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After what felt like an endless parade of throats and spilled seed, Fiona gently tugged Yor away from the last man still catching his breath. She wiped a stray drop from Yor’s chin with her thumb, eyes gleaming. “Yor darling, you were wonderful with your mouth,” she murmured, voice low and conspiratorial. “But a truly devoted wife needs to welcome a man everywhere—without hesitation.” She tapped Yor’s lower lip, then trailed the finger downward. “We’ll train the rest of you properly.” Yor’s cheeks flushed deeper, but her nod was immediate and eager. “Yes… I want to be perfect for Loid. Please teach me, Fiona-san.”

Fiona’s smile widened. “Then let’s begin. I’ve already arranged some helpful volunteers.

”The first volunteer arrived moments later—a tall man with warm brown eyes and an easy grin. He moved behind Yor while she was still on all fours, hands firm on her hips, guiding her into a deeper arch.“W-wait—sir, where would you like to—ah!”He guided his thick, bare cock straight to her untouched rear entrance. The broad head pressed, then—without preamble—pushed inside in one firm slide.Yor’s eyes flew wide. “No, that’s—n-not there, I th—HNNNGK!!”The protest shattered into a raw grunt as he hilted fully. The sudden stretch burned white-hot; her arms buckled, dropping her chest to the floor while her hips stayed locked in his grip. He started thrusting immediately—long, deliberate strokes rocking her whole body.

Fiona tilted her head, phone recording. “So, Yor… how does it feel? Be honest. Is anal everything you imagined for marital bliss?”Yor tried to answer like a good student. “It’s—ah!—v-very—nngh!—full and—h-hot—ohhh!—and—stretching—me—s-so—” Each word fractured under the next plunge until she was just panting, drool stringing from her lip. “…mmph… can’t… talk…”Fiona chuckled dryly. “Adorable. Sentences are overrated anyway.” More men joined.

Yor, dazed from the raw anal pounding, still tried to stay proactive. When the next stepped up she lifted her head shakily.“S-sir… where would you like to enter me first? My mouth… or… or my—” He slid beneath her, filling her dripping pussy in one slick drop while the first never stopped reaming her ass. A third grabbed her hair and fed his length past her lips.Triple-stuffed in perfect rhythm, her polite questions dissolved into muffled glurks.

One man pulled out of her pussy; another lined up too hastily and pushed… right alongside the cock already buried in her ass. Yor’s eyes bulged. A strangled “Mmmph—?!” vibrated around the dick in her mouth as her rim stretched around two thick shafts.The newcomer froze. “Oh… shit. Wrong hole? ”Fiona burst out laughing. “Wrong hole? Darling, that was never on the curriculum, but congratulations—you just unlocked bonus double anal! Training just got upgraded to advanced wife mode. No refunds.

”The two men shrugged and resumed in alternating rhythm. Yor jerked helplessly, tears pricking her eyes, but she still gave tiny, obedient nods whenever someone patted her head. As rounds continued, her initiative faded—sweet questions became faint whimpers, then automatic swallows. Her holes leaked steadily; thighs trembled violently from holding position. Fiona crouched, camera flashing. “Look at her. Started asking for instructions like the model housewife… now she can barely remember her own name. Progress!”The first man finally grunted and buried deep, flooding her ass with thick ropes of semen until it overflowed in warm trickles down her thighs. Yor shuddered, whispering a hoarse “Th-thank you, sir… for filling me…” before he pulled free. No pause—the next took his place, bare entry into the already leaking ass, adding another hot flood. Then another. And another.

Each volunteer chose a hole—sometimes two at once — used her until he erupted inside, then stepped aside. Cum pooled beneath her, yet she never asked to stop. Even when lifted bodily—one man cradling her from behind, spreading her wide while another thrust upward into her dripping cunt — she wrapped her arms around the newcomer’s neck like it was a dance, legs dangling limply. Cum sloshed audibly inside her. Another load erupted deep; she mewled a faint “Thank…you…” before positions shifted again. Her voice grew hoarser, sentences shorter, but the earnest courtesy held. Sweat plastered her black hair; tiara crooked, pearl necklace sticky with drool and cum, lingerie torn and translucent — she still tried to be the model student.

Fiona watched with amused detachment. “At this rate we’ll need to rename it ‘Creampie Endurance Training’. Most wives would’ve tapped out three loads ago. Yor’s turning this into a marathon.”Yor’s red eyes had gone glassy, tears streaming constantly—but when the next thick cock nudged her ravaged lips, she parted them obediently, tongue flicking out in welcome. Another hot flood followed down her throat. She swallowed, coughed weakly, then rasped: “Next… please… I can… still take more…” Fiona lost count after the fifteenth internal finish.

The line kept moving.

Warmth on her tongue.

Salt.

Pulse.