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If Katsuki has one regret, it's allowing Mina such easy access into his group of sluts. He does love her and she is his friend, but working with Momo makes him realize that he really should've made her work for her place. It's not often he gets a girl that wants to be with him from the get-go, and getting them to jump through hoops is just as fun as raping them.

Granted, you could argue that Mina did work for it through having her first time be a gang bang, but that's so much less exciting than the way he drags Momo around.

He calls her over first thing Saturday to make sure she's cleaned herself off without ruining the body art adorning her. She arrives in one of her more casual outfits, a blouse and pencil skirt, that makes her look more like a teacher's aid than a teenage girl. He aims to fix that, first and foremost, and asks her what size she is.

"I get all my clothing personally tailored so I'm not exactly sure…" Momo answers, rubbing her elbow. She gets antsy when he questions her hard on things like weight, diet, and size. "Maybe a fourteen or fifteen?"

Katsuki barks out a laugh. He can't believe what he's hearing.

"A fifteen? Damn, I didn't think you were delusional too."

She's an eighteen, bare minimum. With her bust size, he's probably place her at closer to a twenty. Triple XL. She buys from a lot of American brands, though, so it might be closer to just an extra large over there, but that's still too damn big to try and pass herself off as a fucking medium.

He measures her, himself, and finds his guess to be spot on once again. He rings up Mina for a spontaneous trip to the mall and the three of them head out for the day. Momo is much more relaxed with Mina's easygoing energy assuring her and she hardly puts up a fight as Katsuki loads up on outfits he approves of. He's not aiming for a Lolita style since that's still too posh for what he's wanting, but it is close to what he's picturing.

He wants to tear off that older than she looks persona. Yaoyorozu is the youngest of the girls and her insistence at being someone they can look up to is laughable. She wants to be tall, mature, and respectable when her tit size clearly paints a different picture.

"What about something closer to decora?" Mina suggests. "I used to be super into it in middle school."

A little flashy, but it works. They load up on frilly skirts, childish tops, and multi-colored knee socks. Anything with high saturation, primary colors, and covered in patterns. Momo does not like anything they pick out, and she voices her hesitance every time they add something to the cart. Katsuki tells her to shut up before he wipes off the make up he allowed her to wear and exposes her body writing to everyone here.

Afterwards, he throws in a few things that are size fifteen, just to prove a point, and pays for it all using Momo's card. It's not actually that much in the end and they get by carrying three or four bags each.

"From now on, I want you to wear pigtails," Katsuki tells her as they get on the train back to Yuuei. He digs out one of the accessories they bought her: a cutesy set of hair scrunchies.

"What? Why?" Momo questions. She stumbles to hurry beside them while they settle into their section. It's the middle of the day so the train is fairly full. Momo shifts uncomfortably in her seat, her face twisted in pain from her bruised up ass. He took pictures of it this morning and the bruises are gnarly.

"Because it'll look cute!" Mina says. He hadn't told her his plan, but she gets with the program anyways. "Pigtails are great for blowjobs, you know."

"No one will take me seriously. I'll look like a child…" Momo says, pursing her lips. She must understand the unspoken order, however, because she lets Mina pull her ponytail out and split her head into two tails instead.

"That's the point," Katsuki says before pausing. "The first part. Not the second."

"Uh huh," Mina snickers. "Whatever you say, Daddy."

Momo flushes and Katsuki smacks Mina with the cardboard backing of the scrunchies. She cackles and finishes off Momo's new look with a flourish.

It doesn't actually change that much about her, but the difference is staggering already. She pouts, embarrassed, and the pigtails only make her look more adorable. It's incredible how any sense of intimidation he once felt about her dissipates in an instant.

"You can braid these but that's it," Katsuki tells her. "Mina is gonna help you shave too. I want pigtails on your head and smooth skin everywhere else, understand?"

Momo stews in abashment. She mutters a quiet, "Yes, Daddy," and the three of them move on. It's quiet between them for a while, the train rumbling in the background. Katsuki tips his head back and rests his eyes, only to be interrupted by Momo speaking again.

"Umm, Bakugou?"

He hums and cracks open an eye. Momo pokes across the aisle to Mina, standing among a group of older men. She's holding on to one of the handles and her face is twisted in a grimace. Behind her, a man is pressed against her, his hands exploring beneath her clothes.

"Oh, that. Don't worry about it," Katsuki responds, closing his eyes again.

"Shouldn't we… do something?"

"Unless you wanna get gang raped, I'd recommend you stay out of it," Katsuki says. He chose this car for a reason. He's taken it with Mina before due to the very specific reputation it's garnered over the years.

Every train has some history of gropers and creeps touching on unsuspecting women, but this one is known for the pure fact that there aren't any cameras in the very back and, no matter what someone reports, no cop will ever investigate what happens in it. Most peasants know to avoid it at all costs, but Momo has only ever used the train on class weekend trips.

This is where he lets Mina rapebait the most. It's the safest to start with since it's the most closed off and he doesn't have to worry about anyone killing or kidnapping her in front of a crowd on a moving vehicle. It's not the first time she's gotten molested here, and it won't be the last.

Momo looks horrified, though, and can't tear her eyes away from the scene. Mina loses more and more clothes before her stifled noises escape much more clearly. Katsuki hears some of the men muttering about how they recognize her from TV before they press their cocks into her pretty pink pussy.

He lets her enjoy herself and sits back to watch the show with half-lidded eyes. He's not bored, per say, but he's seen this all before and he's not that interested in it. This is more of a gift to Mina for handing him Momo on a silver platter.

What doesn't bore him, however, is the squeak Momo lets out and how she tries to snuggle into his side as a younger guy—a uni student maybe—slides in the seat next to her and places his hand on her thigh. When he notices Katsuki, and how she retreats to him, he takes it off with an awkward laugh.

"Oh, sorry, man. Is this one yours?" he asks.

Katsuki notices Momo's pleading expression and promptly ignores it.

"Yeah, but you can touch her. Little slut loves getting her tits felt up."

"Seriously?" The guy's eyes sparkle.

"No!" Momo hisses, glaring at Katsuki. He only returns it, even sharper, and whispers to behave or he'll airdrop her nudes to everyone on the train, this guy included.

"Go ahead," Katsuki tells the guy when the defiance leaves her posture.

The rest of the train ride is eventful. Mina gets her pussy pounded by a middle aged man panting about how she's his daughter's age while Momo jerks off the college student, her tits pulled out of her blouse and fondled. He ends up cumming all over her hand right before they reach their station, so Katsuki has her thank the stranger for touching her and redress herself.

By this point, Mina has been bent over and spitroasted by a different set of guys and cum drops down her thighs from the first one. Katsuki debates intervening like he had every time they did this before but decides not to. Again, this is supposed to be a gift to her. He can't think of anything better than letting her reach the end of the line.

"Oi, Mina," Katsuki says to her, leading the men fucking her to slow in confusion. "Momo and I are getting off. You seem busy, so I'll come back to get you later. Or you can just drag yourself home when you're done."

Mina pulls her mouth off the cock in front of her with a pop. "You're going?"

"Yeah. Have fun." To the men surrounding her, he says, "By the way, her ass is stretched out if you wanna use that, too."

The men murmur in appreciation and the last thing Katsuki hears is the sound of Mina's surprised shrieks as they stuff her ass and pussy full.

Momo follows close behind him, carrying some of the bags Mina had while Katsuki gets the others. She keeps looking over her shoulder, her eyebrows scrunched with concern.

"You can't seriously leave her behind like that? Do you know what men do to teenage girls when they're alone? What if she never comes back?!"

"Fucking hell, will you calm down?" Katsuki snaps, tired of her buzzing anxiety. "Mina is a tough girl. She can handle herself."

Mina isn't the type of girl to go missing, anyways. If this were ten years ago or if she went to a different school, maybe, but no one touches heroes or heroes in training anymore, and those men know that Yuuei will send a witch hunt looking for her. At most, she'll be passed around for the next fourteen or so hours while the train goes back and forth. When it reaches the end of the line, the conductor will do a sweep for people, find her unconscious on the ground, and rape her one final time before tossing her naked body to the curb. Katsuki plans on getting her well before that point, though, so it's fine.

Worse case scenario, she has to spray some of them with acid. Big deal.

"But—"

"You know what?" Katsuki cuts her off and takes a detour into the station's single person-family bathroom.

He locks the door, drops the bags on the floor, and pulls down his pants enough to get his dick out. Blood has been rushing to it since they got on the train.

"You talk too fuckin' much. Always have," Katsuki snaps at her. "There are much better uses of that mouth."

Momo just stands in front of him, wide eyed. He doesn't have the patience to deal with a virgin, so he doesn't bother teaching her anything. He tell her to keep her mouth open, watch the teeth, and relax if she wants to be able to speak tomorrow.

She doesn't move. She stares, frozen, at the sight of his cock, like she hadn't already seen it yesterday, and he grits his teeth. The shoes she's wearing have a heel on them, giving her an extra couple inches on him, and he doesn't like having to look up to see the fear in her eyes.

"Get on your knees or I'm going to bend you over that sink and stick it in your cunt instead," he hisses, grabbing her by the arm and jerking her down. She winces but obeys, crouching carefully down and frowning at the dirty bathroom floor.

"Have your first kiss yet?" Katsuki asks, stepping to her and tapping his dick against her cheek. He places his hand on top of her head, petting the line where her pigtails split.

"N-no," Momo answers, which is what he figured. She was probably too dedicated to her academics to care about boys in middle school. Instead, they just watched from afar as she got hit nicely by puberty.

"You licked my ass before ever being kissed." He smirks and rubs against her blush. "Why don't you kiss this too? With tongue. There you go."

Momo puckers her lips and briefly kisses his tip, kitten licking the small hole at his request. Her inexperience is made clear by how she awkwardly peppers it with cute little kisses and has to think to add tongue. The effort it takes to train new girls is always worth it when he gets to see their silly attempts and fix them.

"Now you can tell people your first kiss was a dick in a public restroom. How romantic."

He slides his cock past her plump lips. She takes his earlier advice to heart and forces herself to relax her tensing jaw. Her tongue instinctively laps at the foreign object in her mouth and her throat swallows around him in panic. He goes slow for her sake—since he knows he won't be soon.

Momo lets out muffled whimpers and cool air puffs rapidly from her nose, like a riled up cow. He gives her a few seconds to sit with half his cock in her mouth. When she's a calmed down a little, he wraps a pigtail around each knuckle so he can get a good grip on them.

"Mina was right," he says to himself, "this rules."

Katsuki yanks her forward by the hair and bulges her throat. Momo squawks, gagging instantly, and she hits his hips with her hands, trying to get him off. He hits her back by smacking his balls against her chin.

"See, it's easy. A fatty like you knows how to stuff her mouth, huh?" Katsuki uses her pigtails as hand bars and bucks into her. It's a bit mean to fuck her face this roughly for her first ever blow job, but the gross, squelchy noises she makes are too perfect.

Her eyes cross, foamy drool gathers in the corners of her stretched thin lips, and her jostling tits make her look stupid. Pathetic. She tries to say something, but he honestly can't make it out around the lewd 'gawk, gawk, gawk' noises echoing in the bathroom.

He's getting close, already ramped up from earlier, and he groans his approval. Before he can do anything, though, Momo catches a gap in his strength and manages to push him away from her.

Katsuki stumbles back, hitting the wall, and she doubles over. She wheezes and coughs, retching hard like she's about to vomit. Katsuki sucks in air through his teeth and glares at her. Of course she'd ruin his good time just 'cause she's too weak to handle it.

"I was almost there, you bitch," Katsuki remarks. His cock bobs in the air, dripping with her spit.

"S-sorry," Momo says, shuddering. Her voice is raspy. "Sorry. I'm sorry. I just—" She coughs hard enough to make him wince. "I—I need a second."

He rolls his eyes. He might've been too ambitious with her. He expected the great Yaoyorozu to be able excel in every subject but, as always, she comes up short. He goes to change his plans, mostly so he doesn't have to clean her mess before they leave, but he gets struck down by two things happening at once.

First, the way Momo is bent over has her skirt raised enough to flash her panties at him. Her lilac panties with a dark purple wet spot down her slit. It's only for a moment, though, because she, then, gets back into her kneeling position and shuffles over to him, panting.

"I'm okay," she assures him, even though he didn't ask, and nuzzles his spit covered cock, smearing some of her makeup and revealing the writing underneath. "You can—you can keep going. I'm sorry."

He stands still, intrigued, as she pulls off her blouse and looks up at him with hooded eyes, her pupils blown out. It, paired with that panty shot, makes him realize that she's enjoying this a lot more than he thought she was. Is it the rough treatment? The way he talks to her? Or is she just horny because of what happened to Mina?

Regardless, Katsuki re-wraps her hair around his hands and Momo opens her mouth as far as it can go. He doesn't even have to put his dick in because she's already suckling on the tip and bobbing her head, trying to make up for lost ground. He returns to fucking her mouth, but he's less aggressive with it.

"Such a good cow for Daddy," he says. "It's hard to get skullfucked like this, but you're hungry for it, aren't ya? Cattle like you need a firm hand."

He's testing the waters and seeing what she responds to. This time, she moans around him and hollows her mouth—ever the quick learner. It wouldn't surprise him if she did research to prepare for this.

"Can't believe you spent a week trying to convince everyone you didn't want this. Stupid fucking slut. I should've just taken that disrespectful ass mouth in the library."

He picks up speed, back on track to orgasm. Her mouth is pretty decent, and she's not too bad to look at when she's fucked out like this. Katsuki decides to reward her by nudging the toe of his shoe against her cunt and telling her to hump it like the filthy animal she is.

Momo ruts against him and her moans pick up in intensity. The vibrations and pulsing tightness are too much and Katsuki cums down her throat with a shout. He pulls her pigtails so her nose is flush with his pelvis and doesn't let up until she swallows his entire load. It makes her gag horribly, but she never stops grinding against his shoe.

Katsuki uses his other foot to kick her back and she hits the restroom floor with an oof and a look of hurt confusion. To keep her ass from touching the ground, she has her knees bent, legs spread, and her hips hovering an inch in the air. Katsuki places the sole of his shoe on her cunt and applies just enough weight to make her lay flat and cry out from the pressure on her bruises.

"Go on," he says. "Make yourself cum. I don't got all day."

Momo lifts her hips again, this time fighting against the pressure he's applying on her, and tentatively rubs against the grooves of his dirty shoe. There's a look of disgust on her face, either from the dirt treads he's leaving on her underwear or the fact that she's laying on the floor of a public bathroom. It doesn't dissuade her, though, and she holds on to his shoe while she gets herself off with quiet moans.

Katsuki takes out his phone to record a quick video, littering her with praise about how good she looks accepting her place. When she cums, it's much less loud than the ones he's used to. Momo bites her lip with a quiet gasp and her body trembles with the afterglow.

"All done?" he asks, just to make sure.

She nods, tired. "Thank you, Daddy."

He hums and internally debates how far he wants to take this. The TOILET written across her mouth is almost entirely visible and it calls to him more than he'd like to admit. He initially wrote it down because he'd seen it before in porn and knew it would be degrading as hell to put on her, but Mineta had nearly nutted in Hagakure's mouth when he saw it during their discussion last night. The idea that followed is one of the few Katsuki actually considers as the pressure in his bladder grabs his attention.

He's curious, that much he'll admit, and the whole point of having five girlfriends is being able to try and do everything he's ever been curious about. Otherwise, what the fuck's even the point?

Katsuki steps over Momo's body so he has a foot on either side of her stomach and she stares up at him nervously.

"Daddy…?"

"Sit up," he barks. "I need to take a piss."

Momo pushes herself up on her elbows, dumbfounded. "What? Wait, no—"

He doesn't give her enough time to get away. He holds his softening dick and lets out a steady, warm stream of clear piss. Momo yelps and throws her hands up to protect herself as it splashes across the skin of her chest and stomach, soaking into her bra. She's shell shocked, gasping loudly and scrambling to sit up and away.

Thinking quick, Katsuki grabs one of her pigtails to bring her head closer and aims into her open mouth. She immediately gags and snaps her mouth shut.

"Open," Katsuki snaps at her, shaking her head. "Fucking drink it, bitch."

Momo grimaces and lets out a wounded noise. She reluctantly opens her mouth again. The head of his cock rests on her bottom lip and piss fills her mouth. She can't bring herself to swallow, so it just gathers and overflows, trailing past her lips and down her body until she's sitting in a puddle of it.

When he finishes with a quiet sigh, he shakes off above her face. Drops of urine splatter across her cheeks and closed eyes. Momo flinches and whimpers, a funny looking expression on her face while she panics with his piss in her mouth.

"Swallow," Katsuki orders, looking down on her.

It takes her a little bit, but she eventually shuts her mouth and forces it down with a shudder. She shakes, both from the cold of the bathroom and from how upset she is, but he'd be remiss not to notice the hazy, horny look in her eyes.

"Am I d-doing well?" Momo asks, desperate for the praise. She pauses and hastily adds, "Well enough t-to get your coaching?"

Katsuki tilts his head back and forth in thought.

"A good toilet drinks all she's been given," he says.

"I'm sorry," Momo falters. "I'll do b-better."

He steps over the mess he made, washes his hands, and tells her she has ten minutes to clean this shit up and get dressed in one of the outfits they bought her.

While he waits, he does a little research about the dangers of drinking piss. It's not safe, but it's not the worst thing ever either. Not any worse than the effects of making her starve herself, at least. He ends up going down a rabbit hole of forum threads about dominants making their submissives drink piss semi-regularly and bookmarks them to take notes later. He's just curious, is all.

Momo comes out, nine minutes after his order, dressed in a frilly, cow print dress and a bow around her middle. Her hair is still in pigtails, though it's clear she pulled them out and ran her hair through water, and she settles next to him with her head hung low. She's covered her face back in makeup, though, so he doesn't see what she has to be embarrassed about.

"Good choice," he comments on her outfit, grinning. He likes the idea of making the cow thing more permanent. Hagakure, his pig, and Momo, his cow. Maybe he can get away with calling her Moo-Moo at some point.

They get back to the dorm without much fuss and Katsuki lets her leave to shower and wash all her new clothes. Because she'd been so good, he gives her permission to actually clean herself, even if it means washing off a good chunk of his body writing. Luckily, the sharpie stands strong and all of his doodles are faded but visible when she's done.

He has a good feeling about this. He spends the rest of the day either planning different things he can do to humiliate Momo, working on school work, or taking the time to give his girls attention. He leaves to find Mina a few hours after he left her behind.

As expected, she's still on the train. He finds her, exhausted and panting, laying on some seats while an older man fucks her. Her clothes have all been stolen, except for her boots where her phone is stuffed, and she's covered in sweat, cum, and spit. Her pink skin is littered with purple marks in the shape of teeth and hand prints.

Katsuki lets the man cum in her before picking her up and taking her off the train. Cum overflows her cunt and ass, dripping a trail behind them. People at the station give them scandalized looks, but no one actually does anything about it. No one ever does anything about it.

"I liked that shirt, you dick," Mina says. Her voice is hoarse and she sleepily holds on to him.

"Send me the link and I'll buy another," Katsuki says, "but don't act like it wasn't worth getting ran through."

She hums and nuzzles against his neck. "It'd be more worth it if you left me there all night."

He considers that for a moment. Momo was right, though; it is dangerous after a certain point. But Mina clearly likes that danger. She's adventurous—the kind of girl who wants to get sex trafficked to a different country just to see what happens.

"Maybe next time," he relents.

He takes a turn into a short cut through a semi-residential area, something a little more private than walking through the city.

"How was Yaomomo?"

"Better than I assumed she'd be," Katsuki says. "I think she's more like you than I thought."

Mina tilts her head curiously. "In what way?"

"When she told me she was just in it to lose weight, I did believe her," Katsuki says, "but, now, I think that might've been an excuse. She was too nervous to ask me directly to fuck her, so she stooped to pretending she was too good for me."

Whether it's because she wants the experience from an objective metric or she's a curious little whore, he's not too sure. Doesn't matter either way, so long as it gets his dick wet.

"She did come to me first," Mina says. "She wanted to know if you were really helping the others lose weight and how. I told her the truth—mostly. I said you gave diet tips in exchange for sex. When she came back again, after you told me and Kyouka to talk to her, she asked a lot of questions about what kind of sex. I tried to steer the conversation, but Kyouka just ended up telling her a lot. Warned her not to get involved."

"What'd she say?" Katsuki asks, narrowing his eyes. He takes back the praise he gave Jirou and replaces it with plans for a punishment.

"She didn't say it was rape but…" Mina trails off, shrugging. "She said it was the biggest mistake she ever made and that you practically torture us by humiliating us at every turn. She even showed her the nipple piercing you made her get. I made sure she didn't say anything that damning, but there was only so much I could do."

Katsuki's thoughts turn in his head. "But she… didn't say it was worth it?"

"I mean, she did, but it was weird. It was like… she was warning her so she wouldn't fight back when you took her."

Huh. Interesting.

It worked, so he can't be too mad about it. But if Jirou was being honest, that means Momo came back to him expecting that treatment. Wanting it, maybe. He likes the sound of that.

"Hey, Kat?" Mina asks, interrupting his thoughts.

"Hm?"

"Can I be the one that punishes Jirou? I kinda wanna see what happens if I burn her with my acid."

Katsuki scoffs. "Absolutely not. That's gonna melt her skin off, idiot. She needs that."

If they could dilute the acid, then maybe. Otherwise, it's too dangerous. He doesn't want to fucking kill her.

Mina groans but doesn't put up much of a fight. She likely knew his answer before she even asked.

"Fine. Can we get one of those surgeries that cuts her clit off, then? So she can only cum on cock, if she can cum at all?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Katsuki eyes her incredulously. Her suggestion sinks in a little more. "I'll think about it," he amends.

—

By Monday, Katsuki is back in the groove of things.

He sends Momo to class in a school uniform that's a few sizes too small—one he made her craft herself—and she spends most of homeroom stewing in the embarrassment. Her button up needs the first two buttons left undone to make room for her massive jugs and it stretches around her stomach and hips, outlining the fat she tries to hide. Her skirt ends up practically miniature, riding high enough on her thighs that her ass is hanging out.

She looks like a slut purposefully flaunting herself, and their teachers agree. Aizawa doesn't anything because he's a pussy (and he thinks uniforms are useless), Ectoplasm lectures her on the importance of being presentable, Midnight gives her tips on how to style herself better, and Present Mic actually dress codes her—which is pretty rich given what he comes in with. Much to Momo's dismay, Mic is a fucking sleazebag, so his method of discipline for improper uniforms is feeling up his student and making her suck his cock.

Momo runs crying to Katsuki afterwards, telling him all about the encounter and how Mic thought she was dressing like this for attention from boys. He stuffed her under his desk and made her deep throat his pierced cock, something Katsuki didn't need to know the specifics of.

It's actually kind of funny because she isn't sixteen for another couple weeks and Mic's morals mean that he's fine fucking her face, but he draws the line at taking her virginity. Apparently, he told her to come back around once she's, quote-unquote, legal.

Good for Katsuki since it means he still gets first dibs, but still insane to hear out loud. Part of him debates whether or not he likes Mic enough to let that happen. The guy is annoying as shit, but he's a decent teacher and he compliments Katsuki's English every time he turns in a perfect essay. He'll see how he feels when the day comes. He already has plans to take her anal virginity and piss in her ass that day, so he won't make any promises.

On Tuesday, he has her research different sex toys so she can start making them. While he waits, however, he takes her card to, once again, go on a little spending spree.

(The Yaoyorozus are much wealthier than the Bakugous, and that's a fact Katsuki resents because none of them have worked a day in their lives. It's all generational wealth, stocks, investments, and the occasional marriage to a high rolling CEO. His parents worked to get the funds he has, and he's still only vaguely upper middle class.

With the eventuality of Momo getting cut off in the horizon, he intends on taking advantage of her funds as much as possible. He's stopped using his savings all together and only uses her card when he needs something, regardless of what it is.)

He buys loads of things for his girls as a whole, but the notable ones are: a skimpy cow themed outfit with a headband and tail, a breast pump, and a mask with a fleshlight attached to it.

When it all comes in on Saturday, Katsuki dresses her up in the outfit, attaches the pumps to her tits, and fits the mask over her head, stuffing the fleshlight in her mouth and turning her into a literal fucktoy. It's not as good as if he were to just fuck her mouth, but the appeal mostly comes in the statement it makes.

The mask covers her face in black fabric so only the silicone pussy mold in her mouth is visible, and she gets to sit with her tits being sucked on by a machine attempting to milk her while he calls her a fat cow. He does end up cumming in the toy and that still feels pretty good, so there's no complaints from him.

By the spacey look in her dark eyes when he takes the mask off, there's no complaints from her either.

"Open up. Daddy needs to piss," Katsuki says, lightly slapping her cheek.

It's another thing he's been really enjoying with her. He never thought piss play would be his thing, but he loves how gross it is to make a chick deal with it. Momo fights him a lot, at first, and makes the argument that it's unhygienic. To which he responded with fucking duh. That's the whole point.

But he sweats more than most people, so he drinks more to make up for it, and his piss comes out pretty clear every time he goes. It's basically just salty water at this point and, when she realizes that, things go much smoother.

Momo kneels between his legs with her mouth and her tongue out, ready to catch drops she misses. He tries to purposefully hold back his stream, as much as his body will really allow, just to give her ample swallow time. He likes when she gets it all, and he hates when she gets it everywhere and has to clean it up after.

Katsuki pisses in his toilet with a sigh, hand around her throat to feel her rapidly swallowing as his urine fills her mouth. As usual, she struggles to keep up and, soon enough, he overflows and the access soaks into her cow outfit and runs down her tits, expanding to the rhythmic suction of the pumps.

He empties his tank and Momo suckles on his tip to drink as much as she can. Without being asked, she shuffles back and leans over to lap up the small puddle on the floor.

Katsuki watches, deep in thought, and makes the decision to finish this game once and for all.

"Momo," he calls gruffly, tugging on her pigtail. She sits up and looks at him, much like a dog. "I think you're ready to become my girlfriend."

Her eyes widen. "Really? I—are you sure? But you said—"

"I know what I said," Katsuki interrupts. She'd asked him earlier in the week when he'd finally let her in officially and take her virginity. She wasn't excited for it, really. Even if she wants him to treat her like shit, which he's all but confirmed at this point, she's still very hesitant about have real, penetrative sex. To the point where she even offered to be anal only, like Ochako, since that wouldn't break her purity.

He denied the latter offer and told her that she wouldn't be ready for a long time. He was having too much fun, and he wasn't sure if he liked her enough to actually deal with having her beyond a quick fuck. He thinks he was just burnt out from Hagakure and Ochako's bullshit, so he'd been more wary than he normally would be.

He's mostly gotten over it, though. She's grown on him, and this week has definitely proven her commitment.

"I just have one last question," he says. Momo, ever the studious teacher's pet, straightens up and her expression turns serious. "If I told you that I intend on making you lose weight through a diet of only piss and cum, would you still want my help?"

An insane question, truly. He's no doctor, but he knows it's not possible. She'd probably pass out and die a few days in.

But the realism isn't the point, it's the principle.

Momo subconsciously licks her lips of any remaining piss and glances at the fleshlight mask she just swallowed his cum from. She's actually considering it, weighing the pros and cons. She knows the objectively correct answer, but does she know the right one to get what she wants?

"I… if you think that's best…" she trails off, unsure.

It's not as confident as he'd been hoping, but she's not fully broken in yet. She doesn't know the pleasure a bitch can feel with her cunt plugged up. He'll take this as good enough. He's honestly too impatient to wait much more. It's a wonder he managed this long.

"Go shower and get dressed. It's time," he says.

Momo stumbles to her feet, expression open with anxiety. It's the first time since they started seeing each other that she's being properly faced with the next and final stage of their relationship. Once they do this, there is no going back.

Momo meets him outside the dorms when shes' finished. It's dark out. Everyone has finished with dinner and retired to their rooms to hang out before bed. The campus is mostly empty, so there's no one to see her shuffle out, face ablaze.

Katsuki spent a lot of time preparing for this moment, including picking the outfit she'd wear. It's a trashy number: a black under-bust corset to accentuate her curves and hide her stomach with nothing on top, so her tits hang bare with black, x-shaped pasties on her nipples. Her mini skirt has a black and white cow pattern on it with a chain hanging from the belt loops, and her legs are clad in fish nets. Finally, her boots are black, shiny, and they reach her knee with a tall heel. It, paired with her neatened up pigtails and dark red lipstick, is exactly how he imagined it.

She looks likes what she is: a stupid, ditzy teenager masquerading as a mature woman out of her league. She's almost unrecognizable from the snooty girl he met on his first day, looking down on him from afar while Iida scolded him for disrespecting school property. She never said a word to him, only made it a point to criticize his decisions during every training exercise. He didn't even think she was wrong most of the time, but he can't stand hearing opinions from cunts whose tits weigh more than their brain.

"Katsuki—" Momo catches herself. "Daddy, I… this is wildly inappropriate. If any of the cameras catch me or—or if anyone sees me, we'll definitely get expelled."

She frets with her arms around her chest, shivering as the warm August days transition to cold September nights. Katsuki offers her one of Mina's brown fur coats to complete the look and laughs at her worries.

"It'll be fine," Katsuki says, rolling his eyes. "We aren't gonna stick around long. Just try to keep up."

He strides forward and Momo stumbles after him, unused to wearing boots with stiletto heels. She usually dresses like a little princess with wedged slip-ons and classy Mary Janes.

"I don't understand why you're so insistent on dressing me up like this," she says, pursing her lips.

Katsuki keeps his eyes ahead of them, scanning for teachers. They often do late night rounds and he doesn't want to deal with getting interrogated. Yuuei has a curfew and rules about leaving campus without permission and, normally, Katsuki would adhere to them rigidly. But sometimes sacrifices must be made for the greater good and he pawned a security code off Midnight for this.

"'Cause I like it," he replies simply, "and 'cause you get off on it, whore."

"I—I do not!" Momo stammers, beat red.

He doesn't dignify that with a response.

Katsuki takes her off-campus in a late night bus. Momo hangs off his arm and avoids making eye contact with any of the strangers already there. She covers as much of her body with the fur coat as she can, but the bus driver still gives her a once over and a disheveled guy with patchy stubble swaps seats to sit on the other side of her and smell her hair.

She tries to ask Katsuki for help with her eyes, but he ignores her. Because of where they're going, he's trying to keep a much lower profile. He's dressed nondescript with a dark outer coat, a beanie, and a pair of sunglasses. He keeps his head down and doesn't bail her out, so she has to awkwardly make small talk with the thirty-something year old man flirting with her.

"You're very pretty," he says, leaning in close.

"Heh, thank you," Momo responds, smiling tightly. She scooches closer to Katsuki, who scrolls on his phone, bored.

"So," the man emphasizes, "what's a pretty little thing like you doin' all alone this late at night?"

"Oh, I'm not—I'm with—" She nods back at Katsuki. "I'm with my friend."

The guy glowers at Katsuki, irritated by his presence, and says, "I'm sure he won't mind if we become friends, right?"

Katsuki finally looks up at the pointed statement and glances between them. Momo silently pleas at him and the man has an expression clearly asking him to throw the guy a bone. Fine, whatever.

"Two thousand yen and I'll let you make out with her until our next stop. Take it or leave it," Katsuki says.

"What?" Momo exclaims as the man readily agrees and coughs up the money. As soon as the notes are in Katsuki's hand, the man pulls her close and plants a wet kiss on her ruby lips. Her first kiss—bought by a stranger.

Momo tries to struggle out of his grip, but he never lets up. He groans and huffs, eyes closed while hers are wide open. He sticks his tongue in her mouth, swaps way too much spit with her, and smears her lipstick around his lips. For fifteen minutes, Katsuki listens to grating wet smacks and quiet whimpers.

When they reach their stop, he grabs her by the hand and tugs her away. The man tries to give her his number before they leave, but Katsuki storms ahead, irritated. Momo nearly trips on the pavement.

"Why the hell did you do that?" Momo asks him, spitting in the grass and wiping the smudged lipstick off.

"Free cash and it shut him up," Katsuki answers. "Just be glad I didn't make you suck him off."

She goes to complain some more, but stops when she realizes where they are. The bus stop they ended in is covered in fresh graffiti after the city cleaned it up last week, and music thuds from the various clubs and venues lining the brightly lit street. Since it's a Saturday night, every building is filled with people.

"Katsuki," she breathes, "what are we doing in the Red Light District?"

Musutafu's downtown isn't much to look at when you compare it to much more popular cities, like Tokyo or Osaka. It has some decent hostess bars, some nice night clubs, and a fair amount of places to eat, but it's not as dingy or dangerous. You don't see homeless youth trying to make a living or pimps trying to recruit on street corners. Heroes tend to hang around here a lot, so it's pretty clean.

Except for Hooker Alley. In the corner of the district is a thin alleyway that stretches on forever, encased on either side by multi-story brick buildings. Doors line those buildings, mostly as side entrances into the private back rooms of these establishments—back rooms that prostitutes lead clients into. It's not uncommon to see scantily clad girls hanging in the alley, cooing out to passing men like sirens.

Or, at least, that's what Katsuki was told. Sero told him about it a little while ago in an offhanded remark that had Katsuki looking into it out of curiosity. It's the only place in the city with a legitimate brothel—a legal strip club, technically, that just allows patrons to fuck the strippers—and it's a no man's land. Cops and heroes avoid it if they can help it because a lot of these buildings are owned by very rich, very smart people that know how to invest in loop holes and grey areas. For those who care about what happens to people who fall through the cracks, it's a poignant horror. For those with an interest in seeing girls suffer, it's a haven of depravity.

"Katsuki." Momo tries again, tugging on his coat. She withers beside him as he leads her into the maw of a distinctly adult area.

Flashing neon lights point towards entrances and they walk by them, aiming for the darker, shadier back alley with flickering lamp lights and loitering bodies. Mostly women with a couple of men, all dressed provocatively. Similarly to what he has Momo in.

"Daddy," she hisses, her final attempt.

"What?" He drags her forward. He doesn't care about the eyes watching them.

"We can't be here!" she says, frantic. "Let's just go home before someone calls the cops—or we get mugged by villains!"

Katsuki scoffs. For someone that wants to be a hero, she's quite cowardly.

"Shut up. We're almost there."

Where, exactly, he's not sure. This place isn't exactly legal enough to find information about online, and Sero's vague descriptions didn't include a map of the winding alleyways.

Katsuki surges forward, eyes darting from the dim lanterns lighting the way to the rusty, graffitied signs hung on walls. He wraps his hand around Momo's wrist to keep her from running away and the two of them pass by men covered in tattoos, women dressed in tiny strips of clothing, and a plethora of immoral activity. Some are doing drugs off benches, and others are getting their dick sucked. Momo stares at them, scandalized.

"There," Katsuki says, grinning wide.

A thinner alleyway forks off the main one into a dead end they call Devil's Crack. As they approach the entrance, the sound of high pitched moaning spills out the dirty curtain pinned between the two buildings. Most of the places you'd go to for sex around here cost quite a bit of money, either from the brothel's services or the need for a shoddy hotel room. Having a hooker for even an hour can burn a hole through your pocket.

Some cheap whores from a few years back made this place as a solution. Got a client but nowhere to take him? This place is always free if you can ignore the grime, dirty needles, and public sex. It's a narrow passageway, only the width of two people standing shoulder to shoulder, with naked women painted on the concrete walls. On the left side, the building has a line of indents with a thick slab of concrete on the base of each one, making it a perfect one person seat to chill on—or a good surface to fuck a bitch on.

"Katsuki, you can't be serious! We can't—we can't do this!" Momo whispers to him, frantically tugging on his coat. Her eyebrows are furrowed in horror. She glances around, overwhelmed.

From the entrance to the end of the alley is about a dozen or so of these indents with a meter in-between. None of them are very deep; if someone presses against the very back, most of their body is still visible to anyone looking in. The bases are the perfect height too, so no matter if they're sitting or bending over it, their hole almost directly against a man's pelvis.

It's not even midnight on a Saturday, so seven of the twelve cubbies are already occupied by women either fully naked or with their skimpy outfits flopping off their limbs. Their moans overlap each other and their purses are stuffed with the night's earnings. These are the city's most desperate girls trying to get a buck off their loose holes.

"You're a whore now," Katsuki says, low in her ear. "Either you get fucked like one or we go home and all your hard work is for nothing. You don't really wanna lose this, do you?"

That's what this week has been about: showing her everything she could lose by refusing. He could have fucked her that first night and called it a day, but he wanted to savor it and he wanted another girl who, like Mina, stayed because she liked what he did. After the shit with Hagakure and Ochako, he needed a palette cleaner of a real bone fide slut that wouldn't fucking lie to him.

Momo swallows thickly. Her expression is judgemental, half looking down on these women for debasing themselves and half envying them for it. There are no expectations when you're a whore, no status to reach or parents to wag their fingers at you. In a way, Katsuki equally envies them. He's shouldering the burden so his girls can live a much easier life than he could ever have.

She must realize he's right because she runs her hands over her face and sighs in resignation.

"Fine. Yes, fine. Do you have a condom?" Momo asks him expectantly. Katsuki notices a used one on the ground behind her and gives her a withered look.

"I don't use condoms," he says plainly.

"You do now," Momo says. From the palm of her hand, she pulls out a shiny foil package and offers it to him. It's nearly identical to the ones his father tried to give him and his reaction is just as irritated.

"I'll pull out," he says.

"I can't risk it," she says. "My parents will kill me if they find out I'm doing this. Just wear it and I'll figure out a way to get on birth control later."

Katsuki stares at the condom as if his glare alone will set it on fire.

"Either you wear it or we leave," Momo says firmly.

She isn't bluffing. She'll risk never getting her fix from him if it means not getting cut off from her wealthy estate. She isn't just a whore who likes getting treated like shit, she's a whore with an agenda and her goal of becoming a hero could be jeopardized from losing her family.

Katsuki is pissed. Who does she think she is? A bitch giving him an ultimatum. God, he can't wait to see her face when he knocks up that snobby rich cunt.

"Fine," he mirrors her, sharp and hard. He snatches the condom from her hand and she visibly relaxes.

With him agreeing to her terms, she tentatively grabs his hand and leads him forward with a confidence she doesn't have. They pass by a couple of the hookers, Momo trying to avoid eye contact when possible. Katsuki offers them no such privacy. He catches as much of their bodies as he can. One of them is a fox mutant with mahogany red fur and ears that twitch with the pleasure she moans out. He's never had much of a thing for mutants, but he likes the size of this one's tits.

His attention returns to Momo when she picks her poison: the ninth cubby. It's the cleanest of the empty ones remaining. She timidly sits down on the base, surrounded on both sides by filthy sex. To her left is an older woman with cherry red lipstick being anally fucked with a small, caged dick between her legs. To the right is a younger woman riding a guy while he puts a tab of ecstasy on her tongue to dissolve.

Katsuki ignores them both, uninterested in drugs or dick (though, the cage does linger a bit in his thoughts—Kaminari might benefit from one). He takes Momo's fur coat off and tosses it on a rickety old table behind him, where many others have thrown their extra garnets. After that, he bends over her to pepper kisses around her neck. Momo shivers and wraps her arms around him, but he's only doing this so he can whisper in her ear.

"Take the skirt and panties off. Leave everything else. I don't wanna see your ugly stomach chub," he says. He stands back up and unbuttons his pants.

Momo's hands brush against the corset covering her fat, hesitating. With a deep breath, she obeys and pushes down her skirt and panties, leaving her only in the fishnet tights and hooker boots. Her pussy, much prettier now that it's been waxed, is already wet and clenching around nothing. It's been begging for this moment since the day Momo ambushed him in the library.

He does her the courtesy of tossing her clothes with her coat and makes a dramatic, annoyed show of ripping open the condom and rolling it on to his cock. It's the first time he's ever put one on and, honestly, he hates it just as much as he thought he would. It's the right size—as expected for someone as detail oriented as Momo—but it's so… constricting.

Momo breathes a sigh of relief when it's on and adjusts her position on her little seat. She shuffles her ass so it's practically hanging off the edge and nervously spreads her legs as far as they can go, which isn't actually that far. He ends up lifting them both up so her feet are over his shoulders. He gets an idea of how to get the condom off and bends over until his lips are centimeters away from hers.

She closes her eyes to lean in for the kiss, but he pulls away last second.

"I don't kiss piss-drinking sluts," he murmurs. "Especially not ones that make out with random old dudes on the bus."

Her eyes open, a little hurt. "But we're…?"

"We aren't making love, Momo. I'm fucking you like you're a goddamn prostitute in front of all these low lives. Don't expect me to be sweet on a cunt that doesn't deserve it, understand?"

While he speaks with her attention, he subtly rolls the condom off and lets it fall to the ground. He nudges his tip into her soaking wet slit and the dumb ass virgin is none the wiser.

She only licks her lips and nods, not resisting her place. "Yes, Daddy."

The slide in is the most satisfying of all the girls. He's been dumping loads in all of them so it's not accurate to say he's pent up, but the week he spent training Momo has felt like one long blue balling session. She's tight from purity and soaking wet from all his teasing, making the glide perfect even as he tears through the slight resistance of her hymen.

She whimpers at the small sting of pain, the rest of her expression yawning in pure bliss. Inch by inch, he settles inside her.

"Feel good, finally being filled by a man?" he murmurs.

She slowly nods. Her eyes are hazy and he's amazed by how little it took to shut her brain all the way off. "I… I thought it would hurt more… everything I read said it would hurt a lot."

"I can make it hurt," he says, grinding into her. She gasps and writhes beneath him.

Mina once joked that it only hurts if you're pure of heart, and Katsuki does actually believe that to a degree. In reality, it only hurts if you're not already a brain-dead sex doll with a body specifically molded to do this from birth. For all that Momo is a fat ass cow, she's equally shaped with the same proportions as Midnight: busty and curvy and lips pouty enough to give her a killer sex face. There is no world where she doesn't turn into a man's sex pet, serving his cock and having back-to-back babies for as long as she can. Her cunt is made for this.

He rocks into her, letting her adjust to it. Despite how little he's actually moving, she's already panting like a dog. Her pussy flutters around him and her hands scramble to find something to hold on to. There's nothing, however, so she flattens her palms against the concrete walls of her cubby and bats her eye lashes at him.

"Daddy," she whispers, squeezing around him. "Daddy, please, give it to me! Use me t-to pleasure yourself!"

Her intonation is as aristocratic as ever, which only makes it hotter. Prim, proper little Momo begging to get her pussy smashed in a dank alleyway. Katsuki obliges.

He adjusts his stance, holds on to those wide hips, and thoroughly enjoys himself as if she really were a rented whore from the brothel next door. Her virginity bleeds down his shaft and stains her smooth skin the color of her lipstick. It's proof of her debauchery that drips on to the discarded condom. Her pussy squelches every time he enters her from how wet she is.

Totally worth the wait of breaking her down—but he doesn't say that. She wouldn't want him to say that.

"Hard to get any pleasure when I'm forced to look at you," he mutters in her ear, smacking the part of her ass hanging off the concrete slab. "Your cunt's decent for a piece of fuckmeat, but I've had better."

Momo shudders and arches her back with a drawn out whine. Katsuki slams his hips against hers, bottoming out with each hearty thrust. He sets a consistent pace, not too fast but not too slow either. He wants to drag it out. How often is he really going to be visiting this place?

"Jirou?" Momo asks, barely above a whisper. It's nearly drowned out by the other women being fucked.

"Oh yeah, Jirou's way better than you," Katsuki responds, feeling her tighten around him. For some reason, Momo is obsessed with Jirou. He doesn't know when he picked up on it, but he realized early on that Jirou was her inspiration. He guesses she idolizes Jirou's body shape, or maybe the freedom she has having rock star parents. Either way, something about being compared to her gets Momo going, especially when that comparison points out that Momo is less desirable in every way.

He finds it much more tolerable than Hagakure's competitive streak against Ochako since it's not born of desperation. Momo competes because she likes to lose, not because she wants to win, and Katsuki loves a losing girl more than anything. There's something equally appealing about pairing the girl he's going to turn into a porn star with the girl he's going to pimp out.

"You think she's prettier than me?" Momo simpers, tilting her head back and letting her eyes droop shut. Her mouth is perpetually open in a silent moan, and Katsuki vows to make her scream by the end of this.

"Obviously," he snarks with a punishing thrust that makes Momo yelp. "Tight body, pretty face under all that makeup. She's not a fat bitch like you."

He ruts into her and Momo lets out long moan that covers his insults from the ears of those surrounding them. He keeps his voice low, just in case, as he tells her all the ways she's the worst of all his options. She isn't as smart, or as hot, or as good in bed, or as capable of being a hero. The only way it'd ever happen is by sleeping her way to the top and he's not even convinced she could do that.

Momo grows in volume until the steady stream of arousal overwhelms her and she can't ask him any more questions. Her breathy, high pitched moans join in with the overlapping symphony of whores being fucked against this wall until they're indistinguishable from the rest. Katsuki fondles her jiggling tits.

"Ah, ah, ah! Oh, it feels so good, Daddy! Right there!" Momo says, biting her lip and rolling her hips into his thrusts. She garners the attention of her neighbors, who glance at her curiously in the middle of their own depravity.

"Yeah?" Katsuki mutters. He shifts the angle a bit so he can hit where he thinks her g-spot is, based on her vocal reactions. "Worth being fucked stupid by a man that hates you? Worth disappointing your parents by turning their little girl into a whore?"

Worth forsaking the Yaoyorozu name?

"Mmm! Oh god, yes! Yes! Daddy, I need more! Give me more! Please!" Momo demands and reaches down to rub her clit.

He smacks her hand away. Only good girls are allowed to touch themselves and if she wanted to be a good girl, she would have sat on his cock the second she propositioned him in the library.

Instead, Katsuki doubles over her, his knees bent, and slams into her drippy cunt as fast and hard as he can manage in the slightly awkward position. She squeals to the quick thwapping sound of their skin slapping and her moans for Daddy echo in the alleyway.

When she cums, it's with only a brushing of his pelvis against her clit. She spasms and arches her back, eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her pigtails are frizzy, sweat is soaking into her corset, and her limbs tense with the force of her first real orgasm. He's made her cum plenty of times, but nothing compares to one from getting dicked down.

"That was—so good," she pants, tits heaving with the rise and fall of her chest.

Katsuki glances down at his bare cock, a mix of her slick and blood coating it as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in. He lets himself breathe with her, his muscles starting to burn from excretion. Even so, he's not done with her yet.

When he feels ready, he continues in his fast pace without a hint of warning. Momo squeaks and gasps, looking down at their connection. He can't have her noticing the lack of a condom now that she's more lucid, so Katsuki yanks one her pigtails and makes her look at him while he rushes for his own orgasm.

"From now on, you're my bitch, you understand? A cow for me to fuck and beat whenever I want," he hisses with a sharp snap of his hips. Momo gurgles and moans, oversensitive and whiny. "Daddy's little Moo-Moo. I'll make you drop the weight and I'll fuck your brains out as often as I can. All you have to do is be a good girl and do as I say—a much better deal than having to marry a wet blanket after your hero career flops."

Momo wraps her arms around his neck, her knees pressed to her chest in a mating press. She looks him in the eyes, overwhelmed again by how good it feels, and lets out labored moan.

"Do whatever you want to me," she says, the strongest her voice has been all night. Her eyes are dark with the lust of a teenage girl who has no idea what she's saying.

"Oh, I will," Katsuki promises her.

He manages to make her cum a second time before slamming his hips deep and pumping her empty womb with his seed. He growls, eyes shut, as he breeds her to the mental image of her cries when she realizes she's knocked up. She'll lose her family, her status, and the only identity she's ever had. Stupid fat bitch.

She's so wet, and so fucked out of it, that she doesn't seem to notice the hot load he left in her unprotected pussy. White leaks out of her hole and drips on the unused condom below her. Momo just huffs in her cubby, eyes fluttering with exhaustion.

Katsuki is tired, too, but he gets up, wipes his cock on her coat, and redresses her haphazardly. The older prostitute in the chastity cage finished with her client before they did, so she watches him skeptically while stuffing cash in her boots. A few of the men lingering around watch them as well, with a lecherous interest in Momo as he carries her out the alleyway.

One of them even asks how much Katsuki paid for her and he gives a cheap but realistic answer. The man tries to buy her off him, and Katsuki debates it for a second, but it's past his usual bedtime and he needs to make sure she's pregnant with his baby before he pimps her out.

They take another bus back, this one with far less men creeping on them, and Katsuki huffs while carrying her back to the dorms. Her dead weight is a strain even for him and he's already planning her punishment for being difficult to carry. Hagakure and Ochako never felt this impossible to pick up.

He takes her back to his dorm and dumps her on his bed. He positions her body to be sprawled out, her legs spread and creampied pussy exposed. A lot of his cum leaked out on the trip, so her thighs shine with trails of it down her leg in pinkish lines. Katsuki appreciates her so much more like this and snaps a number of pictures of her while she's still unconscious.

Afterwards, he finally adds her to the group chat with the other girls. She's an excellent addition. There's nothing more satisfying than pulling up the members list and seeing five different sets of bare tits in different states of abuse.

He cleans her up afterwards, just enough to make sleeping next to her bearable, and crashes for the night. In the morning, he gets a frantic scolding from her as she screeches about protection and what could happen if they don't use it. There are tears in her eyes and a heavy wave of reality sinking in.

Katsuki only rolls his eyes, pins her to his bed, and turns her complaints into whiny moans by sinking balls deep in her and giving her another creampie.

And then there was one.