"We're gonna need you to leave. This is a movie theatre, not a hotel," the sound of the usher pulled you out of your bliss. You felt Shota release his hold on you and groaned heavily.

"Time to go, Kitty," Shota said softly resting his hands on your hips signaling to stand up. You followed the usher with Shota walking behind you. The Usher led you both the nearest exit, which led into an alley way. Shota pulled out a cigarette and lighting it.

"Well that ruined a good time," he blew out a puff of smoke. He took another swig and soon as he blew it out, he felt your hand hold he back of his head and the other on his pectoral muscle. You used your weight to push him back against the wall of the theatre.

'Did she just…kabedon me?!' He thought to himself still wrapping his head on the thought. You slammed your lips against his. The taste of the nicotine excited you, as you forced your tongue into his mouth. He got a handful of your hair and pulled your face off his. He stared down at you, putting the cigarette back to his lips.

"I can't take it anymore. I need you…NOW," you demanded. The frustration built up inside you was becoming too much for you to handle. He smirked down at you blowing the smoke out from the corner of his mouth.

"Bend over, Kitty," his voice tickled your whole body. You wasted no time and released whatever hold you had on him. You untied the knot in front of your coat and faced the wall space beside him. He stationed himself behind you watching your ass, while you bent over and flicked the butt of his cigarette away. He admired your ass cheeks that peeked from under your coat end. He couldn't wait to take you, in the filthy area.

"Take me, Daddy Aizawa," you whimpered to him. He moved the coat further up your back to reveal your succulent ass. He placed a firm spank on it and watched carefully at the jiggle of your skin. You winced from the sting. He decided to have some fun with you and spanked you a few more times. While he did this, he was stroking himself. His eyes stuck on your ass watching the hazy red appear, eventually forming into a palm print, HIS palm print. Your mews fueled his excitement and he was ready to claim you. With a swift move, he pushed himself into your needing pussy. You released a pained wince, but the pain was just as good as the pleasure. He rammed inside of you with no mercy. The feeling of your walls squeezing around his shaft made him plough even harder. You could hear his groans and grunts from behind you. The alley way was filled with the sound of both your soft noises and bodies slapping. Your moans became cries of pleasure. He reached forward and grabbed your hair, yanking it back making you look towards the night sky.

"Can't have you attracting attention," he said slamming even harder coaxing you to make louder noises out of spite.

"I..I want…your milk," you whimpered hoping he would release soon into you. The aftereffects of all that he did your body was starting to catch up to you. Your body trembled uncontrollably. He took notice and leaned in whispering in your ear.

"My milk…is it good for Kitty?" his voice was like the signal to tell your body to orgasm, because as soon as he finished speaking, you felt a warm liquid run down your thigh.

"Oooo…you like that?" you had gone silent but your whole being shook. He pumped a few more times into you before releasing his boneless children juice into your womb with a heavy grunt. He remained still allowing you sometime to return from the euphoria. He released his grip on your hair and watched your whole being started to crumble before him. He pulled out of you and pressed his groin against your butt, not in a sexual manner but to help keep your steady while he fixed his clothes. He hooked one arm around your waist. You felt extremely exhausted and weak. He used his free hand to fix your panties and coat. He helped you to the car and took you back to his apartment. He lifted you in his arms and, bridal styled, carried you inside. He gently placed you on the couch and stroked your head.

"You did great sweetheart. I'm not surprised you're broken," he said tenderly to you. You were unable to speak, so you smiled cutely at him.

"Stay here," he said giving your forehead a soft kiss. He left you and went to his bathroom to prepare a bubble bath for you. When he returned, you had fallen asleep on the couch. A gentle smiled appeared on his lips and his heart melted. He quietly went to you and began to strip you of the fabrics, carefully so he did not wake you. You squirmed a bit, but you slept on.

"You endured three hours of non-stop pleasure," he whispered lifting your naked form into his arms. He brought you into the bathroom and slowly lowered you into the water. The feel of the warm water made you eyes reopen. Your eyes were about to speak when he stopped you by placing a finger to your lips.

"Shhh…sit back and relax. Let me put you back together, my pretty Kitty."