For all of his current efforts, Kaguya hadn't felt truly endangered since handing over control of this situation to Yugi. Odd though it was, she didn't normally leave care of herself in the hands of others. Yugi was finding himself in a rather exclusive club indeed. Beyond that, there was the fact that, aside from the issues of her physical rejection and the throbbing of her throat, she actually didn't mind being used this way. Still such moments couldn't stay stationary for too long and that much became obvious as Yugi withdrew and steeled himself. At the opening of her mouth she looked up at his hesitation for that split second. With both of his hands upon her head, she realized he was going to up the ante, so to speak. Her head cradled in both hands, Kaguya's mouth was thrust into with way more vigor. She'd have to keep her tongue of out of the way as the fucking of her face became more impressively literal. The suddenness of the shift had both her hands being found on his thighs, not an immediate fear reaction just an innate physical response. Still, by the time he'd gotten so far in she'd started to feel a bit peculiar. There was something so enticing about him wanting her like this. His desires being so clearly articulated by his actions and followed through with was refreshing. In this case, he claimed that if she didn't want it in her mouth she should begin tapping out... but would she? It'd be quite a lot, but, she actually didn't mind swallowing when it was Yugi giving it. So instead of speaking on it, as his cock throbbed in her throat and mouth she slipped her hands around the back of his thighs and encouraged his continued thrusting. The convulsions of her throat, the small tears in the corner of her eyes, be damned, this was exciting.
Meanwhile, Miko was receiving exactly the kind of physical punishment she'd been unknowingly waiting for each stroke of Rikuya's had her singing a slightly different song. In this moment, it would seem that he even understood. He questioned her in rhetoric, "Of course I'm all over the place, you're fucking the sense out of me, Kuuu♫~kuuu♫~" Miko sang that new nickname and couldn't help but feel good. She wasn't having a single orgasm, the one she had was rolling with his continued movement. And it would only become worse as his hands pressed into the backs of her thighs and he launched himself into her core, repeatedly with reckless abandon. Words stopped being something Miko could compose in those moments. Her voice becoming a falsetto carrying harmonious notes which seemed to punctuate thrusts which hit the end of her person every time. "Oooh♪~ ooooah♪~ Aaah♪~ AAAAYYYEOOOOH♫~" At the same time the voyeur was flabbergast. That singing voice and all the moaning, in rhythm was something she'd not expected. Somehow this was sensual, rough, bdsm but nothing visibly more extreme than the simple fact that they were having sex on a table in an abandoned cafe. 'It really is a rollercoaster. I didn't expect someone to actually be enough of a masochist to want sex to be painful...' that one thought but still, seeing how into the girl seemed on the camera, she couldn't even judge aside from wondering how her insides were actually okay.