The Directors Premium Service

The customer pulled out of her throat with a wet pop, a thick string of spit still connecting her lips to his cock. Hu Tao barely had time to gasp before he hauled her up, spun her around, and shoved her back against the low display table outside the parlor.

He hooked one of her legs high under the knee, forcing it up until her thigh nearly touched her chest, and drove into her cunt in one brutal thrust. The short shorts she still wore were yanked to the side, the fabric cutting into the soft flesh of her ass. Hu Tao’s top hung open, bare breasts bouncing with every slam. She looked back over her shoulder with a wide, delighted grin, red eyes half-lidded, tongue peeking out as he fucked her hard in the open street—one leg locked high, the other barely supporting her weight, juices already streaking down her thigh.

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“See? Premium service—ah!—no waiting list, no appointment needed—!”

He didn’t let her finish the pitch. After a dozen deep strokes he pulled out, shoved her forward onto the table face-down, and mounted her from behind. Hu Tao’s hat stayed perfectly in place even as her cheek pressed to the wood. He grabbed both cheeks hard, spreading her open, and buried himself to the hilt again. Her ass jiggled with every impact; clear slick and earlier spit coated her skin and dripped onto the table. She stayed face-down, arms folded under her chin, looking back with that same teary, pleased expression while he railed her without mercy, the wet slap of skin echoing off the parlor walls.

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(artist: miyu)

Hu Tao’s voice came out broken but still cheerfully sales-pitched between thrusts.

“Lifetime access… includes… outdoor demonstrations… whenever you want—nngh!”

He ignored the rest of her pitch completely.

Hu Tao was hauled upright, back pressed to his chest. He crossed her arms tightly over her own breasts, pinning them in place, and kept fucking her from behind in hard, relentless strokes. The wet plap-plap-plap of his hips against her ass filled the street. Her shorts were shoved down just enough to free her cunt; every thrust made the soft flesh of her ass ripple and sent fresh rivulets of slick running down her thighs. Hu Tao’s head tipped back against his shoulder, hat still perfectly perched, tongue out, a dazed but still delighted grin stretched across her face as he used her like a living sleeve.

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(artist: miyu)

He didn’t slow down.

When he finally decided he wanted her lower he simply pushed her forward onto the nearest flat surface—display table, then the low cot just inside the open parlor door—and mounted her again. Hu Tao ended up face-down, cheek against the sheets, ass raised high. He grabbed her hips and drove in deeper than before, the thick length vanishing completely between her cheeks. The first heavy pulse of his orgasm hit; he buried himself to the root and kept grinding, flooding her cunt with thick ropes of cum that immediately overflowed and ran down over her clit in long white streaks. An inset of pure filth: the stretched pink rim of her pussy stretched wide around his cock, cream already forced out with every small residual thrust.

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(artist: miyu)

Hu Tao’s eyes had gone half-lidded, mouth open, a soft continuous loll of pleasure spilling from her throat. She barely managed a weak sound when he spoke.

“I don't think i need the liftetime plan”

She tried to answer with another sales line, but all that came out was a broken, blissed-out moan. He didn’t pull out. He simply adjusted his grip, stayed buried inside the freshly creampied heat, and kept using her in slow, possessive rolls of his hips.

The afternoon light kept shining through the autumn leaves outside. Hu Tao’s hat never came off. The wet sounds of him continuing to fuck his newly purchased lifetime service faded slowly into the background of Liyue Harbor.