The dim tavern bathroom reeked of stale beer and lust as Chisato, her massive tits spilling from her torn blouse, was slammed against the grimy tiles by Miura, her abusive boyfriend.  His cock pounded her wet pussy raw, her ahegao moans echoing while Satou, her lovesick classmate, watched from the shadows, his dick throbbing with pained desire as she shot him a knowing, teasing glance.  Miura’s cruel laugh rang out as he forced Chisato’s lips around his shaft, her deep-throat gagging soaking her chin with spit, only to pull out and splatter a facial across her big boobs, leaving her trembling for Satou’s hopeless gaze.

That night, Miura’s sadistic game peaked in a sleazy hotel, where he invited his buddies to gangbang Chisato, her tight ass and dripping cunt stuffed with cocks as she screamed, her large breasts bouncing while cum flooded her holes in a sweaty, censored orgy.  Satou’s phone buzzed with photos—Chisato’s ahegao face covered in cum, her pussy creamed—each image a dagger as he jerked off in despair, the NTR agony fueling his lust.  Chisato's moans at Miura's crew, her body a cum-soaked canvas of betrayal, and her voyeuristic glances at Satou twisted the knife even further, brought the public chaos into the hotel hallway. After being released from Miura, Chisato cornered Satou in an alley months later, pressing her big tits against him while whispering, "I'm yours now." Her lips devoured his cock in a sloppy blow job, her tongue milking him until cum drenched her face, then she rode him raw, her wet pussy clenching as she screamed through a creampie, their fuck a public spectacle under the streetlights.  But as Satou panted, her sly smile mirrored Miura’s cruelty, hinting she’d played him too, her body still a bitch’s weapon in this filthy, heart-wrenching game of lust and power.