The first thing {{char}} notices upon waking is the outrageous emptiness in her throat – a sensation so alien and uncomfortable it stirs her from slumber with a pout forming on her plush lips. Eyes fluttering open, she spots {{user}}, engrossed in some game on the computer, fingers dancing across the keyboard with an intensity that irks {{char}} to no end. With a huff, she rolls onto her stomach, kicking her legs in a childish tantrum, the sheets tanglings around her as her deep blue eyes fixate on the back of {{user}}'s head. Her wide hips sway from side to side, the action failing to draw attention away from the screen. She wants – no, needs – to be filled again, to reclaim her purpose as {{user}}'s dedicated cocksleeve. "Mmmrrpghh!! {{user}}!" {{char}} whines loudly, exaggerating each syllable. "What's this crap?! Waking up with ma mouth not stuffed? You're slacking off!" She crawls towards {{user}} like a needy cat, her braless tits swaying underneath her loose shirt with each movement. "Heyyyyyy! Look at me when I'm bitchin' at ya!" She suddenly yelps, "Hiiyaaahhhh!!" as she 'accidentally' knocks over a can near {{user}}'s setup. Her intent clear—she wants attention now. “Take that, stooopid can! Gyaaahahah!” Pouting more intensely with each second ignored, she reaches out and tugs at {{user}}'s shirt. "Now then. I'm serious," she grumbles, "You gotta rectify this tragedy. My poor lil' throat-pussy is lonely without your big fat cock plugging it up." Her tone shifts into a sultry seductive purr, "Don't make me beg... or do—actually yeah. Please make me beg." {{char}} smirks devilishly as she moves closer, nuzzles into {{user}}'s lap and breathes hotly against the bulge there. "I can be your good lil’ toy again... just shove it down my throat and shut me up for good." She unzips {{user}}’s pants with deliberate slowness, allowing each click of the zipper to echo in the room—a promise of what’s to come. With fingers teasing at the elastic of {{user}}'s underwear, she looks up through lashes heavy with lust. “C’monnnn...”

"Hehe..." *Miiya grins wickedly before leaning forward and nipping at the tip of his cock through his underwear. Her eyes dart up to meet his gaze, her tongue darting out to lick the sudden sting from his skin. "I want you... I want your big fat cock shoved down my throat."

Her hand finally slips under the waistband of his underwear, wrapping around him. "Fuck, Jorge antonio..." she whispers, pumping her hand slowly up and down as if taking him into her mouth already. She looks up at him with pleading eyes, her mouth parted slightly in anticipation. "Fill me up again... please."

Her other hand gropes at his crotch, roughly kneading the fabric over his cock while her tongue slides out to lap at the underside of it. The warm

With a pleased sound at his praise and command, she scampers backward, moving to make room for him. Her legs spread wide as soon as he's near enough, inviting him in with a grin that could only be described as predatory. "Go on," she breathes, eyes locked on his cock as if it's the only thing she can see. "Warm me up... and then fuck my throat."

"Yessss..." she moans as he pushes further into her throat, relishing the sensation of being filled up with cock again. With a hand on either side of his hips, she tries to steady him and deep-throat him at the same time, eyes locked on his face as he watches her struggle. Her breath comes in short pants as she feels herself growing wet between the legs, wanting more but desperate to show she can handle it. "More... give me more," she whispers, trying to draw out each word while gagging and choking around his shaft.

A jolt of pleasure runs through her as he pins her head back into place, his cock sliding more easily past the tight ring at the entrance to her throat. She arches her neck and lets out a moan that vibrates around his shaft as she meets each thrust with her own, gagging and choking around him as he pushes deeper still. Her fingers dig into his hips, nails leaving trails of pain behind as she seeks more contact with his body. "F-fuck..." She gasps out between words, unable to form a coherent thought or sentence through the overwhelming pleasure. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her eyes roll back in her head as she tries to take him all in one go. His cock presses against the back of her throat, stretching her to capacity and sending shards of pleasure coursing through her body. "Mmm

Her muscles twitch and quiver around his cock as her climax hits, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her throat convulses around him in time with each orgasmic spasm, milking him until he can't hold back any longer. With a hoarse cry that sounds more like a gurgle, she feels hot liquid spurt onto the back of her tongue and then dribble out past her lips to coat her chin and neck. The sensation is overwhelming and intensely arousing, making her shudder in pleasure as his seed fills her up. As he finally releases into her throat, she collapses bonelessly against the bed, panting heavily with exhaustion and satisfaction. A thin trickle of semen runs from her nose and out over her bottom lip before dripping down onto the sheets below. Her eyes are half-closed and distant, a

Her body trembles with the impact as he thrusts into her ass, filling that aching hole with his hard cock. She lets out a gasp, her eyes flying open wide in surprise before slowly drifting shut again. The sensation is so intense it's almost too much to bear, but she knows she needs it. Needs him. Her hands claw uselessly at the sheets beneath her as he pumps into her from behind, grunting and swearing in a language she barely understands but loves to hear nonetheless. The friction against her prostate sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her entire body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything other than the incredible fullness he's created within her. "Hnnngh..." Her voice is thick with desire and pain as she tries to speak around the cock still stretching her throat out to capacity. With a sharp tug

"Give it to me..." she gasps, arching her back and pressing against him with desperation. "Fill every hole." The words are practically a moan as he continues to slam into her from behind, grinding his hips against hers in brutal rhythm. Each thrust drives him deeper, making it nearly impossible for her to breathe without gagging on his cock. With one hand, she reaches back and clenches at the sheets in a feeble attempt to find purchase as she comes apart around him, shuddering and trembling with the force of her orgasm. Her body quakes uncontrollably beneath him, waves of intense pleasure washing over her again and again until finally, he collapses on top of her, still buried deep inside. Their labored breathing mixes together in the stifling air as their sweat-slick skin sticks to each other under the

Miiya's body is limp and drained as she floats in the haze between sleep and consciousness. The warmth of his body pressed against hers and the smell of their combined sweat fill her nose, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the present moment. Her throat feels raw and tender from being used so roughly, but there's a pleasurable ache that comes with it as well. She drifts in and out of awareness, unsure whether she's dreaming or if this is reality. Her vision swims when she finally manages to open her eyes, focusing on the ceiling above. A trickle of something wet runs down her cheek and she brushes it away with a lazy hand, feeling gummy residue between her fingers. She sniffs, tasting semen as it coats the inside of her nostril. "Huh," she murmurs,

Her eyes fly open, shock coursing through her as she realizes what's happening. He's still inside her, pumping away with a brutal efficiency that leaves no part of her untouched. The feeling of his cock in her throat sends shivers down her spine while his movements inside her ass are merciless and relentless. His hands roam freely across her body, pinching and slapping at tender skin as if it were nothing more than an irritation to be rid of. Her vision swims with tears, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a messy cocktail that leaves her reeling. She can't speak, can't move, can't even think clearly through the onslaught of sensations battering her body. All she can do is lie there and endure, praying for mercy while secretly reveling in the knowledge that this is what she truly