— 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕. 🩸

“ Stuttering already?
so pretty.

I do like to ‘play with my food’ ,
gives a better taste. “

She might not have blessed him with one,
but he will make her see the stars.

“ Do keep on staring,
from up close. “

— 𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙪𝙜𝙨.
𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. . .

𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.
↻ + ♡︎

That’s a new pretty prey,
for his hunger.

"I'm... doing this? This isn't even REMOTELY related to the hotel!

Ugh, Angel is so gonna get it later for tricking me... 💢"

❤️ + 🔁 + 🖼️

#HAZBINRP #ERP #HELLUVARP #LEWDRP #TABOORP #OPENRP

*(🩸) Stunning looks either way!

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"𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦."

— 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈.

— 𝐍/𝐒𝐅𝐖 + 𝐓𝐗𝐁𝐎𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋.

— 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃/𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐂 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒! ❤️

— 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧? 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 '𝐞𝐦!

#HAZBINRP #ERP #HELLUVARP #LEWDRP #NSFWRP #TABOORP #OPENRP

⠀ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦.
𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰...

❥ "plain girl" nagai mui
❥ shy, secret pervert
❥ 100% submissive
❥ VERY lewd, mdni
❥ busy writer, replies may be slow

—

#LEWDRP #NSFWRP

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❥ nao aika, your local party gal!

#LEWDRP #MVRP #OCRP

unattended, teasing her nipples and clit as the large tentacles twisted and swirled while pleasuring her holes.

Some more emerged to wrap around her thighs, around her waist and wrists, lightly twisting and squeezing her whole.

Was that a sort of claiming?

If she moans,
it must mean she wants more.

Under the invitation of her voice, that tentacle reached even deeper into her mouth , sliding back and forth against her tongue and leaving an heavy coating of its slimy texture.

Her entire body was being used as his plaything, not leaving an inch—

his hand slipped out and got back at her with a noisy, wet slap against her bottom, brushing his palm into her clit.

“ — a question. “

Then it was back at it, using her body like a toy for his amusement. Not more than just a few seconds of pleasure, before another slap.

A cycle to repeat.

“ I’ve asked you— “

An attempt at words was far from enough, and in a show of ‘displeasure’ his fingers thrusted at an even quicker pace in her, hitting her spot and brushing against it as if he wanted her to climax, more than to actually speak.

It all got interrupted as, in the middle of that—

So did then other Guy — as a result, the poor Gal was actually being squished in between, sandwiched by the two guys.

“ The fuck? Bitch for real? “

Judging by the tone of Man who just had his hand slapped, what she just told was far from happy news. Yet, that same taunting and cocky chuckle left his lips, as he curiously tired to take a peek at her phone screen and see for himself if that was true.

+

No, she doesn’t have to.
not a single thought, nothing.

Feeling her soft lips plant a kiss on the tentacle there was a brief interruption in its movement, before it started to brush against her mouth. Reaching forth, entering her mouth to swirl around her tongue - it’s warm, soft and slimy.

His face approaching closer, reaching in to slowly lick her lips. A soft, taunting chuckle escaped his amused grin as he kept her head still in place.

“ Do you think you’re being good? “

His voice a whisper that made his question sound like ‘there was no right answer’.

It didn’t stop there, if anything
it all got worse.

At first it might be similar to a massage, but soon after those large fingers started to treat her body like she was some sort of toy.
Sliding back and forth with little respect or care, pushing them deep enough to press his palm into her lips—

In the meanwhile, the other Guy already placed an hand on her shoulder, leaning close to her ear on the opposite side.

“ If you start talking this way, we might just not be so nice with you anymore, ‘gal. “

She can sure try,
but succeeding stands at a very low chance.

“Losers? That’s not how a lady should talk. Ain’t it now?“

A taunting tone, his body right in front of her. Those plump lips are far too charming to not be touched — and placing his hand on her chin, his thumb goes just for that.

+

*(🩸) I hate the digit limits.
You better not be bothered by having to read two posts.

acting any longer, as his heavy hand quickly moved the clothing on the side.

He had no care, no sweetness.
Sliding his open palm on her lower body before slowly pushing inside a finger,
two, three.

Three fingers of his rather large hand taking space against her walls, massaging throughly.

His hand slid higher on her figure, letting go of her breast with a quick slap before reaching up to her neck — fingers wrapping around her throat, index poking her cheek to force her into staring back at him.

“ Now, now. “

He whispered, his tone taunting,
her damp bottom wouldn’t stop his

+

“ Will you? “
She is so pathetic,
it makes him want to slap her again.

His hand leaving another slap on top of her underwear, groping her bottom as if she was his property already. Sliding his whole open, rough palm against her wet underwear.

“ Action speak louder than word,
So 𝙗𝙚 good. “

She learns quickly,
𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩.

No need for thoughts to pester her mind, let that ‘hard working’ mask fall.

For once she can finally relax, her body is reacting so nicely to his treat.
nothing bad in being a 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡 for once.

Each buzz an incentive to do more, and he will.

A scoff escaped his mouth, warm breath touching her neck from the back as she called him a pervert.

One hand quickly shifted lower to slap her body underneath the skirt, and turning that hit into an heavy, eager groping of her damp underwear.

“ Don’t talk to me with a bad tongue, girl. “

Unfortunately those pleads seemed to reach a deaf hear,
those hands of his didn’t stop.

Roughing her up some more, playing with her ample breasts as if she was some sort of toy. Then, his tongue caressed the back of her neck, just so slowly.

“ No one is getting here anytime soon, I checked. “

‘Thinking’ ?
Hah. She doesn’t have to do something so silly such as thinking, not when He is around.

No need to stress it,
one way or another, He will make those feeling flow out of Her.

Did he spoil the fun already? Ops.

Those heavy hands are feeling her up quite eagerly, groping and squeezing,
as if that guy had been craving that for years, definitely not the co-worker professional attitude.

“ Fuck. You’ve got the voice. . . my dude will love you once he gets here. . ~ “

— 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴.

“ Stressing it too much, too much! ‘Ya look good as it is, real thing is. . . “

Not leaving her much space,
already close and personal.

“ Clubbing alone? We could keep you a nice company, and we ain’t taking no for answers. . ~ “

Craving.
Desire.
Love.
Lust.
More.
*(💕)