note; look at her in the first pic omfgggggg the puppy eyes????????? i am ovulatinggg ive got a thing for asian baddies whose color palette is blue
tw; strap, overstimulation, yall fuck in a hotel, public sex
she’s got you covering your mouth to conceal your whimpers and moans threatening to spill, eyes flickering because mizu’s silicone strap that is buried deep within you is hitting that one spot.
you don’t even know where she got it but here you are—on your back, legs up to your chest thanks to mizu holding down your legs, your dripping cunt free to use for her.
“you better keep quiet, or else they’ll hear you,” your vacant hand flies up to grip her blue kimono, “you don’t want that, do you?”
you don’t. but she is making it very hard for you. the slaps of her hips are low, but they can be heard if one listens very carefully.
you honestly don’t know how many orgasms you’ve already had; three? four? there’s really no point in counting when the base of mizu’s strap is coated with your cum, rings forming around it. or, your slickness covering your entire cunt, i’m pretty sure her pants are covered too because you can feel its wetness when her thighs meet with yours.
she’s got a thing for fucking you numb while wearing her clothes. and for fucking you while in a hotel; the rush of it all. the thrill of it all. the risk of it all. the thought that someone can catch you two? mhmm.
your fingers curl firmly on her clothes when she particularly gives you a harsh thrust to bring you back to earth, your pussy fluttering around her strap, “focus on me.”
you know she’s on the edge too. she barely shows it but you know. her breaths are shallow, eyes dilated, and her fingers are gripping your thighs so tight that she’ll be leaving marks and bruises.
“how can i focus on y-you–oh jesus,” you feel yourself gush around her strap.
the sting of her going in and out of you makes you see stars in your vision, your legs aching with how long she’s been at it.
she grunts with every thrust, putting all of her weight into fucking you senseless, “focus. on. me.”
your orgasm comes unexpectedly, blindsiding you; blinding you. your cum coats her dick more, coming out whiter and whiter each time she pulls back.
you’re sure your soul left your body because you don’t even register your hand coming up to mizu’s face, trying to push her away, eyes watering since she’s making you cum to the point where you feel like you’re floating.
your head hurts, your throat is sore, your body is aching, you feel dizzy, you feel everything—you feel her.
“no, no,” her pace never wavers, her own clit stimulated from the strap rubbing it, “one more.”
“but that’s what you said hours a-ago, mizu.”
