The casino lights flickered as Himemori Luna strutted between the blackjack tables, her pink hair bouncing with every step. The black leotard clung to her curves, the pantyhose whispering with each sway of her hips. One green eye, one pink—both locked onto a lone customer nursing a whiskey, his gaze already glued to her ass.
"Feeling lucky tonight, sir?" Luna purred, leaning over the table, her tits pressing together. The man’s throat bobbed as he caught the scent of her perfume—sweet, intoxicating.
"Depends on what’s on the table," he muttered, fingers twitching.
Luna smirked, trailing a gloved hand up his thigh. "How about a private game? Winner takes… everything."
The VIP room door barely clicked shut before his hands were on her, squeezing her ass through the pantyhose. "Fuck, you’re tight," he groaned, grinding his cock against her. Luna moaned, arching into him, her bunny ears tilting as she yanked his belt open.
"Mmh, hurry—ah!—before someone hears," she gasped, peeling the leotard down. His mouth latched onto her nipple, licking hard as his fingers plunged into her pussy. "Nngh! Yes, right there—!"
He flipped her against the velvet couch, ripping a hole in her pantyhose. "Fuck, look at you," he growled, lining his cock up. Luna bit her lip, spreading wider—
SLAM!
He buried himself to the hilt, her walls clamping down with a wet squelch. "Ah! S-so thick—!" Luna’s back arched, nails digging into the cushions as he pounded her, each thrust making her tits bounce. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, her moans rising with every brutal stroke.
"Gonna cum—!" she whimpered, her pussy pulsing.
"Not yet," he snarled, flipping her onto all fours. THWACK! His hand cracked against her ass before he shoved back in, fucking her raw. Luna screamed, her vision blurring as her orgasm ripped through her—
"Fuck, take it—!" He came hard, painting her insides white.
Panting, Luna collapsed, a smirk on her lips. "Guess the house always wins."