Innocent Mitsuri Anal Punished by Tanjiro

So, you remember that one afternoon where things got way too intense, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it—yeah, this is exactly that kind of memory, that specific mitsuri anal training session that started so innocently and spiraled into something I’ll never forget. She was just being her usual flexible, teasing self, all sweet smiles and that perfect pink little hole on display like it was no big deal, and I was supposed to be focusing on the lesson, but honestly, my mind was already somewhere else entirely. It was sweltering, the kind of heat that makes your skin stick and your thoughts get hazy, and she kept bending over, showing off that tight, rosy entrance like a goddamn invitation I couldn’t ignore. My hands were shaky when I finally reached out, just a tentative touch at first, feeling her softness give way under my fingertips, and she let out this little gasp that told me she wasn’t as innocent as she pretended to be. So I pushed a bit deeper, watching that pink ring stretch around my thumb, and she moaned, arching her back even more, giving me full access to that warm, snug space that seemed to pull me right in. The training was long forgotten by then—it was all about that slick, gradual slide, feeling every inch of her clench around me as she whimpered my name, and I knew I had to take control, turning her playful teasing into a proper, rough correction. I spanked her round cheeks until they were flushed and red, then drove back into that tight heat over and over, each thrust making her cry out while she gripped the mat, her flexibility letting her take every bit of me without complaint. By the end, we were both slick with sweat, and she was trembling, that punished hole gaping and dripping with proof of how far we’d gone, and all I could do was pull her close, whispering how good she was for taking it all.