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Taking a breather was a good way for Rin to re-center herself and think out the situation she'd gotten herself into, a grand mess she felt like she was going to have to sort out somehow. She thought that bringing Shirou to this Halloween party would be a good way to get things to go her way. She wore a skimpy western witch costume, something with a short skirt that fluttered and swayed about and a purple top that flaunted her modest cleavage, and she had drawn his eyes to her assets just fine when he first saw it, but she had stiff competition. Saber was coming. That was news to her. She hadn't expected anyone else to be there. Then Sakura was just there at the party somehow despite Rin being certain that nobody would have invited her sister.
Saber walked around dressed in a full-body dragon bodysuit with a big dragon headpiece that her face stuck out of. It wasn't tight enough to be indecent, but tight enough to emphasize her strong body in a way she didn't like and didn't like that Shirou was definitely looking at. Sakura was another matter entirely, and Rin knew she was out to steal her boyfriend. Not only was she at the party at all, but she'd come dressed as a vampire, going from tastefully kind of skimpy to all out slutty, trying to emphasize her cleavage as much as possible and with a skirt hiked so far up her knee that it was almost too insane to be true.
They were competition. That was the only way Rin could look at it. Since before she and Shirou had started dating, she knew they were both out for his heart too, and there was no way that she could stand by and let them take it. This party was supposed to be her chance to get away from her boyfriend, play at something flirty and seductive, and instead of that, she was pacing around in a guest bedroom trying to think out what she was doing and try to make sense of things. Taking steady breaths and trying to focus herself as best she could, Rin needed a plan, needed something bold and big to try and pull Shirou's attention away from Sakura and from Saber. She needed to make an impact and steal his attention so thoroughly that she could stop being so self-conscious about how those one of those two were going to steal her boyfriend from her.
The busy commotion kept her animated and forward, trying to think her way through the strange commotion before her. She was determined to make some kind of sense of this even while she stumbled her way deeper into the weirdness of going all out. The mad back and forth of her trying to think her way through all of this left Rin frustrated and worked up, and the ways she kept moving back and forth in the room didn't help much. She needed to figure this out, but she didn't know exactly what she was supposed to do. She had to think her way through something, had to find some kind of answer that she would be satisfied by, and as she paced about, she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings, nor to the surprise of the door opening.
Rin bumped right into a man, gasping and stumbling back in shock as her head snapped back into reality. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she said, adjusting her hat and looking up toward the man standing before her, a towering man standing before her dressed like a doctor. A foreign, light skinned man who wore a big smirk on her face, and she wasn't sure why. "I'll go, it's fine. DO you need the room for something?"
"Are you Rin?" he asked, his voice deep. It had a tone to it she didn't like at all.
But that wasn't going to intimidate her. "I am. And my boyfriend is in the next room, so don't think about trying something with me." She folded her arms, standing firm and attentive, standing ready to get whatever ideas this guy had out of his head.
His response was to undo his pants with one hand and grab one of her pigtails with the other.
Everything happened a lot faster than RIn was fully able to process. Without warning, she found herself bent forward over the edge of the spare bed, her panties yanked to the side and a meaty, white cock rammed up her pussy with one firm stroke. The sound she made was a baffled rush of pure panic, her legs shaking as she felt the rough penetration claim her. It wasn't like anything she'd ever felt before, and Rin's first response was to howl in wild confusion, hopelessly unprepared for the feeling of such a meaty prick shoving into her, and nothing could have helped her now out from what was taking hold. "What are you doing?" she shrieked.
But the man ignored her, grabbing her hips and letting his thrusts forward ravage her patience with little restraint or calm. He was out for results, and he used her with little care or regard for anything else, leaving her a thrashing mess wholly unprepared for just how rough he was ready to be. "I was told you needed to get a taste of foreign cock. A little birdy said you’ve never been bleached before." The words almost didn't make sense to RIn, if only because her head was still spinning in its attempts to try and sort out what this all was and how she was supposed to take it, but she felt lost to it, a hopeless mess squirming and struggling her way through getting pounded raw, and the man who used her didnt' seem to care about holding back.
"What are you talking about?" Rin asked while struggling and fumbling her way through utter bafflement. She was unprepared for these pleasures, struggling harder to deal with what was coming and to make sense of it. Her head felt dizzy and light, aimless and airy thrills rocking her to her core while a cock much bigger than Shirou's ravaged her. Rushes of senseless fever washed over her, faster and hotter than she was really prepared to handle, and the brutalizing fever of this big cock imposing its steep demands on her filled Rin with a confused, aimless twist of frustration. Moans began to bubble up from her lips, a baffled and panicked sense that grew stranger and weirder.
Why did this feel so good? Her body jerked back and forth in a strangely nervous lust. Spreading her pussy out ore than Shirou ever could, this foreigner was eager to use her with relentless thrusts and greeds that forced her to struggle her way deeper into something she didn't really have any good foundation over. Ravenous, confused pleasure continued to rip through her, and the question of, "How's your first taste of white dick?" left her with questions, more and more baffled while she received these relentless pleasures, thrown into chaos and frustration. She wasn't sure what to make of any of this, but she understood it was wrong.
But she wasn't stopping it.
"Why would--what is white dick?" Rin asked. Her hands fumbled against the sheets of thew guest bed, and her head tried to puzzle out some kind of answer while falling deeper into delirium and worry.
"You really don't know?" the man asked, giving her ass a squeeze. "Japanese girls love foreign guys. White, black. We're bigger, we fuck harder, and girls can't get enough once they've had a taste. I don't know if you've got a Japanese boyfriend, but he doesn't make you feel like this, does he?"
The answer almost ripped its way out of Rin’s throat without her even meaning to say it. She knew it, and in her almost-silent whimpering of shame, he knew it too. His hips pounded forward with a bit more energy still, trying to provoke a reaction out of her and trying to push her to feel the boldest thrills and pressures of what he was after, seeing to make Rin give up to the pleasures and truths that she wasn't eager to face. This was a betrayal of Shirou but every second she spent letting this guy fuck her was a second she spent letting it happen, completely surrendering to him and accepting that this felt good.
"I won't tell him," he promised, and Rin didn’t realize just what he was talking about until the flood of cum suddenly erupted inside of her. His load set her off whether she wanted it or not, suddenly struggling under the confrontational pressure and flaring panic of being pumped full of cum. She shrieked out noisily, a struggling mess hit by so much fever and worry at once that it didn't make sense to her, but she felt ready for it, moaning loudly, throwing her head back and finding that she was ready to just give in to this all.
"Roll her over, lemme get in on that."
"Who--" Rin heard a new voice, and she was quickly rolled over onto her back by the man who pulled out of her, and she found herself looking at another man. Just as big and as tall, but dark skinned and dressed as a clown. His cock was already out, just as big and as fearsome, and Rin's body shuddered. Her breath hitched and a sense of sudden excitement washed over her. Without even thinking about it, her thighs parted and her head eased upward. "Fuck,"
He was upon her in a heartbeat. "I love blacking cute Japanese girls," he said, climbing up on top of her and shoving his cock into her pussy, ready to throw himself into the wild chaos of giving in to this, pleasure coming on stronger and messier. He grabbed her legs, tugging them up and almost folding her in half, leaning harder over her, picking up his pace midway through relentlessly thrusting into her. The pleasure was overbearing, driven by a desire to completely wear her down and force Rin to succumb. His cock pumped mercilessly into her, forcing Rin to confront flares of pure spectacle and frustration.
But she was a lot less prepared to fight it this time. Louder she moaned, twisting on the bed, stumbling into compeltely aimless surrender, into a beautiful spectacle that had her hips rising off of the bed and a hopeless sense of want burning through her. "It feels so good!" she moaned. "Black cock is amazing. White cock too. I don't want to cheat on my boyfriend, but you two fuck so much better than he does." She couldn't believe how easily the words spilled from her lips. Why was she opening up to this so readily? This was a mess, a frustration spiraling harder through her body, and she couldn't begin to contain all the worst and grandest of frustrations.
"Our friend said you'd like this," the man on top of her groaned. The deep strokes of his hips mercilessly sought to unravel her, to keep pushing her forward. Each thrust forward provoked more noisy and eagerness from Rin, vocal responses making her struggle harder making everything inside of her burn so brightly and with such need that it stopped feeling real to her. She stared up at the man even as her thoughts grew dizzy and the spectacles swept through her with little to no sense to it. She was letting this all take her, consumed by strange pushes into a sensation and frustration she wasn't even close to able to deal with.
As it burned through her body and her stocking-clad legs shook up in the air, knees up int her shoulders through this merciless powerfucking, all that Rin could think about was how good this felt. Any guilt over cheating on Shirou, as awful as it was, was quickly melting out of her, replaced by the throbbing delirium and excitement of letting it all go. She needed this, and she stopped caring about the very reasonable and sensible restraints that should have held her back. Not when she was clutching u pat fistfuls of bedding and moaning out, "Cum inside me like the other guy."
The thrill of being held down and pumped full of cum sent her head spinning. Rin felt the best kind of powerless in the face of this all, ready to come apart and happy to be pumped full of cum again, crossing the line into pure fascination and delirium. That was how she wanted it though, writhing and wriggling while her entire body burned under sweet relief and her thoughts transcended any semblance of focus. This bliss was too much for her to possibly deal with.
"Feels so good," Rin whined. As the cock pulled out of her, she moaned, "Foreigners are so much better at sex. Your cocks are... Wow." Hands tugged at her legs, and Rin found herself pulled off the bed and down to her knees, slumping back against the bed frame while staring at the two juicy cocks before her, both glistening in her juices. "Fuck." She didn't even need to be asked if she wanted to suck them; she just felt compelled to move forward and give up.
Her tongue began to lick up her tart juices off both cocks. The contrast of a pale white cock and a deeply dark cock, both big and twitching and having left her pussy ravaged, invoked within Rin the most overbearing and delirious of joys, a fitful and deranged, stripped of anything normal but in all the best ways. She wanted it now, throwing everything harder forward, needing to embrace this and needing to succumb to whatever was being asked of her. Her eyes gleamed dizzily up at both of them, and she felt completely detached from normalcy, but in all the best ways.
"Your dicks taste so good. I've never been with anyone but my boyfriend, but his Japanese dick can't compare to..." Trailing off, she dove forward and dramatically sucked the black dick deep into her throat, struggling and sputtering and throwing herself harder forward, detached from sense and needing to further explore the chaos. This wasn't a question for her now. Need consumed everything within her, demanding that her thoughts come apart and forcing her to open up. As it hit the back of her throat, all that Rin could think about was how badly she wanted to learn how to handle it, wanted to learn to take a cock like this into her throat and satisfy it fully. Shirou's dick had been easy to pleasure. This? This was something else.
She didn't leave the white guy waiting for too long though. She pulled back and switched over to him, going all out in the haze and the chaos of foggily seeking these pleasures. Choking it down and struggling harder under the wild chaos and frustration of trying to tend to these feelings, everything was simply ripping through her with a fire and a potency she didn't understand how to deal with, but also didn't care about resisting. She felt the burn upon her, the throbbing heat pulsating through her body and demanding that she go all out. It was impossible to ignore, and with each push forward, she fell deeper into sweet fascination, loving every second of what she was up to.
It felt too good. Ravenous, hopeless submission was what she needed, and the chance to break down for this passion was all she could process now, finally feeling like she was where she needed to be, in a position to unravel while she sucked off both guys, stumbling back and forth, driven by fire and chaos and a feeling of pure devotion that consumed her. She was sloppy and hungry, the pleasures all bombarding her with pressures she didn't know how to deal with, but she was so ready to embrace it, frustrated and giving up everything to these pleasures, fumbling in deeper and throwing everything into chaos. She was lit up with specific and hopeless want, and ready to give up to all of it.
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Saber wasn't sure how much she could trust being asked to go find RIn. Sakura seemed insistent on her being the one to go track down her sister, and she knew there was probably some ulterior motive to that, but it couldn’t be to make a move on Shirou while Saber was gone, right? Calling Rin back into the room would only lead to her getting caught, and lead to problems. That was the only reason that Saber agreed to do it; it seemed like a terrible idea for a setup. In fact, it was probably a good thing she could turn back around; if she turned everything around and got the sisters distracted, maybe she could make her move on Shirou instead. It wasn’t very noble to be so envious and ready to try and step in, but she couldn't help it.
Not even sure where to look for RIn, Saber had wandered the sizable house and decided to peek into the guest bedrooms, through the mass of partiers, her peripheral vision sitll ruined by the oversized dragon helmet she wore, but that was what made her feel good and enjoying this strange, modern take on a pagan holiday nobody in her own time treated with such revelry. The headpiece necessitated that she turn her waist when looking around and meant stepping into the guest rooms to make sure she'd scanned them all through, but that was all just part of the obstacle, and she accepted it.
What she wasn't as ready to accept was what she found Rin doing.
"Wreck me with your big, white cock!" Rin squealed, bent over the bed and getting rammed from behind while her hands stroked the cock of two more men, one white and one black. "Fuck, I love foreigners. Make me your dirty Japanese slut. My boyfriend doesn't know I'm here, but I don't want him to find out!"
Saber couldn't believe what was happening, staring wide-eyed and baffled at the sight of Rin cheating on Shirou with multiple foreigners, her eyes scanning briefly over the sizes of their cocks with a flush shame, but one that she didn't think much of. Rin didn't seem to notice her, so she peered in a bit closer, wondering how to confront her and cause a storm before she ran off to Shirou and 'consoled' him. But caught up in thought and unable to actually look to see what was happening at the side of her, Saber was powerless against what ensued.
Saber was quickly knocked to the floor, a heavy body coming down upon hers. "Hey cutie," said another foreigner from behind. "My friend told me about a cute blonde dragon who needs to be blacked. Is that you?" She was startled, trying to squirm around and pull out from under him, but he ripped open her bodysuit with little trouble, and just like Rin, Saber wasn't prepared to actually respond to the fiery thrills of suddenly taking a foreigner's dick in her pussy.
Gasping out in incredulous panic, Saber's whole body simply stopped, freezing up under the shock of having a thick, black cock filling her pussy up. The baffled cries she let out were completely hopeless, an aimless rush of frustrations and deliriums she didn't have any good idea how to deal with, and she was stuck under the weight of simply having to give up to this. It felt bizarre, her head swimming in baffling thrills and frustrations she didn't have any good, clear idea how to deal with, but she wasn't given any choice, simply getting pounded into and used rougher by the deep strokes from behind.
"What is that?" she asked. it was a confused expression to give up, but it was all she felt capable of. All thoughts of how Rin was cheating on Shirou and a chance had presented itself simply left her. She was suddenly just taking this on, feeling the wildest thrills pushing her deeper down, making everything ache through her. She didnt' care about control or restraint now, only about feeling that meaty cock pound into her deeper. "I feel--I'm not even--" Saber was British. Not Japanese. She didn't understand what was happening here, but her pussy yielded to black dick all the same, surrendering to the thrills of accepting these pleasures utterly. Saber didn't have the willpower in the heat of the moment to ignore how nice this felt, and it burned all her thoughts of outrage away.
"This is black cock," was his only reply, amid his relentless slams forward. The pressure he applied was all he needed to keep up, throwing everything into beautiful chaos. His every deep stroke into the king's waiting pussy filled her with panic and ecstasy, her body writhing underneath his in an expression of utter desperation, and that joy only further pushed her to the limit, made everything feel like a spectacular rush of the kinds of pleasures he couldn't get enough of. The mad thrills being demanded of her forced her down deeper, made everything simply come apart, and she was ready only to succumb. He was out to prove a point, and out to make her come fully undone, a blissful wreck needing this perfectly.
Saber was a strong woman, but in the throes of this ecstasy and with her romantic loyalty to Shirou, though strong and deep, wasn't focused like Rin's was. She was unprepared for the throbbing joy of giving in, of the climax ripping her thoughts to pieces. Cum filled her up and a howl of, "Black cock?" rang out as though she didn't understand the words. She understood them fine, but in the throbbing haze of delirium and frustration, she found herself lacking in any clear way to understand the profound impact it suddenly had on her, ravaging her thoughts and stripping her submission bare.
"Knew you'd like that," the man groaned, remaining buried inside her. He pulled her up from her position on her stomach and onto all fours while ripping her bodysuit open more. "Come over here and help me fuck her," he said to one of the other men, who Saber couldn't see thanks to her headpiece until a pulsating, fat, black cock was shoving its way into her face and she was, without hesitation, opening up to take it. The gesture was automatic, which left her startled by just how readily she accepted the gesture, but without a moment of thought, she dove down to accept it.
The cock tasted faintly of something. Probably Rin's pussy, but that didn't stop her or make her hesitate, simply accepting these feelings and starting her way down into the commotion and fire, surrendering only to the joy of slurping a thick, black dick into her throat and choking on it. Her thoughts weren't her own here, head dizzy from the thrill of getting fucked so hard, and it invoked within her a specific desire and desperation that couldn't be tamed. she had needs. Simple, forward, specific needs, and nothing was controlling her in this strange spiral downward. she didn't know what she was doing or how exactly to handle it, but she felt the desire forcing everything forward, a deepening chaos and haze forcing her to confront the idea that she was in some insane way right where she needed to be.
Ther cock behind her slammed up her ass instead of back into her pussy, and Saber tried to howl out in surprise, only for a pelvis to shove up against her nose, fort her to be filled balls deep at both ends with black dick, and in spite of how insane this was, to not be afraid of it in the least. Pleasures burned through her that felt so perfect and so hazy that she didn't know how anyone could have contained themselves in the face of all this, but all Saber understood was ecstasy. No wonder Rin was cheating on Shirou. Her body jerked back and forth, opening up to the thrill of getting spitroasted. she could feel the man grabbing her hair and the back of the headpiece she wore for leverage while the other held onto her hips, prepared to go all out in using her, and she was oh so very ready to be used.
"Who’s the better cocksucker? The Japanese girl, or this white girl?"
"Think I'm gonna need to try both of them al to more before I can say." They both shared al augh over that one.
Could Shirou fuck like this? The concern and the doubt held heavy over Saber's head as she got used, a curious lack of faith in him leaving her to resort to strange ideas. She felt so good, and Rin's moans from nearby let her know she enjoyed this too, but Rin's words about not wanting Shirou to find her fucking foreign men made her wonder if there was something she was missing. If Shirou couldn't compare to these men, was it really worth chasing after him and to just letting these guys fuck her instead?
It just felt so good, ripping harder through her body, forcing her to confront the strange idea that what she wanted most was to give in and give up, to come apart happily at the seams. She came again, thrashing and buckling under the pressure upon her, feeling the cum flood into her ass and down her throat. Her eyes went cross and a sense of beautiful surrender took her over, forcing her to confront the idea that this was everything she really wanted, and that she just needed to accept it.
Saber was pulled up off of the floor and her headpiece came off, and she found herself watching now as the man pounding Rin from behind filled her up before turning her around to face Saber.
"Saber?" Rin gasped, eyes widening in panic, but as she watched the cum ooze out of her holes and down her legs, she faltered a little bit. Had Saber been fucked too? Did she understand? "Did Shirou se--"
Flinging herself toward Rin, Saber threw her arms around the made and locked lips with her. Her tongue pushed into her mouth, the lingering cum all over her mouth adding a flavour to it that Rin couldn't gripe about given how much foreign dick she'd been sucking. "Forget Shirou," Saber said, eyes cross and wild. "I just want more cock. Let's get fucked together." Saber acted on deranged excitement, seeing the opportunity to give in to these wild pleasures and not able to contain her thoughts; she saw Rin as a friend to share in this now with, and didn't care about anything else around the situation.
The force of the kiss left her a bit startled, Rin feeling dizzy and excited by the pressures upon her, but she didn't fight them. "Fuck," Rin whined. "The I don't have to be afraid of you stealing my boyfriend now, but I can't enjoy it because I don't give a shit about him anymore. What am I to do?" She bit her lip, pulling away from Saber, eyeing her up, and deciding. "Let's get fucked together." Before Saber could respond, Rin pushed forward to kiss her too, and quickly, men stepped up to claim them, a white man getting behind Rin and a black man lining up behind Saber to shove their dicks into them and rekindle the bizarre thrills taking them both by storm.
Saying it out loud, both agreeing to stop caring about Shirou or vying for his attention, felt freeing, and the girls threw themselves into the happy, feverish thrill of trying to get what they could now out of this. They fondled one another while their lips locked together, the girls finding a strange sort of bonding in letting these men use them. If they were abandoning Shirou, maybe they could find joy together as hungry, wanton partners getting fucked by foreign men together instead. It was a nice idea, something that kept things wild and senseless while these pleasures all built up stranger and messier.
They didn't need to speak; they both knew it. Shirou was a fine guy, but black and white cock was a world both of them simply had to lose themselves to.
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Sakura headed to the guest bedroom with a big smile on her face. Saber never came back with Rin, which meant the plan worked. She was ready to advance on the door, knowing what she was going to find there, satisfied by the wicked joys of what she had been planning. The foreigners were her and Ilya's plan. The two agreed that once Rin and Saber were caught getting blacked and bleached, heartbroken, the two girls could move in on him. They were willing to share him if it meant getting the other two out of the way, so they hired a bunch of big, hung foreigners to come fuck the two and overwhelm them.
Boldly striding in through the door, Sakura looked around her. Saber bounced wildly up and down, moaning, "White dick is amazing too!" while jerking off two more guys. Rin was getting triple penetrated. Both girls were getting ganged up on in an interracial furor so bold and so reckless that it didn't seem real to her, with two men standing off to the side. They'd hired eight guys just to make sure all the excitement really drove home its point and there were enough guys to keep tagging in and keeping fucking.
"Looking good, thanks for the help," Sakura said. "It worked perfectly. You sluts only care about foreign dick now, fucked too stupid to care you're hurting Shirou, so now we just have to get him here to see you two cunts being disloyal, and he'll be all mine!"
As she spoke, she didn't notice the two men idly stroking their cocks, who had stopped doing so and begun to advance on Sakura. She stood there gloating in her sluttier-than-normal vampire costume, having dressed far outside her comfort zone just to draw Shirou's eye in this shameless plan. Now, it simply meant easy access when the two men, one black and one white, yanked her clothes away and pushed her to the ground. "Wait, what are you doing?" she shouted. "No, I'm not one of the girls you were supposed to fuck!"
But it was too late. Her pussy accepted that first taste of white dick between her legs, and she saw stars.
Lying on the floor, deep strokes made her shout. She got bleached for the first time, and it was every bit as amazing as she figured it must have been to push Rin and Saber to completely unravel so badly. Her thoughts reeled, and as the black man tugged her top down and straddled her stomach to fuck her tits, she was left to stare in delight at another foreign cock, just as big, just as fearsome, that began to seek reckless, selfless pleasure from her body with absolutely no sense of control or decency.
There was only the raw rush of passion taking her now. Shouting out in wild, hopeless sweeps of delight, Sakura found herself moaning, "Oh my god, they really are big!" She was enthralled, her body struggling to make sense of any of this, thrills and throbs of passion and ecstasy demanding from her so much, and she didn't feel equipped to handle any of it. She let these men use her with their wicked strokes, filling her pussy and ramming between her tits in the name of pure aggression and fever, an indulgence forceful enough to plunge her into panic and worry, a throbbing wreck unable to focus clearly now as the sensations all consumed her "This is--ah, fuck. Maybe Shirou isn't who I needed to be thinking about after all!"
The men she helped hire to come fuck her competition were now all over her, and she found herself in a state of wanton ecstasy, twisting in sweet satisfaction through throbbing rushes of desire and need. The pleasure kept her scrambling harder, and she didn't care about resisting what kept rising through her. Overbearing ecstasy drove on rougher and messier, forcing her to fall further, forcing her to sink into the sweet joy of letting it all go. She felt lost and baffled, a throbbing wreck who needed to fall further into surrender, passion throbbing across her and forcing her to give up. Her legs spread out and her head leaned forward to suck on the cock as it stuck forward out of her tits and she found herself falling ever deeper into unraveling heat.
The pleasure kept her moving, frantic and needy and a dizzy wreck so hopeless and frustrated that she just needed to sink into. It was too much, and she found herself lost to the pleasures that kept forcing her down, kept breaking her thoughts and forcing her to accept that she was powerless here. She needed to give in to this, needed to sink down lower and accept that nothing could save her now. This was too much, and as her thoughts came undone, she just felt like she needed to accept her deepest wants, needed to spiral into a kind of beautiful chaos so relentless and fiery that she didn't care about anything but giving in.
She came hard, a shrieking mess giving up to the chaos and the crushing thrills, letting go of all sense as her pussy squeezed down around him. "Bleach my womb! Fuck! Foreign cock is the best!" Thrashing messily down into this, she found herself completely lost, thrown into a mess of fire and frustration that didnt' feel sane. It was too much, through her so hard and so hot that she could barely comprehend any of this. It was madness, but she was so fucking ready for it, so needy and hopeless and prepared to sink down deeper. She needed it, and she loved every second of giving up to passion and fire. As cum pumped into her womb, she felt all the better about losing herself completely.
The other cock came in her mouth as she pushed back down again, drinking the man’s cum, compeltely committed to the fitful thrills of letting go, savouring what came from this and letting herself completely lose control. “So good,” he groaned, making sure to pull out and shoot his last few ropes onto her face and her chest before pulling back entirely.
"Fuck me again," she whined, writhing and babbling on the floor, eyes crossed, thoughts turned to mush. As the men hoisted her up into her theirs arms and turned her around, she screamed out even louder.” Now black my pussy, yes!" she screamed, shoved onto one dick while the other pushed up her ass, and the ecstasy that conquered Sakura's body now was enough to make her stop even thinking about the possibility that she had been completely double-crossed.
It was into this senseless, orgiastic state, with all three of them compeltely consumed by interracial passion, that the door crept open one last time. Ilya, dressed like a princess, helped her brother find his girlfriend. The betrayal was complete, and the girl shrieked in surprise as she opened the door to find all these women hopelessly panting and moaning, lost to the ravenous thrills of being fucked by white and black men with no thought for Shirou any longer.
"Don't look," Ilya whined, grabbing her brother by the arm and pulling him out of the room. She tried her best to act surprise. "I'm so sorry, Shirou!" As he started to run out of the house, she followed in hot pursuit, ready to console him and ready to make her move knowing that none of the other three could possibly be in her way ow. He'd be heartbroken, sure, but her love was the best love for him, and once she helped 'cure' his heartbreak, she would be the winner of a fight she'd rigged and rigged again.