How to treat masochistic syndrome
You little brat!
Forcing it down my throat like that—
cumming deep inside!
I’ll kill you!
I’ll definitely kill you! Okay, okay—
let go, Doctor!
I get it—
calm down... Phew—
now we’re even.
Can’t have everyone pulling ahead. Calmed down?
Ah, yes... a little... Good.
By the way, Sayoko-san—
if you’re that pissed at him,
fight back the same way, not with violence. Like...
here...
this... But...
he’ll just do it again... No, no—
he’s not that stupid.
Sayoko-san—
go all out, no worries. Ah, wait a sec.
Hmm...
should be around here...
Found it. Here—
my favorite.
Sorry, out of lube—
use your spit, Sayoko-san. If the Doctor says so... Hey—
keep quiet about what I told you.
If you snitch to Sayoko-san—
you know what happens. Finally—
cock’s hard enough to insert.
Too much spit.
Slid right in. You’ll...
there...
watched me closely earlier...
mocking me...
had fun, huh? Wet the tip.
Can’t enter a girl dry.
Get her wet—
or it won’t go in. Wet it yourself.
Why should I get wet for you? No need.
Just leak your pathetic pre-cum—
hole gets slippery on its own. Don’t get it?
No need for me to wet anything.
Your problem—
solve it yourself. Ugh...
Sayoko-san bullying you—
yet your ass clenches so tight...
ah... But—
feel good all you want,
show remorse or Sayoko-san gets mad again... First time held back—
second time, even I can’t stop it. Whatever.
If she snaps—
handle it yourself.
I’m busy pistoning your ass-pussy. Ah—
feels good.
Finally over. Trying to make a big sound—
pulling it out. Your pathetic weak male semen—
like sticking a pencil in a toilet paper roll. Squeeze fast—
no resistance. Grip till it crushes—
ah, leaked a sound. Out, out—
pumped. Don’t get it—
stop. Just die.
Die when cold.
Die when smelly.
Die from bad breath.
Silence—
die.
Die, die—
die, die, die— Sorry...
right hand’s on your waist—
can’t let go...
left nipple only—
bear with it... Ah~~
scratch, scratch, scratch— Ah!
Ah~~ ah~~ Nipple teasing—
u~~n—
changes how the cock’s gripped... Ah~~
erect nipple—
push with wrist, index finger...
grind, grind, grind...
unbearable... Twist, twist, twist— Here, here—
edge, edge, edge— No “pain” from you—
so this is pain, huh? Then—
what if I spoil you? Slurp, slurp, slurp— Energy drained—
what are you thinking? Ego, ego—
hips shaking—
fucking a girl with dead eyes—
don’t show me that, queen. Balls...
heavy...
da...
can I cum...? Mark your deepest spot
with my cock milk—
sticky... You’re mine.
My toy.
Need to scent you—
so everyone knows. This perfect pussy—
no one else gets it.
Never.
My cock case—
no sharing. Ah—
Doctor’s hips slowing.
Speed up the sound. Twist, twist, twist— Hey—
cum with the Doctor.
Match timing—
adjust blood, flesh for his pleasure. Hey—
kindro—
zombie—
Swiss philia—
twist, twist, twist—