Eren hooked his fingers around her stretched asshole, his cock sliding in alongside them—thrusting, driving deeper with ruthless force. The hooked grip pulled her upward even as he plunged down into her, fucking hard into Mira's crumpled form.
Her arms had long since sagged forward—trembling and spent. Her knees were bent, hips buckled low, her ass resting on her heels like a throne—offered up in submission. She didn't speak, didn't beg. Her body simply waited, wordlessly demanding from Eren—to finish what he'd started.
And he did. With a grunt, Eren pushed forward, giving her everything.
Mira moaned as his free hand lifted—trailing off her skin, rising high into the air. Mid-thrust, Eren swung it down hard—fast and deliberate—striking her swaying hips with a sharp smack.
Her flesh jolted, ass rippling like jelly under the force, and a guttural moan tore from her throat.
"Aangghhh! Eren!" she cried out, voice ragged.
But Eren didn't stop. He slapped her again. And again.
Each impact landed loud and merciless, making her yelp, scream—gasping for breath she never got. Her hips bore it all, the sting, the pressure, each hit driving the force deeper inside her.
Her asshole quivered around him, tight and trembling.
And below it, ignored and untouched, her pussy gushed freely—releasing in thick waves, orgasming hard, visibly pulsing. But all of it went unnoticed—overshadowed by the brutal, relentless invasion of her ass gripping tight across Eren's cock.
Mira could do nothing but take it. She writhed helplessly beneath Eren's groaning form until his voice cut through the air.
"This won't be enough."
"Wha—" Her eyes shot wide just as Eren rose, towering over her naked form. His hand clamped around her neck, gripping her firmly as he pulled her up.
"Wai—" Mira tried to protest, her voice breaking, but he didn't listen.
Eren slammed back into Mira's asshole without warning, and her body convulsed instantly. The sudden pull—then the brutal plunge of his thick, massive cock—caught her off guard.
She came on the spot.
Her body quivered, her legs gave out, and she writhed sideways, sliding helplessly toward the open gate of the room.
Eren caught her by the hair—fingers tangling through her fluttering strands—and yanked her upright. She gasped as he thrust her forward, slamming her against the open window frame.
"Wait, Eren—!" she cried out, breathless.
But he didn't stop.
This time, he pushed into her dripping cunt—her begging hole—and Mira screamed. Her body convulsed again, orgasming hard as he entered her.
A few mere orgasms weren't nearly enough—for a body this thick, Eren needed more.
"You're going to forget that itch now," he growled, thrusting into her. "Didn't I say that?"
Mira's voice trembled in reply, cheeky even as her body convulsed, "Or maybe…" she panted, "I'm just going to get addicted to this dick instead."
Eren slammed into her harder, making her head jolt forward—bobbing just outside the open window.
"That's your problem," he muttered.
Mira moaned loud in reply, her cries echoing through the yard below as her cheeks clapped back against him, loud and lewd.
Her body bobbed and jerked through the open window—fully visible to anyone who might pass by.
Though the street outside was empty for now, Mira still cried out, her voice echoing faintly into the air.
"Eren—"
Her words were cut short by another brutal slam.
Smack. His hand came down on her cheek."Shut up."
"No… Kyahhh! Eren—!" she gasped again, voice cracking, but then steadied, firmer now despite the trembling.
"The neighbor woman…" she managed, panting, "She—she could see us."
Slap.
Eren pushed harder, hips driving deep as he suddenly reached to the side—grabbing a round object.
Without pause, he shoved it into Mira's asshole.
She jolted, hips buckling hard as her body recoiled—only to instinctively thrust backward against the sudden intrusion.
The force of it shoved her chest outward, breasts pressed outside the window frame—big, heavy, and swinging with every thrust. The undersides slapped against the outer wall, lewd smacks sounding out into the empty yard beyond.
"This isn't the time for that!" she cried, voice breaking.
But Eren's reply came low, firm, unshaken—his cock slamming deep, kissing the mouth of her womb.
"You'll know what time it is… when I say so."
He drove into her again—hard—And Mira moaned, helpless beneath it.
From across the yard—at the far side of the front window—another window creaked open, slowly.
Suspended in place, Mira hadn't noticed. Her legs were already off the ground, lifted and held against Eren's waist as he thrust into her from behind.
His grip was firm around her thighs, keeping her locked in place as he drove into her with each powerful buckle of his hips.
And with every thrust, the candle wedged deeper into her ass, pushed further in by the rhythm of his movements.
Mira moaned uncontrollably, her body writhing under the overwhelming double penetration—stuffed full, trembling, and exposed.
The candle slipped back slightly with each of Eren's thrusts, pushed outward by reflex—the natural revolt of Mira's trembling asshole. Her body clenched instinctively, trying to force the object out even as her womb shuddered with every deep plunge.
"No, Eren—" she cried out, voice cracking under the pressure.
"They'll see us…"
Her plea was weak, fading.
But Eren only chuckled, his breath hot against her back.
"Why?" he murmured, his tone teasing yet biting. "Afraid they'll see you finally getting satisfied… after all these decades? Embarrassed to show what real pleasure looks like?"
He thrust into her again and Mira could only cry out, her voice breaking as the window in front of her suddenly creaked open.
From the opposite window, a woman appeared, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Her gaze lifted—and froze.
She gasped at the sight before her, mouth falling open."What are you…?" she whispered, the words catching in her throat.