#vana.txt

[mewnbuns]

letting him rub his cock against you while you’re lying on your stomach, his huge hands spreading your ass open so he watch the tip split through your folds and tease all the way over both of your holes….

[mewnbun]

The concept of Zanka coming by your bedroom to wake you up when you don’t show up to have breakfast like you usually do.

He wraps his knuckles three times on the door, fidgets from one leg to the other and swaps his assistaff in his hands twice before he hears you stir on the other side of the door.

“Ya doin’ alright? This ain’t normally like ya is all so thought I’d check in, ya sleep in or somethin’?” He calls with a huff, growing impatient as he hears you shuffle. Zanka almost lies, almost says Enjin or Gris sent him, but decides he wants to take the credit for the wellness check instead, puffing out his chest a bit as he waits.

That’s when you open it. Your eyes are still half-closed as you peer into the hallway with a puzzled expression, most likely upset about the sudden, early intrusion like it’s not approaching lunch.

You blink at Zanka after a beat, and within that same moment his own eyes widen, almost dropping his assistaff in favour of covering them with his hand.

“Wha—what the hell, where’s yer damn uniform?!” Zanka gawks, incredulous, affronted. You’re unmistakably naked, with a bed-sheet half wrapped around yourself and he can’t lie this is one of the most startlingly erotic moments of his life.

You click your tongue, still squinting at him, “Don’t be so loud, it’s so early.” You try to cover yourself by pulling the sheet up to your neck but in exchange expose a scandalous amount of bare leg that catches Zanka’s now wide eyes. His eyes flicker down to the skin for a moment and then he has to whip his head down the hallway to stop himself from gaping. He feels himself burn, flushing bright red, so flustered his ears begin to pop.

“Ain’t no way this is really happenin’ yer dreamin’, ya gotta be.” He mutters to himself, almost laughing in disbelief. He can’t respond to you. He doesn’t trust his voice, his mouth opens then closes then opens again. He clears his throat, swallows dry and then almost splutters when you take a half step back and swing the door wider, making his head turn back towards it.

As it opens, the movement makes a tiny wind that presses the sheet against your body and Zanka can see the outline of your nudity in perfect profile for a single, fleeting moment. One that makes his cock twitch, his cheeks flush and his heart race wildly.

And then you ask, “Do you want to come in?”

[mewnbuns]

watching his cock twitch and leak with rock-hard anticipation when he measures it up against your lower stomach, seeing how deep he’s about to reach

[mewnbuns]

men who make out with your pussy, men who drool all over her, men who lick long stripes over your clit, men who curl their tongue through your folds, men who love how loud she gets, you agree

[mewnbuns]

when he finally bottoms out inside of you and lets out such a low, ragged and almost desperate sound that makes it known he’s been waiting for this alllllllll day

[mewnbuns]

sitting in his lap while he bounces you on his cock and places kisses and bite marks all over your breasts, send tweet

[mewnbuns]

that painfully long second during a pussy job when his tip falls against the entrance to your pussy and he’s wondering whether or not he should just push right in…..

[mewnbuns]

when you accidentally back your ass up a little too much into his crotch and he gives your waist a quick squeeze, lowering his lips by your ear as he grumbles out a low “careful”