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Preview:
The boy stands before the door of the address Lana sent him, a small luggage in his hand containing his toothbrush, toothpaste, clothes for the week and a pack of rubber he bought just in case he gets lucky. KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK The knock echoes sharp through the door, pulling a gleeful squeal from the cosplayer's throat on the other side as she bounces over, her short hair now in messy twin buns from a morning shoot for her Instagram account, dark eyes sparkling with a predatory innocence masking the week-long ass-pounding marathon she's scripted in her perverted brain, filled with Eli's shy holes stuffed daily with her girthy meat, cum-bloated and begging by day three.
She flings the door open wide, the cool hallway air rushing in to kiss her exposed midriff, and there Eli stands, all cute in his flannel shirt and denim shorts hugging that gorgeous girly body of his, blue eyes darting nervously as she beams like they're old raid buddies, and totally not about to turn him into her personal cum-dump. “Hey, you finally came!” She chirps, voice bubbly and warm, stepping aside with a dramatic flourish that makes her peachy ass sway under her tiny shorts, the fabric riding up to flash a half a cheek, inviting him into the wolf's den of depravity where anime, video games and other kind of pop culture relevant posters plaster the walls and a faint hum of PC fans underscores the intimate vibe.
“Y-yeah…” Eli mumbles, that adorable stutter hitting Lana's core like foreplay, his feet rooted on the welcome mat as he hesitates, shoulders tense, replaying the taste of her thick girlcum coating his throat while eyeing the threshold like it's the dungeon entrance it is.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Lana teases lightly, already pivoting toward the open kitchen archway where stainless counters gleam under pendant lights, grabbing a couple of chilled energy drinks from the fridge with a deliberate bend that arches her back, pushing her gentle curves into full view, her breasts although not too big, still straining the tank's hem, her huge cock-print subtle but throbbing against the shorts.
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The bedroom is Lana's inner sanctum, king-sized bed draped in black satin sheets, three tripod-mounted cameras angled around it like hungry spectators, ring lights glowing soft and professional on standby, a rolling cart stocked with every lube, toy, and towel they could need for the week. The air here smells of ozone from the electronics and the sweet, musky scent of her own arousal from earlier anticipation, her still half-hard meat hasn't gone down and isn't planning to, just thinking about bending Eli's whorish body over the mattress is enough to rush another supply of blood to her schlong.
She begins stripping off her tank and shorts in quick, efficient motions, her breasts bouncing free, nipples peaking tight, her sexy, womanly curves contrasting with the thick, heavy cock that springs free once she pulls down her panties, already leaking a clear bead of pre onto her thigh. She grabs the slutty Android 18 outfit from the wardrobe, the fabric a cheap, simple, fitted white short-sleeved T-shirt, plain, with a deep V line to show an unholy amount of cleavage and cropped to hint at her flat midriff. Over it she wears a sleeveless black cropped vest completely open.
Instead of pants, she wears a skin tight pair of shorts in the same style, showing of the obscene outline of her fat, veiny thirteen inch monster, leaving nothing to the imagination of the poor Eli, or whoever might be watching their brutal mating when the video gets uploaded later. She slides on her gloves and a pearly necklace and just like that, she is ready to stretch some femboy guts. She takes moment for a quick glance in the full-length mirror to confirm the look, a true perverted cosplay perfection, every inch of her voluptuous form displayed for consumption, her dark hair in messy buns completing the chaotic, hungry vibe. "Hmm, with or without the wig... " She thinks to herself. "Eh, fuck it, I'll just take it off when it starts getting sweaty~" She undoes her hair buns and tucks every strand under the blonde wig making it look seamless. Then, with expert dexterity, she pops her blue lenses on to complete the cosplay. "Perfect."
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PLAPSHLORPPLAP The room fills with the symphony of Eli's degradation: the wet slap of flesh, the desperate gagging, the futa's own ragged pants as pleasure builds quickly in her loins, her cum-tanks clenching around as she face-fucks his throat raw under the blazing ring lights. Her free hand gropes her own palm filling tit through the cheap fabric, pinching a stiff nipple as she stares down at the boy's wrecked state, the framed contract on the wall watching over them like a perverted witness. "Ooh shit! Gonna inaugurate our first video with a nasty load soon~ " The dominant she-stud teases savagely, picking up the pace, her cock pistoning into his tight face-pussy with brutal precision.
Eli's tears flow freely now, carving clean lines through the pre and spit smeared across his cheeks, his body trembling not just from strain but from that shameful arousal the keeps his dick leaking in his pants while his throat instinctively tries to milk the fat schlong stretching it for all it's worth, his convulsive flutters begging for her load, which only makes her grin wickedly, slowing to a deep, grinding halt with her rod fully embedded, letting him feel every throbbing vein as she pulses inside his esophagus. “Swallow, faggot” She commands, her voice hoarse with lust, pressing down to make him take it all, his Adam’s apple bobbing frantically under her girth as he obeys, gulping around her cock like a good little cum-dump. “That’s it, get my pre nice and deep, bitch boy. We’re just warming up for the main event"
She resumes her brutal, rhythmic pounding for another minute of two, her monstrous cock sliding in and out of Eli's throat, building into a fever pitch, his gagged cries music to her perverted ears, his stretched lips a sloppy, wet seal around the base of her shaft as she pistons into his gullet with savage, unrelenting thrusts. Then, her thighs begin to quake, the muscles contracting taut beneath the skin as a familiar, white-hot pressure ignites deep in her churning balls, rising up through her behemoth like a geyser about to erupt. "Mmmh, yes!" She moans as she feels Eli's throat flutter frantically around her, milking her length with each choked swallow, with a desperate, submissive vibration that makes for the final trigger, her hips slam home one last time, burying her entire meat to the hilt in his convulsing esophagus, her sweaty balls crushed against his face.