Because I saw that ask about Castlevania:
Adrian with a pussy who's so cocky about it. You mention going down on him and he's all confident, parting his legs and spreading the folds of his pussy with two fingers, telling you to do your worst.
He quickly regrets those words when 3 orgasms later he's trembling against you, struggling to fight out of your grip as you keep him pulled tight against your face, tongue dragging another orgasm from him that has his whole body almost folding over you where you sit inbetween his thighs.
His confidence falters at the grin you give him as you get on your knees, but he tilts his hips and spreads the folds of his pussy with his fingers. Adrian’s legs quiver when you drag the flat of your tongue over his cunt, the vibrations of your hungry groan as you taste his wetness make him twitch. Your hands grip his thighs, your fingers digging into his pale flesh to keep him still for your mouth. He’s a goner the moment you latch onto his clit, wrapping your lips around it and sucking hard.
Adrian’s moans and whimpers are loud, filling the room. He threads his fingers in your hair for support, his eyes fluttering shut as he fails to keep himself quiet. He tries to pull you off him, but you continue eating his cunt like it’s the first meal you’ve had in weeks. He’s so wet, gushing into your mouth, and you noisily slurp it all up without wasting a single drop. Tears sting Adrian’s eyes when your fingers push into him, curling and spreading as you kiss his sticky clit.
You pull your face away, glistening with his juices, and raise an eyebrow. “Are you going to say it?” You ask over the wet squelching of your fingers fucking into his pussy.
Adrian knows what you mean— that special word that will make you stop whatever you’re doing. But he shakes his head, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks, and hiccups out a pathetic “please.”












