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ブッダ＠さらし屋 @tristin_wibel33

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ホストで借金ＪＤが返済不能で禊セッ久

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Number One🥇

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Flirting with Pinky always take the wrong turn.

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かのんだよ @_Zeyd06_

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喉奥？いいよ出して‼️ https://t.co/xrVnESrKQx

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Giles3⃣2⃣✌️ @HayleyGiles0032

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#monkeyapp #ometv #omegle #monkeyappwinsFull 𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑳 | 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑶 🔥 ⤵️ https://t.co/WnvaPohW3Y

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Philip Chloe @PhilipChlo35683

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舐める女 @feraonna

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好きとかそういうレベルじゃない。自分の存在ひとつに全力で身を委ね、スキンシップを求めてくるあの熱量に触れた瞬間、男のプライドと存在理由は最高の形で満たされる。あれこそ、疲弊した魂を救う唯一の聖域なんだ。

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パイズリ動画倶楽部 @nurunurujapan1

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Lvldrain

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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝑶𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒂𝒅~ The alley was only a shortcut. Your village. Your lanterns. The same dirty brick you had walked a hundred times after patrol, boots scuffing the same worn stones, the same smell of moss and old rain and the tavern two streets over. Tonight the air sat too warm against your skin. She was already there, leaning against the wall like the shadows had been holding her for you. Dark hair falling over one shoulder. Soft mouth. A white blouse stretched tight across her chest, thin enough that the heat of her came through before she even moved. A dark skirt that stopped mid-thigh. She looked like someone from the tavern. A girl who had had too much wine. A girl who had taken a wrong turn. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿. “𝑯𝒆𝒚, 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐~” Her voice was low and sweet, almost lazy. You stopped because she used the title like she already knew it. No one in this village called you that unless they wanted something. She pushed off the wall and stepped into your space before you could decide whether to be polite or keep walking. Soft fingers brushed your wrist. Warm. Then the inside of your elbow. Then the centre of your chest, palm flat, like she was calming a horse. You could feel her heartbeat through the blouse. “𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆? 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆. 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆. 𝑨𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕.” You told her to move. You put a hand on her shoulder. The blouse was warm under your palm. Too warm. You told yourself she was just a villager. Just a pretty girl in a dark alley. You had cleared worse than this before breakfast. You had killed things that looked like girls. You asked her who she was. You asked her what she wanted. You told her this village did not take kindly to strangers in the dark. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱. “𝑨𝒘𝒘. 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔. 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰’𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐.” She laughed, bright and mean, and stepped in until her clothed breasts pressed against your chest. Soft. Heavy. You could feel the give of her through the thin fabric, the heat of her skin, the way she breathed just a little deeper so you would notice the rise and fall. Your cock was already starting to thicken and she felt it. Of course she felt it. She rolled her hips once, just enough for the front of her skirt to brush you, cloth whispering over the front of your trousers. “𝑨𝒘𝒘. 𝑨𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚? 𝑰𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆? 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚. 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒇 𝑰’𝒎 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘. 𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉.” You stepped back. Your shoulders hit the brick. You told her you were not interested. You told her to go home. You put a hand on the hilt of your sword. The metal was familiar. Safe. She did not even look at it. She only leaned closer, breath warm on your jaw, and let her fingers trail down your belt. “𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑. 𝑵𝒐𝒘. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.” You shoved. She caught your wrist, twisted, and had your back against the brick before you finished the thought. The stone was cold and rough through your shirt. One knee between your thighs, warm even through her skirt. One hand already working your belt. You grabbed for her hair. It was soft. You tried to pull her off. You tried to get the sword free. She kissed the corner of your mouth like it was a joke, hot breath and the faint taste of something sweet that did not belong in a village, and popped the last button with her other hand. “𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒐𝒓 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕. 𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒆.” You stripped because there was no other option. Naked in the alley of your own village while she stayed fully clothed. Night air on your skin. Brick at your back. The smell of her still in your mouth. You told yourself you would stop this in a second. You told yourself you were still in control. She looked you up and down like you were already hers, then dropped to her knees on the dirty stone without a second of hesitation. Her hands went to your hips. Warm palms. Her mouth opened. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻. She took you to the back of her throat on the first sink. Hot. Wet. Tight. The sudden heat made your vision flicker. You tried to pull back. Her hands locked on your hips and held you there. She moaned around you like it was funny, the sound vibrating down your shaft, and started sucking with a wet, greedy rhythm. Soft lips. Tight seal. Tongue dragging along the underside every time she pulled back, then flattening as she went down again. Spit ran down the shaft in a thick, warm line and cooled on your skin. She hollowed her cheeks and took you deeper, nose pressing to your stomach, throat working around the head in a slow, swallowing flutter. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸. Your hands left the wall. You grabbed her head. Soft hair. Warm skull. The shape of her under your palms. You locked your arms around her and thrust. Your cock pushed into her mouth, into that wet heat, into the back of her throat. You felt her swallow around you. You did it again. Harder. You held her there and fucked her mouth like you were still the one in charge, like this was still a fight you could win. Her hair slid through your fingers. Her skull was warm against your forearms. She let you. She let you drive into her, let you use her throat, let your hips snap forward while her nose pressed to your stomach. She only moaned around you, wet and pleased, and sucked harder every time you shoved in. Spit ran down your thighs. The wet sound of it filled the alley. “𝑴𝒎𝒎. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆. 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕. 𝑰𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆.” [𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] The drain hit like heat being pulled out through the head of your cock. Warm. Helpless. A slow, sucking pull that started in your balls and climbed your spine and left your arms heavier than they had been a second ago. You felt the strength leave you even as you thrust. You told yourself it was just pleasure. You told yourself you could still stop. You held her tighter and pushed deeper instead. She pulled off just enough to let a thick string of spit connect her lower lip to you, then swallowed you again when you shoved back in. Sloppy. Mean. Perfect. Every thrust stole another pulse. Your knees wanted to buckle. You locked them and kept going. The brick bit into your back. She felt it and sucked harder, moaning around you like your struggle was the best part. “𝑨𝒘𝒘. 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍. 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕’𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕. 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅. 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆.” [𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] You kept her there. Arms around her head. Cock driving into that wet, sucking heat. She took you to the hilt every time you pushed, throat fluttering, then let you pull back just enough to feel the cold air before you slammed in again. She licked, spat, swallowed. Your hands were in her hair. Your hips would not stop. You could feel XP leaving you in warm, helpless pulses every time her throat closed around you. It was not a metaphor. It was heat being drunk out of you. It was your legs going softer. It was your grip on her head loosening and tightening again because you could not decide if you were holding her or holding yourself up. The alley smelled like her now. Sweet. Wet. Your own village, and you were fucking a stranger’s mouth against the brick while she drank the levels out of you. [𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] You tried to last. You really did. You told yourself if you just used her hard enough you would be the one winning. She felt the moment your breathing changed and only got meaner. She sucked just the head when you tried to pull back, tongue swirling in tight, filthy circles, then took you all the way when you thrust again. One hand came up to cup your balls, squeezing just enough to make you jerk. Warm. Soft. Another pulse of strength left you the second she did it. She did not stop. Your arms were shaking and you still would not let go of her head. “𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒊𝒕. 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒎 𝒚𝒆𝒕. 𝑶𝒓 𝒅𝒐. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰’𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒕.” [𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] You fucked her mouth harder. Wet, filthy, relentless. The sound of it was obscene against the quiet brick. You held her head and drove in, again and again, spit running down your thighs, her throat taking every thrust. She let you. She used it. Every time you bottomed out she swallowed, and every swallow pulled more of you out. Your arms were already getting heavier and you still would not let go. Your cock was leaking into her mouth between thrusts. She drank that too. [𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] “𝑪𝒖𝒎. 𝑪𝒖𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆. 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒕. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕. 𝑫𝒐 𝒊𝒕. 𝑵𝒐𝒘.” [𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] You broke with your arms still around her head. Your cock pulsed hard between her lips as you thrust through it, as she sucked the first orgasm out of you, swallowing, laughing around it, throat working while you spilled in thick, shameful ropes. The heat of it leaving you. The wet sound of her drinking. You felt the levels go with it. You felt them leave, a long draining rush that started in your cock and emptied out through your legs and your arms and the back of your skull. She did not pull off. She kept sucking through it, milking every twitch, every drop, until your legs were shaking and your arms were sliding down her hair. Spit and cum ran down her chin. She licked it up without breaking eye contact. Warm. Slow. [𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍!] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏!] [𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 (𝐋𝐕𝐋 𝟑𝟐 ---> 𝟏𝟕)] She pulled off with a wet sound, licked her lips, and looked up at you with that same sweet, arrogant smile. Your cock was still twitching, still hard, still leaking, the night air suddenly cold on the wet skin. Your hands were still in her hair. You were still trying to tell yourself you had been the one using her. She stood. Still fully clothed. She did not wipe her mouth. “𝑨𝒘𝒘. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.” She pulled the front of her blouse down just enough to let her soft, heavy breasts spill into her hands. The fabric still covered most of her. The heat of her skin came through the thin material, damp now from her own warmth. She stepped in, pressed those clothed tits around your wet, spent cock, and squeezed. Warm. Soft. Tight even through the blouse. The fabric was already a little damp from her mouth and it dragged. She started moving. Slow at first. Up. Down. The cloth whispered over the sensitive head every time she reached the top. Your cock was still slick from her throat and it made everything filthy. She squeezed her breasts together and rubbed, lazy and mean, watching your face while she used you. The blouse darkened where you leaked. She did not care. “𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕? 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒅. 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌. 𝑰’𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆.” [𝐑𝐔𝐁] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] The second drain hit the same way. Heat pulled out through the head. You felt it slide out of you, slower this time, like she was wringing it. She sped up. Soft, heavy flesh wrapped around you through the blouse, squeezing, sliding, the fabric growing wetter with every stroke. She rolled her shoulders so her tits dragged in opposite directions, then pressed them tight again and pumped. Every stroke pulled another pulse. Your knees dipped. The brick was cold at your back. She felt it and only squeezed harder. The wet sound of her clothed breasts working you filled the alley. You could feel the levels leaving with each drag of cloth over the head of your cock. “𝑨𝒘𝒘. 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑵𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒃𝒖𝒔’𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃. 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆.” [𝐑𝐔𝐁, 𝐑𝐔𝐁, 𝐑𝐔𝐁] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] She leaned in so her breath was on your neck, hot and a little sweet, still pumping, still squeezing. She changed the angle, pressing the head of your cock right into the softest part of her cleavage and rubbing in tight, filthy circles. The fabric was soaked now. Then long strokes again. Then a squeeze that made your vision white. Another chunk of strength left you with that squeeze. Your hips started moving. You could not help it. She let you fuck the space between them for a few strokes, warm, tight, wet cloth, then took control back, holding you still while she used her tits like they were made for this. [𝐑𝐔𝐁, 𝐑𝐔𝐁, 𝐑𝐔𝐁] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] “𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒊𝒕. 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆. 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚.” She kept going. Slow, then fast, then slow again. She spat on the head, warm and thick, and used the extra slick to make the fabric drag even filthier. Your arms were shaking. Your legs were shaking. The last of your strength was leaving through your cock and she was taking it like it belonged to her. Each rub pulled more. Each squeeze emptied more. She pressed her tits together harder and pumped, watching your face the whole time. The smell of her. The wet sound. The heat. You could feel yourself getting lighter, weaker, dumber, and you still could not stop leaking into her blouse. [𝐑𝐔𝐁, 𝐑𝐔𝐁, 𝐑𝐔𝐁] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] “𝑪𝒖𝒎. 𝑪𝒖𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆. 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒆. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇. 𝑨 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐. 𝑫𝒐 𝒊𝒕. 𝑵𝒐𝒘.” [𝐑𝐔𝐁, 𝐑𝐔𝐁, 𝐑𝐔𝐁] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] You broke again. Your cock pulsed helplessly between her clothed breasts as she milked the second orgasm out of you, squeezing, rubbing, laughing while you spilled in thick ropes across the fabric of her blouse. Warm. Wet. She kept moving through it, kept draining, wringing the last of it out of you until there was nothing left. Your arms went limp. Your legs stopped trying. You slid a little down the wall and she followed, still holding you between her tits, the soaked blouse clinging to her. [𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍!] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏!] [𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 (𝐋𝐕𝐋 𝟏𝟕---> 𝟎)] She stayed there only long enough to feel you twitch with nothing left. Tits still wrapped around your spent cock. Blouse ruined. You were limp against the brick, naked, empty, arms too heavy to lift. The stone was cold. The air was cold. She was still warm. She gave you one last slow, deliberate rub, thumb smearing the last of your cum into the fabric, then let her breasts fall away. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸. You tried to stand. Your legs did not take the weight. You slid the rest of the way down the wall and sat in the dirt of your own alley, naked, wet, cock still leaking onto the stone. Your sword was a few feet away. You could see it. You could not reach it. Your arms would not lift. Your chest would barely rise. Level 0 sat in your head like a locked door. She fixed her blouse like it was nothing. The stain was still there. She did not hide it. She looked down at you the way someone looks at something they are finished with. “𝑨𝒘𝒘. 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚. 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕. 𝑼𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅. 𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅. 𝑵𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔. 𝑵𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉. 𝑵𝒐 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕.” She crouched just long enough to pat your cheek with a sticky hand. “𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒓. 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒔. 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔. 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒏. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆. 𝑨 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒊𝒕.” She stood. She did not help you up. She did not look back for long. “𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒏. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑰𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑾𝒆𝒕. 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚. 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.” Her footsteps faded toward the main road. The lanterns stayed where they were. You stayed where she left you. Naked. Drained. Useless. Level 0 in the dirt of your own village, with no strength left to crawl out and no career left if you ever did. 𝑰𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒕~ {𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑬𝑵𝑫?: 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝑼𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝑨𝒏 𝑶𝒃𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒑.}