( good. she finds some sort of sick pleasure in his discomfort. )

" say uncle and i'll stop juggling the mattress. say it! say it or i'll make you roll around in your own puke! "

( she doesn't even hesitate to put her hands on one corner of the water bed JUST to start wobbling it around. )

🚬|| no one knows how bad i want this freaky ass fortune teller. ugh my wife

+ she seems to take pride in toying with ivan's paranoia, tapping her nails rhythmically against the chair while he rubs her clothed cunt up and down. )

" you're a big, strong man. surely you could easily just tear these silly pantyhose and panties off of me, right? or do you prefer a striptease? "

( wanton and drooling, her pouty lips leave his fingers coated in her drool. she looks so pretty like this: eager, open-legged, sucking his digits before he pinches her tongue and pulls her cheek. )

" a world of dogs, and only dog survive. "

( now where could she have heard that one before? +

+ cunt so damp. . . ? )

+ kind of. . . turns her on to be helpless. it was a sick thrill, and she'd never admit it aloud, but having someone put her in such a position was kind of exciting. it was a change of pace she couldn't have seen coming.

she seems to be liking it alot. why's that spot on the mattress under her +

+ chew out her assailant with some thoughtfully chosen swears, a particular thrust into her pliant asshole wins jinx a delightful little moan. it's disgusting— shame seems to wrap itself around odori from her body's oppositional responses to the unwanted sexual advances. she's helpless. and it +

( there's not much she can do. it's useless, helpless even. her fingers barely twitch as she instinctly tries to reach up for the shotgun, and that's when it finally hits her that whoever this was. . . didn't belong here.

odori finally regains some feeling in her face alone, but before she can +

🚬|| i gotta get more freaks into no im not a human I WANT CANON COMPLACENT FREAKY AF SMUTTTT UGHHHHA!!!!!

🚬|| chat hold me back can we please stop fucking comparing umamusume characters having r34 of them drawn to actual legitimate real life crimes. no gooning to anime horse girl who's like 99% humanoid isn't the same as jacking off to real images of dead horses are you ACTUALLY FUCKING STUPID SHUT UP??

🚬|| last repost is me chat hehe

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒔,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒐 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒔 .

🚬|| wait lowkey... why is he growing on me </3

+ is the sheer *size*, she doesn't know anyone in this house who's cock could possibly compare to the one impaling her and crushing her poor girlprostate. a million questions, and the only answer is the traitorous wetness between her legs as a pathetic noise leaves her mouth. )

+ lips part, but even her tongue seems to be weighed down whatever shit she'd been drugged with. her asshole's tight at least - presumably, her shit husband never thought of using her backdoor to get himself off. too bad for him, seems like someone else is staking a claim on that.

the worst part +

( that needle was probably going to be a bigger issue than the inevitable asshole resizing she was currently on the receiving end of, but that worry would have to come later. every muscle in her body seems to fail odori as the same time, only her eyes capable of rolling back into her head. her +

+ bankrupt, isn't it? "

( she teases, tossing her blouse off to the side without a care in the world. she even bites her nail in a coquetteish manner, batting her lashes playfully. )

" not that i mind it at all. i think we could all benefit from looser morals around here. "

( she jumps as his hand connects with her ass again, leaving his marred handprint on her pale cheeks. odori interjects his demand with a velvety laugh that could warm even that dummy with the coat in the living room. )

" making demands of a married woman to get undressed is a little morally +

+ her head enough to see who'd entered the bedroom. )

" who. . . hello? "

( even her words are slurred, partly because of the mysterious fluid weighing down all her muscles, partly because she's hardly sobered up. she's helpless in this position, trapped on her stomach with her ass up. )

( even the needle-prick of a needle doesn't seem to stir the drunken bitch from her slumber, a little curl of her toes the only indication she'd even felt anything. however, the gradual paralysis that spreads does finally wake the slumbering office lady. her eyes peel open, but she can barely move +

" no, i like men who know when to sit and stay. i just hate it when they're married to me. HA! "

" if he isn't mindlessly submissive to my every command, i don't want him. "

🚬|| BRING HIM BASAAACK WHYYYYY CECIL STEADMAN IS SO SEXYYYYY