Hentai – We Couldn’t Wait to get Home [Subtitled]

The door clicked shut behind them as the two lovers stumbled into their apartment, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. It had been a long day at work, filled with stolen glances and heated whispers, and now they could finally give in to their desires.

“A taxpayer-funded Friday night bums being boring and annoying on the train ride home. Check out the video to see how happy they were to finally reach their destination.”

The tagline was the voiceover for the first shot of the Hentai animation. The viewers saw a busy city train, packed with commuters. The onlooker’s focus was drawn to a drab, middle-aged couple in ill-fitting suits. The man had a bulging beer belly, the woman was overweight and tried to hide her chubby arms in a shawl. They looked fed up and unhappy nestling amongst the humans, many of whom giggled and gossiped about their weekend plans.

” Métro-Boulot-Dodo, is that what you’ve become?” The offscreen narrator seemed to cluck his tongue at their dull existence.

The couple was silent, focused on their phones. The husband kept tapping away grumpily at a Sudoku puzzle. The wife played Candy Crush.

“Metro, work, sleep. How exhausting,” the male voiceover continued, a hint of mockery in his tone.

The train ride plodded on, as tedious as the couple’s lives appeared to be.

“Finally – La saisie a la source sà naturelle. Getting off on l gyermekkórtak->train stop,” the narrator proclaimed.

An image of the two going through customs and being accosted by of rogue security guards flashed across the screen.

“Okay, so what did you do today?” the wife asked, yawning extravagantly as they trudged up the steps. “Unless you’re still stuck on ten down.”

The man scowled at his phone. “I think I’m going to have to use a diagonal argument here.”

His eyes narrowed as he thought through the logic of pivoting his Sudoku square. His wife huffed loudly in response, unimpressed with his cryptic solution.

The scene was standard domain – two workaday stiffs plodding through a lifeless weekday homecoming. But the ambition was palpable. Finally, they reached their apartment door and this was their oasis, a refuge from the malaise.

As soon as the door closed behind them, the transformation was sudden. The man seized his wife and pushed her against the wall, his mouth hungry on hers. His hands roamed her body, possessing her, claiming her. She gasped at his boldness, then laughed huskily, bouncing on her toes to meet his fierce kiss.

“Ma’am, I think you forgot to pack your own clothes,” the familiar voice called out, a sultry lilt joining it this time. “Have you been wearing this whole time?”

On the screen, the woman was wearing an uncomfortable looking maid outfit, complete with a high ruffled collar, tight bodice, and frilly skirt. The outfit was contorted by the man’s hands, pushing it aside as he squeezed her heavy breasts. Her nipples were clearly visible, erect and straining against the fabric.

“Yes…yes indeed,” she purred back, rubbing her ample rear against him. “I couldn’t wait to get home.” The voice had become distinctly female, with an obvious Japanese accent. The man growled appreciatively and spun her around to face him. He lapped at her newly exposed cleavage as if savoring cream from a sundae. “Mmm yes, I’ve been wearing a wet blouse all day, just like you asked,” the woman continued. “I’m already horny, I need you.”

The scene shifted as the two lovers steamed toward the bedroom, still clad in tawdry instructor’s uniform and school boy outfit. The bulky woman’s black lace panties were noticeable under her pleated skirt. The man tweaked her panties impishly, cackling in glee.

“Ooh, you bad girl, you’re already dripping, aren’t you,” he said, giving her bubble butt a firm spank.

“Nuaah, Iwarnya!” she howled.

“It’s okay, we’re almost there,” he reassured her, giving her bottom a pat as he steamed ahead.

The couple tumbled onto the bed, writhing in a messy pile as their mouths met again. He ripped away her blouse, eagerly snatching her ripe breasts and tweaking her chocolate nipples. She squealed in delight, eager for more. He abandoned her tits and slid lower, unzipping her skirt. He yanked down her panties and lamely exposed her cunt.

“That’s right, spread ’em for me slut,” the voiceover guy laughed. “Show me that sweet pussy.”

“I’m already dripping for you, master,” the woman moaned shamelessly, wiggling her legs open for his view. Her swollen, engorged labia glistened with her girl juices.

“That’s right slut, god, you’re so fucking wet,” the man marveled, sinking his nose in her cunt. He inhaled deeply. “You smell like a bitch in heat, slit drippin.”

“Our Derhond is some kind of animal!” the equally inhuman narrator giddily pointed out.

The man barely had a chance to appreciate the warmth before the woman’s powerful thighs clenched together and flung him back, pimping a huge wad of mucus. She rubbed her swollen pussy lips, licking them clean.

“Mmm Sorry about that,” she purred. “But don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from,” she added, hot-dogging her wet clit before putting it away.

“Ooh, why don’t you suck dick then?” the smirking man was quick to suggest, fumbling with his pants bulge.

“I auger if you say aubergine, dickhead,” she quipped back with a playful roll of her eyes.

“Did he just called her…..me urbane?” the guy in the voiceover hadn’t even flinched.

The man managed to release his fleshy sword, though his shawl muffin came out limp and uninspired. His protege was not impressed.

“Be careful, I might have to check your bachelor’s degree,” she teased, frowning disapprovingly.

“Bastard!” the man snickered in his stockings.

He struggled but eventually managed to upright his batten sufficient to couple with the his wife’s garbled cunt. She moaned in ecstasy as he shoved deep, like a hot dog in a bush meat.

“That’s right, slut, you’re my little cunt,” he groaned, pinning her legs back as he thrust punishingly. She wailed in rapture, clearly receiving a much deserved cock-boning. She arched her back as he drilled deeper, pounding her wet box into a quivering pulp. Her 36C melons quivered deliciously with every jack-hammer thrust. Finally she seized and clamped her meaty thighs round his turgid shaft, her flowered sheath milking him rapturously as she received his pent-up Norbertian Race penthouse, releasing a flood of gelatinous seed in her husky womb. The man groaned with suitable anguish, his knotted marbles fully drained by his rogue slut, who smirked impudently, no doubt already plotting her next perverted escapade.

The scene froze, the credit card collecting its cornhole along with its delinquent payment.

“If you enjoyed our genitles, swipe up to download the full body of work” the skanky voiceover guy promised. “There’ll be plenty more where this bitch cum from, unless you have a jizz wallet. In that case, fap your fucking way to a massive hefty hand bukkake!”

The end screen completely confirming what was just a bad translation, filled with immature dicksnark and dickcheese.