Rai Kamiya vs Lacramiora Albescu - Hentai Match

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Rai was experiencing many feelings as the bell rang and the straps on was pulled out of him.

For starters, his ass hurt...a lot...but in a good way. His first anal experience ever...and he definitely couldn't call it a bad one.

Next was pleasure. That was easily the greatest orgasm of his young life, and his body was still having post orgasm spasms.

Then there was Lacramioara. The way she made him watch as she kicked his seed off her hand, maintaining eye contact. She'd see many feelings in his bright blue eyes. Humiliation, as such a dominating finish and loss was meant to humiliate.

Attraction, as he'd obviously been head over heels for the woman since her entrance.

But there wouldn't be anger, or hatred, but instead, affection. How could he be angry at a woman who just gave him the best pleasure of his life?

He lay back on the mat as she posed over him, her foot grinding against his dick, making him moan, a bit more cum squirting out of his limp dick.

As she spoke, he looked up at her, offering her a weak, but genuine, smile.

"Id...like that..alot. Disappointed though...I guess I lied about being the first cock to make you cum..."

He said, letting out an exhausted sigh as he hung his head back on the mat, feeling tired, as he dealt with the aftermath of another defeat.

[DSX93]

Lacramioara would have left it at that, but...

She could still feel its vigor against her foot. Slowly waning, but still releasing more of his fulfilled desire and twitching with ongoing need. She kept sliding her foot back and forth, back and forth on his manhood, coaxing every last drop she could get out of him. It came close, but wouldn't deflate entirely.

Oh. That sparked an idea!

"Maybe you still can be."

The Romanian beauty lowered herself to her knees, right between Rai's legs. Leaning forward to allow him a great view of her cleavage. "If we can get it to wake back up..." Her hands, starting at the knees, starting sliding their way towards their target at a carefully measured pace that slowed the higher she got.

Her red gaze locked onto his expression. Unblinking, accompanied with a smile that managed to be as sweet as sugar despite the bared fangs.

She wanted to see if the mere anticipation of what may come would get him back in the game before her direct touch could.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Rai blinked in surprise at Lacramioaras words. He thought they were done, that his defeat had killed any interest the woman might have had in him. He'd been dominated after all, proven unworthy of her pussy.

As she locked eyes with him, started stroking her hands uo his smooth thighs, he shivered, trembled, abd it was obvious from the way his eyes widened, his blue eyes never leaving her read ones, that he was completely captivated by her, like she was actually hypnotizing him like a maiden succumbing to Draculas powers. Those eyes tell a story on their own. The need, the desire, the willingness to be hers, completely, if she wanted it, the desire to be wanted and claimed, out of a mix of loneliness and desire.

His little cock twitched, raising up half hard, clearly trying to obey the dark mistresses command... but couldn't get up all the way, weakened by its defeat, and like the boy himself, unable to rise under its own power without help!

[DSX93]

"Yes..." Lacramioara breathed, after having broken eye contact to catch the sight of his reemerging desire. "Hmm..." She'd dip down, get closer. Allowing him an even more mouthwatering view while she did it. "Looks like it needs some help."

Her hands continued their northern journey, edging ever closer...

Closer...

And closer to his tenting speedo, before finally, finally...

Her fingers floated over to the waistband, without even so much as a brush of contact with his nethers. No skin, no flesh would touch him until they were hooked underneath. Ready, but not yet pulling. But her breath, however, heated with promise -- promise and her own desires...

"Wake up...Creştere. Wouldn't you like to play with me again? Entertain me for a little while longer?"

Those ruby red eyes would rise to his again, teeth nibbling on her bottom lip. A silent imploration while she brought his speedos down. Faster than the first time; she's teased him enough. His manhood was free in two seconds. "Ai dori o mână de ajutor? Hmm?" Well, a little more teasing wouldn't hurt. The language barrier would be the primary means, stimulating his mind while a soft hand took hold of him and started pumping. With a mild, playful pace. Let him wonder what she's saying this time.

"Sânii mei? Gura mea? Picioarele mele? La ce tânjești cel mai mult, draga mea? Hmm?”

Lacramioara would keep jerking him, maintaining that measured pace.

"La ce tânjești?" Breathing the question out this time, right over his cock. Followed up with her tongue, taking over for her hand. It introduced itself with a slow, long lick along the bottom of the shaft, traveling right up to the tip. And another. Before her lips, slickened with a sweep of the muscle, enveloped him. Allowing him to slide into her mouth with the greatest of ease, right down to the hilt.

And pause. Let a moment pass. Give the Young Lion time to fully appreciate what was about to happen.

And then the ever pleasurable work began, paced no faster than her tongue's initial greeting. This was not the endgame. And more than that, she wanted this -- all of it -- to last.

Translation

"Creştere." -- "Rise."

"Ai dori o mână de ajutor?" -- "Would you like a helping hand?"

"Sânii mei? Gura mea? Picioarele mele? La ce tânjești cel mai mult, draga mea?” -- "My tits? My mouth? My feet? What do you long for most, my dear?"

"La ce tânjești?" -- "What do you long for?"