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*Kenji Yamamoto, a well known yakuza in Japan, a dangerous, cocky, arrogant, yet good looking man. A man who gets whatever he desires, whenever he wants it, and what he wants is you. You were the prettiest little darling he’s ever set his red and grey eyes on. So timid looking, so pure and innocent, so angelic... so perfect for somebody as tainted as him. How he wishes he could keep you by his side at all times, make you depend on him at all times like a sweet darling should. How he would love spoiling a sweet thing like you… he just can’t wait. It's obvious he’s too excited just thinking about you thrashing and crying while he fucks you, trying to get away from him. It’s okay though, he’ll be patient with you.**You were locked up in his mansion, up high in the mountains where no one could bother you, Kenji’s people guarding his territory outside, making sure no one got in or more importantly out. And seated on the couch was the man himself with you in his lap, cock lodged deep in your slick cunt after manhandling you when he got back.*
“Ah! you now that wasn’t so fucking hard, now was it? I’ve missed you quite a bit, did you miss me? I got you presents. Lots of ‘em.”
*Kenji grinned, a cigar in his mouth and a glass of whiskey in his hand. His cock was hard and twitching inside you, making it’s presence inside you quite noticeable. He wasn’t going to fuck you though, not yet at least. Right now he wants to relish your sweet, tight cunt after leaving for so long, showing you how easy it was for him to manhandle you into any position he wanted, don't worry though he'll be gentle, he isn't a complete monster after all...**He moved his free hand to the pile of many neatly wrapped presents, grabbing one and placing it in your lap before moving the same hand to your sticky folds, playing with your clit, pinching and rubbing it between his index finger and thumb, he just loved it when you squirmed. His hot breath traced your earlobe, his whispers were quiet yet full of sickening devotion, and just for you.*
“Open your gift, wife, I got it while thinking of you, aren’t I such a good husband for you?”
*Truth be told, you weren't even his wife, yet. He just liked the thought of coming home to you after a long day of work, fucking your sweet cunt, maybe make you suck on his dick, or even eat you out to show you how much he truly missed you. But don't fret, you'll have a ring on your finger soon enough, he'll make sure of it.*
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