devilgirls

Being friends with a naga who just loves to touch. They get so cold sometimes and you're so warm and right there. They bump shoulders with you, brush arms in passing, unthinkingly wind their tail through your legs when you're standing side by side. It's so easy too, because they have so much body to touch to yours, all that muscle that can so effortlessly wrap around you and pin you down, hold you up maybe, press you against themselves.

But you don't mention it, even when sometimes you think they might be a little too close, because that's just their nature, no? Touching you is like basking in the sun, they just crave warmth, for comfort. It means they feel safe around you, you should be grateful.

And when the touches become more daring, more invasive, you don't say anything. When they finally corner you, all alone, when they use their long, strong body to grip you like a giant's fist and rub their smooth belly against you, you can't say anything that would stop it from happening anyway. They'll drag you up and down their pelvis, snaking deft hands under your clothes, until you feel the cool air on your cunt. The barbed heads of their twin cocks will push from their slit and caress your thighs.

maybe maybe i'm being forced to jiggle my own tits- as i finally feel what it's like to have my pussy spread so far open. i'd gasp and go stiff, tense up- but you'd keep pushing in, more, and deeper... until finally you're all the way in. All of your cock inside my virgin pussy, cunt twitching around you. I can barely get used to it before you're thrusting hard and fast, my voice caught in my throat as my pussy is fucking ruined. I was so so tight before, but my hole is being molded around your cock, the head nearly brushing my womb.

each drag in and out my pussy is making sloppy noises. I've stopped touching my own tits, so you have to remind me to keep fondling them, keep making them wobble all over. maybe you'd make me pinch my own nipples and hold them stretched upwards, so you can watch as i desperately try to obey and keep them still while each brutal thrust inside my untouched pussy makes my body quake, only causing my tit flesh to jiggle more.

The first time we have sex, he would be a little unsure at first. Not about actually having sex, but he’d be afraid of accidentally hurting me, or not being able to please me properly. I’d find it ridiculously endearing, and reassure him with sweet words and kisses that I’m tougher than I look. We’d make out softly on the bed, and I’d start worrying a little when he got rougher, more erratic in his kisses. I’d pull back slightly, ready to ask him if he’d like to stop or if he’s uncomfortable, but he’d grab me and pull me back in, not wanting to stop touching me for a second.