Yuto vs Sophia - Hentai Match

Yuto's moaning was increasing in volume and frequency as he got more and more aroused, but Sophia didn't to be eager to get him all the way past the peak of ecstasy. It wasn't something he realized right away, but after getting close a few times only to have the whole stimulation slowing down again, it finally came to him that the woman just toying around with him. And of course, there's nothing he can do about it, no matter how frustrated he became. She already had him on the palm of her hand after all.

"Aaah.... uuh... S-Sophia..." he spoke between his moaning only to pause shortly after. "S-Sophia-sama..."

The honorifics were cute. Sophia could spare the iota to admit that to herself. Her little Japanese delight could play the submissive role rather well. His moans, slight breaths of desperation begging for release. If only his body weren’t so much fun to torture.

Sophia ran her nimble fingers along his shaft a few more moments, long and slow strokes intent on bringing him to the verge of climax. Right there, with one last stroke...she let go. Her hand slipped from his shorts and trailed his fingers up along his toned abdomen, drawing a path up as she cupped his chin and turned his head to force their eyes to meet.

“Finish it.” One demand traveled from her mouth to his, her soft lips following straight after in a firm, yet serene kiss. The Russian’s deprived him of words as her tongue dueled with his in a brief struggle for dominance.

Yuto could feel himself getting close again, but just like before, Sophia stopped right when he needed that last push. Just a touch probably would have been enough and yet...

"Nngh...!" the boy let out a frustrated sigh as he bucked himself a little, as if he's trying to hump the air to get that one last stimulation.

As he was then pulled into a kiss, however, he shuddered as he felt something triggered inside him. All his arousal and built up frustration made his body seemingly reacting on his own. Before his hand could reach for his member, his cock was already pulsating, and then...

"Mmmmhhh...!" Yuto moaned loudly into Sophia's lips, and his juices began to spurt out without him touching his manhood! "Hnngg...!" his body writhe around against hers, his expression turning stupid as his mind went blank.

By the time his orgasm was subsided, it almost looked as if he had turned into a broken doll in her grasps. His body was twitching cutely, his lower half slightly rocking itself back and forth for a bit longer while his gaze turned half blank as he mumbled weakly.

"Mmmbb..."

Sophia released her hold on Yuto when she felt him seize, inviting him to relax every muscle against her as the one between his legs strained. Her hands came to either side of his chest, brushing and grasping against his firm pecs as she planted one last, smoldering kiss against his lips before drawing away, blowing a long and hot exhale into his open mouth.

Her eye roved down to his legs, glancing the wet blotch on his shorts. A cruel chuckle rumbled from her chest to his back. Hardly the first time she'd seen such an abrupt eruption, but it never failed to make her lips curl in the most sinister way. It was as if Yuto's body was confirming what she'd already known, what every man tries to deny. It knew what it yearned for and moved of its own accord, just as Sophia's did. She shoved the Japanese boy to the side like so much trash before she stood tall over his spent form. Her legs slowly paced to his feet, one hand at her hip as she pushed him flat on his back with the flat of her boot.

"What a mess you've made, Yuto." Sophia reached down and peeled the shorts from the Japanese boy's hips and slid them away from his legs. Her eye found their way to his exposed member with a voracious gaze surging forth from her lone pupil. A tongue licked the width of her pink lips as she tossed the apparel carelessly to the side.

Her boot rose from the floor and stomped down on the length of Yuto's stained mast. She leaned in to gaze down at him, resting her elbow on her knee.

“Such a pathetic excuse for a man.” Her weathered soles started to grind against his cock, twisting her foot left and right slowly and surely. “Pitiful and weak. I should crush what makes you whole, yes? And then perhaps you may last long enough to satisfy me. You would like this, yes?”

Shoved to his side, Yuto barely moved for a while as he's still gathering his thought while his body trying to recover from the climax he just had. Even as Sophia pushed him onto his back and stripped his pants, he could only look at the woman with a mixture of nervousness and excitement at the same time. Until he felt her boot stepped on his manhood rather roughly and began to grind on the shaft.

"Aaghh... p-please be careful with it..." he pleaded, groaning and squirming helplessly, grimacing from the sensation.

And yet, his member seemed to remain semi hard from her treatment. It could even be argued that it's starting to spring back to life after a while...

There was an interesting impression made upon the Russian in that moment. Something she found in the way her prey mueled and groveled on the floor, how he bent and twisted so lovingly beneath her boot and beside her words. A certain submissiveness that delighted her to no end. No doubt Yuto was used to this treatment, but to what degree, she had to wonder?

Plenty of ways to find out. Chief among them, experimentation.

“Are you telling me what I must do, Yuto?” Reaching down and grabbing his ankles, Sophia stood tall over the Japanese boy and peeled his legs further apart, revealing the object of his shame for all to revere. As she started grinding her foot hard against his sensitive member, she pulled back on his legs, forcing even greater friction and pressure on his useless appendage. “Not smart.”

"Aaggh...! N-no... I-I'm s-sorry...!" Ngghh..." Yuto groaned as Sophia grind her foot harder on his member.

He could only writhe around helplessly as the woman was holding his legs, preventing him from escaping. Not that he probably could escape even if she didn't do so. At the moment the boy's embarrassment was nothing compared to his concern about her rough treatment to his manhood. Completely at Sophia's mercy, Yuto could only hope that the woman would be kind enough not to rough him up even further down there...

Sophia didn’t relent on the pressure as she worked away on Yuto’s exposed frame. She pulled his legs closer in and dug in with her heel, torturing his spent balls and exhausted member. His mewls only seemed to spur her on. The sinister edge of her smile only grew, revealing more of the pristine white with every second she could steal away from the Japanese boy’s vitality.

With a burning mark left upon her territory, the Russian suddenly removed her foot and dropped the boy’s legs to the floor. She stepped around to his side and slammed her foot squarely on his chest, just threatening a few fractures beneath its hefty weight. One purple gem peered down at him through the veil of her amethyst locks, leaning further over him beyond her shade.

“I am tired of your apologies, червь.” She raised her foot off his chest and move it higher, pointing it low as she touched the tip of her boot to Yuto’s lips. “Show me penance.”

Yuto wheezed as Sophia finally withdrew her boot from his nether region, although the effect of her treatment would remain for several more seconds. Before he could do anything, however, the woman already kept him grounded by having her boot stomping his chest, causing his smaller frame to buck off once. Groaning in discomfort, Yuto could feel himself getting more fearful towards Sophia by each passing second, to the point it almost felt like he's shrinking in her presence.

As the woman then presented her boot to his mouth, he gave her a nervous stare for a moment and gulped. It didn't take a genius to guess what Sophia wanted, but even so it's still not something he could do instantly, given the the audiences and what not. The boy was more than aware that disobedience was the last thing he should consider, though.

Gradually he inched his face closer to the tip of the woman's boot and began to kiss it. Once, twice, then a few more times, wincing while doing so. He could already hear the laughter of the crowds, but really, humiliation seemed like a small price to pay considering Sophia could easily crush him like a bug...

Typically, Sophia wasn’t one to relish in having a crowd. She preferred to enjoy her best work in private, away from prying eyes and the subtle suggestions that came with them. The very idea that this scene could be for someone else’s enjoyment. They couldn’t be more wrong. Each of these depraved buffoons could happily sit in their seats and stir from the inadequate sensations between their legs. The real pleasure was Sophia’s. And it was hers alone.

She dare not tear her eyes away from the sight befitting her now, how vainly the little whelp sought to appease her in his helpless state. His kisses hadn’t touched an inch of skin, but nevertheless sent a writhing sensation through her with each one. Her breathing stalled as she looked on at the sinful effort and those pitiful eyes. This ‘man’ was made to be broken.

How could she let it end there? The tip of her boot came away only to tap him on the forehead, forcing the back of his head to the floor as the leather soles loomed over his face. They cast a wide show, covering every bit of his countenance with all the dust and plenty of creases showing their age. They used to be such a beautiful pair for her fatigues. How disappointing.

“Continue. Or I will crush you.”