this. As her body begins to desperately crave oxygen, she claws your back even harder than before. You’re sure she’s drawn blood but you’re unconcerned. Finally, you lay all your weight onto Elira and climax inside of her, for a couple of seconds you disconnect yourself from reality. The pleasure is overwhelming. You stop thinking. You can’t see anything, your vision completely clouds. But you can still hear. And the only sound you can hear right now it’s Elira’s muffled orgasm.
Inside of her… Yes, and it wouldn’t have been the other way because you are currently being leg locked by Elira. Looks like she didn’t realize she was doing this since the beginning and she used all her might because honestly, even if you wanted, it would have been impossible for you to break the lock.
You can kiss her one more time and as your mouth extricates itself from hers, Elira frantically gulps down air between sobs.

After being released from her leg lock, you lift yourself from her body. Elira simply lies on the floor, panting. The both of you are disgusting, sweaty messes. The guilty hits you a moment later. You hurriedly stagger out onto your minuscule balcony and light a cigarette. You take a quick look at Elira. She’s still lying there and you contemplate the scene. She lies there completely defiled, it’s a bizarre yet fascinating sight. Her beautiful body is exposed, she looks like she just finished running a marathon. You can see her irregular breathing by looking at her chest. Her breasts bounce up and down, her expression looks exhausted. She’s still panting. The pleasure must have been very strong. You notice your seed is slowly dripping from her private parts and also dripping down her plump thighs. It’s quite a big load. You feel a strange sense of satisfaction but at the same time disgust.
You turn back to the balcony after witnessing such a beautiful scene, one that will haunt you for a while. A few minutes later you hear the shower start running inside. You finish the cigarette quickly, taking deep pulls, but you can’t seem to relax.

Heading back inside, you lay out the futon and lie down. Five minutes later the sound of running water stops. For a moment the room is illuminated by the washroom light, then you hear the door close and darkness returns. A faint warmth creeps into your futon and presses itself against your back. You can hear Elira sniffling – she’s still crying. You wonder what happened to her nightly stream and what’s going to happen to the one in the morning. It’s the Japanese stream and people are looking forward to it.
You decide to just shut your eyes and try to get some sleep, pushing the guilt to the back of your mind. Elira hugs you tightly, her soft breasts press against you but you no longer have any libido left. Only tiredness.