想瑟瑟的人類

我發現我想跟女生瑟瑟，也想跟男生瑟瑟0.0

[霪阙詩諪 @ogo7f0]

都市伝説シリーズ 其の伍 エ呪いのVR ～ 第五話[中文字幕]

[福利联盟 @klujberdorina]

令人心動的小小的房東小姐 第一集
お家賃1突き目 こんなサービスってアリですか

#OL #內射 #口交 #口爆 #白虎 #絲襪 #腳交 #貧乳 #顏射 #眼鏡娘 #阿嘿顏 #雙馬尾 #中文字幕 #女醫護士 #Collaboration

[そめじい @nLtDoqUbMT33905]

異種姦？？
#異種姦

[坏女人マキマ @Goodness063026]

她是半透明的诶🧐🧐

[🔞 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 | Best Clips @ArmpitSexHeaven]

Hot Armpit Fucking

[霪阙詩諪 @ogo7f0]

Tiny Evil ～ 第三話[中文字幕]

[霪阙詩諪 @ogo7f0]

Tiny Evil ～ 第四話[中文字幕]

[GreatM8 @Greatm8SFM]

Lady Nagant x Deku - Hospital Ward
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Early birthday present for @adamski2k

Two scar buddies in the same hospital? Bound to be trouble.

Non-compressed links in the replies, otherwise HD versions are on the big Patr*eennenoo and Subbb*ttssArr sites in bio, yuck

[Angel @miguela99883135]

Espero les guste

[💗Mommy Cammy Findom💗 @TrainerCameron1]

Oh myyyy such a good boyyyy just frozen in place for mommy getting all your IQ and Xp shhllurrrped through youre goon stick🤭💋

Thats right little weakling gooner no fighting back only pleasure only letting yourself break only spurting your willpower out💅

N O E S C A P E

Game: Under the witch

[一只小绿绿 @skyname9]

游戏名字叫：魔女的侵袭
白丝脚虐阳具纯享版，想到要被女主人的臭丝袜脚不停的在我的废物阳具上来回抽打，前列腺都高潮了。

[欲漫涩漫画 @ymsofx]

忍不住的诱惑

[Lvldrain @lvldrain]

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑫𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐~

The fight should have ended with you standing and the low things scattering into the dark beyond the doorway, wood under your boots instead of under your spine, rank still sitting pretty in the place you kept it when a room turned ugly, but the last shove caught you high in the chest and the world tipped into a hard wooden floor that knocked the air out of you in one humiliating rush and left your shoulders burning against grain that smelled of dust and old oil and other people’s failed last stands. Your sword skittered somewhere your fingers could not find. Your party noise lived somewhere farther down the hall, still loud enough to sound like winning, still too far to see what the winning had left behind. What arrived first was a grey-skinned grunt dropping to her knees between your spread legs with a sticker on her head and a blue cap with a star on it, already breathing like the accident had gone to her mouth instead of her fists, already staring at the bulge that the impact and the leftover heat of combat had no interest in hiding.

“𝑶𝒉𝒉𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒘, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐. 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆. 𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰’𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕. 𝑰’𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒚. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕’𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒕~”

[+ 𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍]
[+ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄]
[+ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆]

You shoved at her shoulder and the push landed soft, the kind of shove a proud body makes when it still thinks it is about to stand and has not yet noticed the floor owning its weight, and then her mouth opened too wide and took you in a wet unskilled plunge that scraped teeth and tongue and spit all at once. The heat of it shot straight up your spine and into the stupidest part of your head, a low-level pleasure so blunt and filthy that your elbows failed the boards and your protest turned into a sound you would never forgive yourself for making in a room that still smelled like combat. She did not wrap her lips neat. She did not bob like someone trained on anything better than rumor. She blew you widely, mouth stretched around the shaft in a sloppy shining ring, drool already running the corners as she tried to take more than she could hold and gagged happily on the attempt, the star on her cap tapping your stomach when she lunged too far and refused to treat that as a reason to stop.

The wooden boards were ice against your back and the backs of your arms and the bare slice of hip her clumsy hands had exposed. Her mouth was the opposite of that ice, a sloppy oven that did not know technique and did not need it, because every inexperienced suck pulled a bright ugly pulse through your cock and into your skull until the thought of kicking her off felt like kicking a warm bath you had not asked for and suddenly needed more than dignity. You told yourself it was shock. You told yourself a grunt’s mouth could not matter. You told yourself the wet sound filling the fight-room was something you would edit out of the report. Your hips lifted anyway, just a little, just enough to feed her the next sloppy inch, and she hummed around you like that tiny betrayal was the nicest thing a Hero had ever done for a nobody.

“𝑴𝒎𝒑𝒉, 𝒔𝒆𝒆? 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌’𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰’𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅. 𝑰’𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑾𝒊𝒅𝒆. 𝑴𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒚. 𝑳𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉. 𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒎𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅~”

[𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊]
[-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏]

The first drain hid inside that blunt rush, a thin leave of levels sliding out through the head of your cock and into a mouth that had no right to taste Hero, and you felt it only as a sweeter pulse riding the embarrassment, a warmth that started at the slit and travelled backward into the core you were supposed to protect. She pulled off just far enough to breathe, a thick string of spit connecting her lower lip to your slit and swaying when she laughed at it, then dove back on with the same wide unskilled hunger, taking you until her cap brim bumped your stomach and her sticker caught the dim light every time she bobbed. Teeth grazed the sensitive underside and should have ruined it. Instead the scrape made your toes curl against cold boards. Tongue flattened along the vein. She sucked too hard and then not enough and then too hard again, an enthusiastic mess that should have been easy to ignore and instead kept punching pleasure straight into the part of you that had always been worse than your rank.

[𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊]
[-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏]

You tried to sit up and the cold floor held your shoulders like a second opponent who did not need a weapon. You tried to speak a threat and heard your own breath hitch when she hollowed her cheeks around the upper half and slobbered down the rest in a shining sheet that ran over your stones and onto the wood. The perverted thing in you, the thing you kept locked behind forms and titles and the clean story of being the one who stood last, opened like it had been waiting for a low creature to be this shameless. It told your legs to stay spread. It told your hand to find her cap instead of her throat. It told your hips to feed the grunt another sloppy inch while your pride watched from somewhere far too quiet and far too wet.

“𝑴𝒎𝒉𝒉, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰’𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑨 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚. 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒋𝒆𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌. 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅~”

[𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊]
[-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏]

She found a rhythm that was not a rhythm so much as a series of greedy mistakes, pulling you deep until she choked and then sliding back with her tongue dragging the underside in a wide sloppy stripe that left you shining from root to slit. Spit soaked the shaft and dripped onto the cold boards between your thighs in slow ticks that sounded louder than they should have in a room that still had scorch marks on the far wall. Every sloppy plunge sent another blunt spark into your head, low-level and filthy and somehow louder than the fight had been, and the drain rode that spark so cleanly you felt your arms go heavier against the wood while your cock stayed shamelessly eager in her mouth. You told her to stop. The word left you wet and unfinished. She answered by taking you wider, lips stretched pale around the girth, spit bubbling at the corners, cap star bobbing as she worked you like a toy she had knocked down and been allowed to keep.

The embarrassment sat in your throat hotter than the floor sat under your spine. A grunt. Inexperienced. Drooling on your cock in the middle of a fight-room while you lay there and let it happen because the pleasure kept arriving in stupid bright punches that your perverted nature swallowed whole and asked for again. You could have twisted away. You could have driven a knee up. Your body chose the warmth instead, thighs falling opener on the boards, one hand fisting nothing, the other trembling near that blue cap as if petting the thing emptying you might make the scene look less like surrender and more like a choice you could still dress in nicer language later.

[𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊]
[-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏]

“𝑨𝒘𝒘, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒏. 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆. 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒕’𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆. 𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰’𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒔 𝒎𝒆~”

Spit had made a shining mess down your shaft and over her chin and across the grey fingers she braced on your hips, dripping to the wood in a little puddle that caught the light every time she bobbed and made the whole scene look even cheaper than it felt. She used that mess as if it were skill, stroking you with her tongue in wide sloppy laps whenever she needed air, flattening it against the head until your slit wept onto the tastebuds of a nobody, then sinking back down until her throat fluttered around you and another bright thread of XP left on a gag she seemed proud of. The cold floor leached heat from your shoulders while her mouth poured it back into your cock, a filthy trade your brain kept calling pleasure instead of theft, and the perverted nature you had spent a career pretending was a rumor took the room by sitting very still and refusing to let your knees close.

[𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊]
[-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏]

You tried once more to shut your thighs and only succeeded in framing her grey cheeks with them, which made her moan around you and suck harder, cap shifting, sticker catching light, inexperienced enthusiasm turning the hold into a claim. The sound she made travelled up your cock and into your head like another punch of low-level heat, and your hand stayed on the cap because taking it off felt like admitting you were guiding her, and leaving it on felt like blessing the drain, and both options belonged to the same ruin. Another layer left you on a sloppy swallow she did not fully manage, spend-thin pre and XP alike spilling from the corner of her stretched mouth and running down to the boards beside your hip.

“𝑴𝒎𝒑𝒉, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝑿𝑷. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏. 𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆. 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐. 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕. 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑺𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰’𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆~”

[𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊]
[-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏]

She got greedier as you got quieter, both hands braced on your hips now, grey fingers dimpling skin while her mouth worked you in those same wide sloppy strokes, taking as much as she could and slobbering on what she could not, the unused length shining with spit each time she failed to swallow you to the root and tried again immediately like failure was part of the fun. The cap’s star tapped your stomach on the deeper attempts. The sticker on her head stayed crooked and cheerful through the ruin. Your cock looked obscene every time she pulled back, angry and wet and dripping into a grunt’s open mouth before she plunged again and hummed like the taste of a falling Hero was a promotion she had decided to award herself. Another layer left you on a flutter of her throat. The cold wood suddenly felt farther away than her tongue. Your attempt at a threat dissolved into a whimper that made her suck the sound straight off the tip as if even your voice were food.

You knew how this would look if anyone opened the door. High rank on her back. Kit peeled. A low grey thing between her legs with a blue star cap bobbing, drooling, draining, cheeks hollowed around a cock that belonged in a victory and not in a nobody’s sloppy mouth. The image should have given you strength. It gave your perverted nature a throne instead, because the shame and the heat had braided themselves into one need and that need kept your spine on the boards and your thighs open and your hand in her cap like a blessing you would deny until the grave. You stayed on the floor and let her blow you because the low-level pleasure kept arriving in bright stupid waves that made standing feel like a rumor, and because the embarrassment had become part of the heat, a second mouth on your pride while the first one ruined your cock in wet unskilled pulls.

[𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊]
[-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏]

“𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒂 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. 𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒊𝒕. 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑰’𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑿𝑷. 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅. 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎. 𝑪𝒖𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅. 𝑪𝒖𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕. 𝑪𝒖𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏~”

The last stretch was ugly and wet and exactly as unskilled as the first, her mouth stretched around you, spit bubbling, throat fluttering, cap brim knocking your stomach while she sucked like enthusiasm could replace talent and in your case it could, because the drain did not require grace, only contact, only that wide sloppy seal and the blunt pleasure punching through a brain that had already chosen the floor. You felt the last of the stored brightness gather in the base of your cock and try to pretend it was only climax. It was climax and eviction at once, levels riding the same pulses as the spend, the core behind your belt going thin while her inexperienced mouth kept working as if she could suck a title off a body. The wooden grain printed itself into your shoulders. The fight-room listened. Your perverted nature, satisfied and traitorous, held your hips up into the last sloppy plunges so she would not miss a drop.

[𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍!]
[-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏!]

You came down a grunt’s throat in thick helpless pulses while she tried to swallow and failed and swallowed anyway, coughing around the mess and staying on you through it, milking the last ropes with sloppy wide sucks that pulled the remaining XP out with the spend until the place behind your ribs went dark against the cold wood. Aftershocks kept twitching you into her tongue. Spit and seed spilled from the corners of her stretched mouth and ran down to the boards in a shining insult that looked exactly as cheap as it was. She stayed down until you were shivering and empty, then pulled off with a wet gasp, a broken string of spit still connecting her lower lip to your softening cock, chin glazed, cap crooked, sticker on her head looking pleased without meaning to.

“𝑴𝒉𝒎. 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑰’𝒎 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒑 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓. 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕. 𝑰’𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌. 𝑮𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌. 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕. 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚. 𝑵𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍~”

She stood on steadier legs than yours and left you where the fight had put you, emptied on hard wood, spit-slick and hollow, the taste of your own ruin still steaming in the air where a low-level mouth had been, the blue star on her cap the last bright thing you managed to watch walk away.

𝑰𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒕~

{𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑬𝑵𝑫?: 𝑺𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝑮𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒕!}

[精选动漫 @0722Yoshizawa]

嘴硬的妹纸最终在小胖的大粗棒子下折服了关键词《虽然是笨蛋但是特别擅长舔肉棒的小千》

[Peter gao @Petergaou0421]

佐伯由美香真是痴女重口赛道的王者，感觉她是真的喜欢吃鸡吧

[画画的妈妈 @huahuadema66180]

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[画画的妈妈 @huahuadema66180]

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