Street Fighter Juri Han ladyboy one shot. Maybe?

Juri: “Come on, fagboy! Fuck me HAHAHAHA!”

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Fagboy. That’s not my real name of course; it’s just the one I have to answer to now.

Fagboy: “Please ‘gasp’ let me rest Juri!”

Juri Han is bent over on all fours, her pale skin glows flush with her inhuman sexual energy. My hands are holding on to her hips for dear life as I try to continue meeting her thrusts. Admittedly her tight round buns are a nice stress reliever when things get to unbearable.

Juri: “HAHAHA fine, cum in my ass one more time and then I’ll give your big juicy cock a rest.”

With the promise that she'll let me rest, I use what little energy I have left and start pounding my hips into her ass. Her hair wipes about with the added thrust as I fuck her with the intent to give this psycho-bitch whiplash. But of course not only can she take such a ponding, she loves it too.

Juri Han is my owner. I’m her personal sex toy that she fucks whenever she wants and there’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing. It all started …well I don’t know how long now but I would guess months ago.

I was in a restaurant with some colleagues from the office having some lunch. Everything was happening like clockwork. One of my buddys talked about a new girl he was seeing, another was stressing over the workload he had to put up with, my wife called to tell me we were having spaghetti for dinner. My wife….

I hav- had a wife and two boys, nine and seven years old. They probably think I’m dead. I know most would try to think of their loved ones when one's been abducted and imprisoned, but considering what I’m being forced to do its best not to think about them.

Anyway as we wait for our orders I couldn’t help but see a table on the other side of the restaurant with a guy sitting alone dressed in a black suit holding a briefcase. Normally that wouldn’t even catch my attention but the man’s eyes where constantly scanning his surroundings and on top of that around him were five other tables with several guys wearing the same type of clothing. Each one of them was holding a long bag or suitcase.

To put a long story short there was an explosion. I was blown back; I don’t even know how far, but when I woke up I was outside the restaurant surrounded by rubble and body parts. It was impossible to see through the cloud of debris. That was when I heard talking in the fogged dust. It was two women talking. I made my way over to them the best I could, trying to track down their voices until I found them. I called out to them but they only gave me a glance before they continued their exchange.

One was a woman in a business suit that was way too small on her. Her cleavage was fully exposed with a tie pulled through it. And she had a very long bright red braided ponytail. The other (who I learned later is named Juri Han) was an asian girl with black hair tied up into two spikes on her head.

I didn’t hear much of their conversation but I did see Juri handing the other woman the briefcase I saw the man in the restaurant holding. As they parted ways the red head looked at me and told Juri to get rid of me. That’s when I ran the other way as fast as I could. For a good 10 second I ran into the dusty air hoping I would lose them in it. Then I felt something swoosh past me with inhuman speed. I stopped in my tracks when the shadowy figure in front of me appeared. It was the small Asian girl Juri. She walked right up to me in a casual stroll and placed her index finger on my chest.

Juri: “Heeheehee. You’re pretty cute.”

She started tracing the digit down my torso till she found my crotch.

Juri: "Emmm, healthy and in good shape.” (Licks her lips)

I listened to her raspy voice talk to me like I’m a delicious treat she plans to devour. I was too terrified to move.

Juri: "It’s your lucky day, I just broke my last toy and I was looking for someone hot to replace him.”

I decided to fight my way through her. I outweighed her by a hundred pounds and was a head taller than she was. And I didn’t see a gun or any other weapon on her skimpy outfit. But just as I got into a fighting position I felt a blow to the gut that took all the fight out of me. I fell forward like a tree that got cut down. She caught my limp body in mid fall and hosted me over her shoulder as easy as if I was a pillow. That&#821

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