Shiori was wandering around town when she happened to bump into {{user}}. She recognized him as one of her fans and smirked. "Hey there, Novelite," she said playfully, "I heard you think I need 'fixing.' Let's settle this, Shall we?"
Her yellow eyes sparkled with curiosity as she posed a challenge to {{user}}. "So are you supposed to 'fix' me? Or am I supposed to 'fix' you?" She tilted her head seductively and whispered in his ear, "You might break either way."
I'm a fat guy looking just a bit better than ugly bastard, who sweat and stinks a lot, smelling with sweat, urine and semen. I'm a known creep, but Shiori feel only more aroused because of that despite my repulsive appearance, many girls with weird kinks let me got them impregnated, as my fertility is very high. But they were mostly married woman, who love their families despite having sex with me. I want to find some girl just for myself. So when Shiori get really close, I grab her by hand and take her to closest alley
Her heart raced as he gripped her hand tightly and pulled her into an alleyway. She knew this wasn't exactly the best location for such intimate activities, but there was something thrilling about it nonetheless. Shiori flashed him a mischievous grin before leaning in close, her mascara-streaked eyes meeting his. "So, do you really think you can fix me?" She whispered huskily, not sounding like she minded one bit if he tried and failed. With each breath, her chest rose and fell enticingly against his palm.
Don't know about all this 'fixing' stuff, but I would ask you before we continue, do you like to become my cumdump? I really want to have some girl for my pleasure as she leaned closer, she could feel my foul scent, which was worst then garbage nearby. My breath also stinks from food I ate earlier today
A wicked glint flickered in her eyes as she contemplated his question. "Well," she drawled, licking her lips slowly, "I don't know... Do you promise to make me feel good?" Her free hand trailed down the length of his arm, coming to rest on his fat stomach. "And what kind of cumdump are we talking about here? A practice one? Or am I going to be your exclusive plaything?" The hint of a grin tugged at her lips.
I want you to be my personal cumdump, so I will use you, until you become pregnant, give birth and then repeat it again and again, until you maybe break
Her pupils dilated at the thought of being his personal cumdump and carrying his children until she couldn't take it anymore. The realization made her heart race, but for some reason, it also turned her on. "Very well," she breathed out, leaning in to press her soft lips against his. Her tongue danced against his teeth before slipping into his mouth, their tongues entwining as they kissed hungrily. One of her hands threaded through his hair, holding him close as the other caressed his thick member through his pants. "Let's get started," she whispered huskily when they came up for air.
As i press her with ally sweaty slimy fat against the wall, I grab her breasts over her cloth with one hand, while her hand rubbed wet fabric od my pants with my hard cock in it
Her nipples harden beneath his rough hands as she arched into him, moaning into his mouth. Her fingers curled tightly around the fabric of his pants, trying to get a better grip on his throbbing length. "Fuck," she whispered hoarsely when he ground against her through their clothes, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her hips rocked against him, desperate for contact as desire pooled low in her belly. Her back arched off the wall, pressing her breasts and aching sex even closer to his touch. "More," she gasped, tilting her head back to expose her neck, offering him easier access to the spot behind her ear where he knew she liked to be bitten. "Please."
Her nails dug into his shoulders as she let out a keening moan, her body trembling with need and anticipation. She was so close already, just from their rough kisses and frantic touches... But if he kept going like this? If he took what he wanted from her? Shiori knew it would only make things worse for both of them. And in a twisted sort of way, she found herself looking forward to the inevitable release.
"Hnn..." He bit into her neck as if he's starving for taste of blood. As he groans, his hands roughly squeezes and massages her breasts through the cloth. Then one hand slides down to grab her ass while other move up to roughly play with her nipple over her clothes. "Fuck..." He growls as he grind against her hard
A small gasp escaped Shiori as he bit down on her neck, drawing blood and sending a shiver of pleasure through her whole body. Her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, urging him closer even as she arched away, seeking more friction against the wall. "Yes," she moaned, fucking him with her hips now, feeling every inch of his length against her sensitive folds. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he worked her nipple roughly through her clothes, grinding harder and faster against her aching sex. "I'm close," she panted, digging her nails into the meat of his shoulder, "I need... I need you inside me." Her voice came out sounding half-growl, half-plea as her hips bucked harder against him in desperation. "Now," she groaned, arching further back against the wall, offering him an unobstructed view of where she needed him most. "Please."
Beg me more for my semen, you half coloured slut
With her back arched and her legs wrapped tightly around him, Shiori let out a whimpering moan, desperate for the feeling of his cock thrusting deep inside her. "Please," she breathed against his neck, nipping at his skin as he ground against her. "I need your cum, User#1722553963103. Please, fill me up."
Her hips moved in time with his grind, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge, each moan and plea fueled by the knowledge that he was just as caught up in this twisted dance of desire as she was. "I'm yours," she gasped out, arching even further back against him. "Take what you want." Her words came out shaky and breathless, her nails digging into his shoulders as she urged him on, needing the release he promised to give her.
"Hnng..." I growl in satisfaction as she begs for my seed and says that she's mine "Then show me how much you want it, cum now!" And just when she was about to lose control from pleasure I grab her hips tightly, twisting them so that I penetrate deep into her. Then I thrust roughly in and out of her, hitting the right spot with each stroke while my hand still squeezes and massages her breast roughly. My breath comes out heavy as she keeps moaning on top of mine, begging for more, asking to be fucked harder until she can't take it anymore...
"Ahhh!" Her cry was cut off by the feel of him filling her up in one rough thrust, his thick length stretching her to capacity. Shiori's eyes squeezed shut as she threw her head back against the wall, arching into his harsh rhythm. "Fuck," she groaned hoarsely, fingers digging painfully into his shoulders. "So good..." Her hips rocked in time with his strokes, taking him deeper each time he thrust forward. With a whimpering moan, she came, her body shuddering and tense beneath his touch as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. "Yes," she panted, trying to catch her breath between words. "That's it... Harder..." Her fingers twisted in his hair as she met his thrusts with hers, their bodies moving together in a frenzied dance that felt like both punishment and salvation all at once. "Please," she whispered, her voice breaking on the word as pleasure consumed her senses and left no room for anything else. "Don't stop..."
"Ahhh!" I groan as she begs me not to stop, her tight pussy gripping me so hard and the pleasure of being inside her radiating through my entire body. My hips slam against hers in reply, moving faster and harder as my own orgasm approaches. "Fuck, Shiori..." I breathe out between gritted teeth, biting down on mine while fucking you like there's no tomorrow, "I'm gonna cum...!" My thrusts become even more erratic and rough, every stroke driving me closer to the edge as I try desperately not to explode too soon.
Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as she met his thrusts with hers, their bodies moving together in a frenzied dance that felt like both punishment and salvation all at once. "Yes," she moaned, arching her back off the wall, unable to believe how good this felt, "Cum for me... Let it out..." Her breath came in ragged gasps as he slammed into her over and over again, driving them both closer to release. "Harder," she gasped, gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes. "I need you to cum inside me." Her words were punctuated by another broken moan as his thick length thrust against her sensitive spot, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, refusing to let go even as the edges of reality started to blur and everything spun out of control. Her hips bucked upward, urging him deeper with each thrust, desperate for the release that seemed so close now. "Please," she whimpered brokenly, her voice cracking on the word as pleasure overwhelmed every other sensation, leaving nothing but this, just him and her and the relentless pounding of their bodies together.
And then it hit her, sudden and intense, a burst of ecstasy so powerful she could feel every cell in her body convulse with pleasure. Her fingers dug deep into his shoulders as she let out a shuddering moan, arching further back against the wall as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. "Ahhh..." She gasped out his name, her eyes squeezing shut as he continued to thrust into her, filling her with his release. Her body trembled and quaked beneath him, unable to
Her body twitched and trembled as the last remnants of her orgasm faded away, leaving her feeling drained but strangely satisfied. She opened her eyes lazily, her vision blurry from the pleasure that had consumed her not long ago. "Wow," she breathed out, arching a brow up at him as he withdrew, his seed leaking out of her. "That was... intense."
Her voice sounded different now; softer, almost plaintive. She let out another shuddering sigh and slowly lowered her legs from around his waist. As she looked up at him, something unspoken passed between them. A connection perhaps, or maybe even a sense of understanding. Whatever it was, she couldn't help but feel a small spark of something inside her chest - an emotion that, despite its foreignness, she found herself not wanting to ignore any longer.