noah.

Neck kissing. He spends an ungodly amount of time just kissing your neck, heat radiating off your aroused skin as his lips reach for every inch that’s been left untouched. “So soft,” He mumbles as he leaves a line of gentle kisses in his lips wake. Aki lets his fingers dip into your damp panties as he continues, moaning only when you moan because he gets absolute satisfaction only when you do. Aki would kiss your neck gently as he fingers work furiously inside of you and stay that way for hours, until you ask for him to finally fuck you properly.

Consent. “Is it okay if I pull your hair a little?” He croaks, fingers playing with your strands hesitantly. Aki plants his face in your neck and laves his tongue over the beating pulse that rests just under your feverish skin. When you give him the go ahead, he sits up and fucks you hard from behind properly, fingers snaking between each strand. Your scalp burns as he yanks on your hair like reins. “Don’t even know why I bother asking. We both know you want it to hurt.”

Cumming untouched. He’s got no clue what it is about you that brings this out in him. No other woman can have him jizzing his pants before he’s even touched himself. It’s so easy with you and you like the power, and he knows that you like it. You stare down at him, his face dripping between your legs while he’s on his knees – so long that they’re bruising a bit. Your taste getting him off, every drop of your juices incredibly welcome on each of his taste buds. He cums in his pants while he’s eating you out, not even having a chance to lay a finger on his cock. Aki cums so hard before you’ve even touched him. “‘M sorry.” Every cell in his body burns as each one tells him to apologize for cumming so easily. He can’t help it, such a sweet little puppy. “You have no idea what you do to me though.” He moans around a mouthful of your pussy. Your scent really gets him hard again in no time.

Dacryphilia. I don’t mean to make him such a sissy but he cries during sex. He tries to play it cool when he first feels his eyes stinging with fresh tears. Aki grunts on top of you, your legs wrapped securely around his waist while he fucks you. You usually notice the tears pretty quickly though. He’s not as good at hiding his emotions as he thinks he is though. His hips stutter and he starts fucking you more desperately than before. “Love the way you feel, baby. Can’t help it.” Sometimes he just can’t believe that you’re so good, can’t believe that he’s actually with someone like you. You squeeze him tighter, your legs and your walls enveloping his cock, and leave kisses on his forehead so that he knows that it’s okay.

Voyeurism. Aki would let Angel watch you guys fuck. They’re best friends. They do everything together anyway. Angel expresses himself pretty openly. “Honestly,” His monotone hits your ears while the three of you drink together at your’s and Aki’s apartment. “I can’t imagine this one being any good in bed, as uptight as he is.” And Aki kind of takes that personally. “Wanna see for yourself?” And maybe it’s the alcohol for you but, when they look to you expectantly for permission, you begin stripping your clothes away like it’s nothing. You find yourself in such a compromising position, your boyfriend balls deep inside of you and his work partner standing over your two naked bodies with his lithe cock in his fist. “You two are so good together.” Angel chokes out a moan, hunger in his devilish eyes – the desire to join almost too strong to resist. “Why don’t you moan Angel’s name for us?” Aki smiles into the rough fuck, going a little farther and pleasantly surprised when you obey them.

Pet names. He likes being called baby. You hug him close to your chest, soft skin of your tits resting against his cheeks. It’s like his own personal heaven. He promises that it’s just going to be for a few minutes. “Had a long day at work.” And he really needs your warmth. “Just a few minutes and then I’ll fuck you like you deserve.” But a few minutes pass like nothing. An hour, an hour and a half, two hours pass like sand through your fingers. He started holding you close like a teddy bear and snoring fifteen minutes into the cuddle. Even in his sleep, Aki can most certainly hear your sweet voice hitting his ears. “Get your rest, baby.” You kiss his forehead and settle in to sleep for the night as well.

Spanking. Aki has no issue with giving you control. But sometimes, he catches you abusing your power and that simply won’t do. He’s totally fine with you being his dominant, fucking loves the idea of being your baby. Just the image of you stepping on him (cliché as it is) gets him rock hard at his damn desk at work. “The fuck did you just call me?” He asks, easing out of you and letting you out of the tight as hell mating press. You try to keep your expression neutral. Aki doesn’t scare you in the slightest. You allow your lip to quiver at his next words, knowing exactly what it’s going to get you. “Maybe you need a reminder of who’s really in charge here.” Your boyfriend mutters, snapping his fingers and pointing to his naked lap for you to bend over – ass in the air. “You don’t get to call me your little bitch, got that? Only one of us has that privilege and, mommy, it’s not you.” His hand stings against your ass, sure to leave a print there for days for him to enjoy anytime you walk around the house in nothing but one of his shirts.

Multiple orgasms. Aki is, by nature, a giver before all else. He’ll go rounds, neglecting his own needs just to be sure that your needs are met over and over again. He won’t admit it out loud but he loves it when you lay back and allow him to lavish you the way that you deserve. You come down quickly from your seventh orgasm (you’ve lost count honestly). You’re not surprised that he’s been able to fuck you thoroughly through all of these orgasms and not cum himself (he works so hard on self-control to be able to please you beyond your imagination) but, “I’m proud of you, baby.” You let out a shaky breath and nod to him. "It’s your turn now.”

Face-fucking. But when you tell him that you’re more than satisfied, that he can finally take what he needs – he does just that. He loses himself in your mouth. “Relax your jaw.” Aki demands, cock hitting your uvula. “Ah, ah fuck!” And he’s already been edging himself all night. You’re tasting his cum on your tongue in no time. He’s spent pretty quickly and falls back on the mattress to catch his breath. “So good baby. Always so good for me.” It’s all he can manage through the ragged breaths and while still riding the waves of his orgasm but his praise kink hits you full force and your heart swells as you envelope your boyfriend in your embrace.

Spit. Sometimes he doesn’t swallow when you squirt in his mouth, rather crawling back up your body and taking your jaw in his hands. He watches you breath heavily, tired from a rocking orgasm and spits your own fluids back In your mouth. “Swallow it all. I’ve been so kind to share. That stuff is more precious than gold. Tastes good doesn’t it? How does it feel? Tasting your own cum like this?” When he’s not letting himself be babied by you, Aki can be such a pervert. His thumb holds your lips together and his forceful eyes demand that you swallow everything he’s given to you – a sticky mixture of your own cum and his spit.

Possessiveness. Aki likes the idea of people knowing that you’re his, marks your neck up at any given opportunity. You usually find the possessiveness kind of hot but it gets toxic sometimes. Something that really stresses him out is the fact that he knows exactly where he’s going to be in two years (dead) but he has no clue where you’re going to be or who you’re going to replace him with. He can be so insecure sometimes. “Aki, I can’t see into the future. You can though, so deal with your shit.” You curse at him after he’s spent the last two hours grilling you about how dedicated you could possibly be to him after he’s gone. “It doesn’t work like that and you know it. I shouldn’t have to ask Future about how you feel though. You should just be able to tell me. Can’t you just give me a straight answer Y/N?” But not even you know what’s going to happen when he dies. It’s something that was always in the back of both of your minds but you never had the guts to bring it up. Times running out though and you look at your exasperated boyfriend with tearful eyes to be honest with him. “No.” He grits his teeth, damned if you think he could ever rest in peace with the knowledge that you think you could move on at any point. Aki kisses you roughly, hands around your waist as he puts his knee between your legs to pull them apart. “Gonna fuck you so hard that you can never forget about me, even when I’m gone.” He growls.

Stygiophilia. With two years left to live, it leaves him wondering if he should be doing more to ensure rights to heaven but, fuck, it’s hard to be a good boy when he’s got a girl that looks as good as you. Aki stares down at your pretty face, lips stretched around the girth of his throbbing cock. Your tongue pokes out to lick a stripe along a pulsing vein. “Gonna damn me to hell acting slutty like this, y’know.” He doesn’t take things, like his mortality, seriously when you’re on your knees for him though. How the fuck could he? Aki laces his long fingers through your hair to hold your head still so that he can fuck your face without interference. “And, fuck, I’m gonna let you.” No eternal heaven could possibly compare to how good it feels to cum down your eager throat – knowing that his cum will rest securely in your tummy all night.

whilst everyone else was indulging in their treats, you were preparing to get tricked on by a bunch of men with expendable income to burn. The Palace was a place known by many for housing some of the most talented, beautiful and finest dancers in [location name]. It had been home to several infamous music videos and helped launch the careers of several girls who were now killing it on social media as influencers or dancing professionally in other forms. You’d begin working here just a little over a year and a half ago. What started as a quick way to get you out of a financial bind, quickly turned into your full time job to help fund a business and put yourself through school and it’s been one hell of an experience to say the least. In that time, you’d touch a lot of money, made some new friends, some enemies and even had suitors try and get to know you outside of the neon lights and cash covered floors. However, something told you that tonight was going to be one like you’d never experienced. See, the club decided it would be a great idea to go with a theme for the evening, sparing no expense for decorations and guest appearances to ensure they attracted nothing but the finest crowd. The theme in question? Alice in Wonderland. The classic film that was stacked with mystical and equally creepy elements. Most of the girls had opted for an adultified, scantily clad, Fashion Nova version of the main character’s costume.

you, on the other hand, decided to do a far sexier version of the Cheshire Cat. Body painting yourself pink and darkish magenta stripes and glitter to accent it with a color matched bikini and hot pink Pleasers strapped around your legs. You’d even acquired an attachable tail and ears to really sell it.

“What about you, (Y/N)? ‘You excited for tonight?” One of your dear colleagues would ask as you sat opposite of the group, nursing a glass of alcohol and finishing up your hair…taking the rollers from the reddish pink bussdown attached to your head.

“Girl yes. Excited for it to be over…you know people like to come in here act the ass on holidays. I just hope nobody starts anything.”

truth be told, you loved this day. The dressing up, the spooky stuff, candy, the endless amount of movies you can binge and especially the parties. But it wasn’t lost on you how ignorant people could get when they populated in large crowds and consumed substances. And don’t let a weapon be involved, that was an entirely different beast in and of itself….your nervous system couldn’t take it. But alas, you hoped that this evening wouldn’t leave you an utter wreck.

“I hear you, boo. But let’s not focus on that dumb shit…let’s just go out there and get this money, okay?”

“Yeah, you right..”

nonetheless, you couldn’t dwell on what could possibly happen. Instead, you just need to put all of your energy into performing right now and making anyone who watched spend as much as their hard earned dollars as possible. Little did you know, for one patron tonight…..that would be of no consequence and you were going to be the lucky winner.

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“Welcome to the Palace’s 2025 HallowBash…tonight, we got some real talented ladies taking the stage, ready to put on a show. Thank y’all for popping out and showing love. We gon’ be keep the ball rolling and the ass shaking..”

Some time had passed since the club opened its doors for the night and it was by far the busiest anyone had ever seen this place. People were lined up outside, piled into every section with bottle girls stepping all over people to get to where they needed to be. Everyone was dressed up in some form or fashion…..sporting creepy costumes, obscure characters to sexy variants of pop culture icons. Drinks were pouring, hookah smoke clouding the atmosphere and bright lights beamed off of every wall.

“Told you this place was great. Look at all these hotties, man…I’m telling you, I’m gonna blow my entire month’s salary in here. Not like we won’t make it back in a day or two.”

“Tch’…you’re so easily impressed, it’s actually cute. Although I do have to agree…there’s some beautiful ladies. But no one’s who caught my eye just yet…I hope that’ll change.”

“My bad, ‘almost forgot who I was talking to…it takes a lot to please your ‘refined palette’..”

“What can I say? I have expensive taste…surely someone here is worth the price.”

it was (Y/N)’s turn to hit the stage next and unbeknownst to you, as you lurked behind the curtain…awaiting your announcement, there was someone else who shared that desire to be swept from their feet, per say. Taken off guard and surprised by what they saw on the stage. Meanwhile, you were hoping that the new skills, dances and this insane getup would catch the eye of some wealthy financier who was willing to not only throw out some serious coin but meet you in a back room and spend more. You didn’t have time to entertain small fish tonight! Alas, both of your subconscious anxieties would be quelled as the DJ took the mic again after a brief intermission..

“Alright, next up to the stage is a lady who hardly needs an intro….her moves, her beauty and that booty speaks all for itself. One of the best to ever do it here at Palace with only a year in the game….a crowd and personal favorite. Put y’all fucking hands together for (dancer name)!”

with that, the crowd…filled to the brim with both newcomers and regulars began to erupt in cheer as the lights dimmed a shade of hot pink and (insert song) began to play. Most girls rushed towards the pole, heels blazing; eager to get the dance done and over with. But you liked the lead up to the routine…the hungry, desperate glare in their eyes as you twirled around, making your ass clap and jump, feeling and touching up on yourself….truly mastering the art of seduction. See, you never performed your most powerful tricks too early. Nine times out of ten, they were only here to see you flash your tits anyways. But for those who truly appreciated it, you’d put on a display like none other. You’d continue your routine, doing splits on the elongated metal, earning loud pops from those observing. Climbing up a short distance, only to come back down and continue dancing. A deviant smile on your face as you teased the onlookers with a potential flashing of those big, perky tits. Although it took less than five minutes for the stage to become flooded with dollar bills, you let them know it wasn’t nearly enough and they wanted to see more, they better have made it worth your while. As the track began to pick up and some provocative lyric was uttered, you’d bend over…mimicking the imagery of spreading yourself open with a hand between those thighs and that ass on full display. The illusion of the painted stripes mesmerizing them. Who knew a cat could look this damn good?!

“Shit…she’s sexy, isn’t she?”

“Let’s see what else she can do..”

Now that everyone was engaged, ready to really see you perform….you'd head back to the pole. “Oh shit! Here she go…get ready!”

you’d take a hard spin around, transitioning into a tornado twirl that eventually ended with your legs butterflying open. You’d flay them around, almost fluid like as your core strength controlled that upper half. That’s when it would happen…

The peering eyes that you’d felt glaring at you throughout the duration of this routine finally met your own gaze. Even though they were concealed behind a mask, it didn’t take long for you to recognize who they belonged to. After all, you couldn’t forget them even if you tried!

The mysterious patron kept a close watch as you began to close out your show..lowering their head with a slight smirk, picking up the chilled glass of liquor to nurse it yet again. It was as if they were waiting for a final piece…a grand ending that would shock everyone, including yourself. And once you had the confirmation you needed, you’d give them exactly that. Going up to the highest point, twisting yourself to an almost inverted position, keeping a firm grasp, (Y/N) awaited the beat drop as the audience sang along, and when it happened:

“Holy shit! Did she just—“

“Did you see that?!”

“She’s insane, what the fuck?!”

a soft chuckle left the lips of the mystery person, seeming to be more than pleased with your maneuvers.

“That’s my girl….you always did know how to get my attention.”

you’d come down dangling head first. Only to flip yourself upwards halfway and fall into a hard split….causing the whole place to erupt and money to fall from the ceiling. Fifties, tens and even a few hundreds littered your view. But perhaps the largest payout would come when finally, your secret admirer stood their feet, heels clicking as they strutted towards the stage with almost three bands in a stack. You’d crawl towards the edge on all fours, emulating the creature you were dressed up as. That long tail and your thick backside poking out as they neared you. The mystery person, whose identity you were certain of at this point, would tug you close and shove their tongue into your mouth, leaning over to stuff loose bills on the sides of your thong. Claiming dominion over you and that pretty little body right there in front of the entire club! All of the men began to cheer when they realized they were witnessing two girls making out and their horny little brains couldn’t take it.

“I knew you’d come back for me.”

“And let someone else take what’s mine? Not a chance..”

“…let’s go to the back.”

Finally, the song would conclude and everyone would be left in awe. Not only of your skills but those but that little showcase as well. She’d help you readjust until you were sitting upright and on your feet. With that, the two of you would traipse hand in hand through the crowd…hers clutching a bit tighter as to make sure you didn’t leave her sight.

“Enjin, tell Boss I won’t be coming back tonight. I have something I need to take care of.”

you’d peer over to your right to see a tall blonde man, littered with tattoos you could see courtesy of his tattered shirt, as he was dressed as Freddy Kruger. He’d smirk at his companion and your company for the rest of the evening, who wore an all white two piece; cropped and revealing her toned midriff with a pair of loose fitting pants that dangled on her waist to reveal a butterfly tattoo on her right hip. A long fur lined trenchcoat flung across her shoulders, covering her body and that gold trimmed mask was positioned around her curly blonde pixie cut. She was stunning…was and always would be in your eyes. As the two of you navigated the crowd, neither of you uttered a single word. Nothing needed to be explained or even said….and you couldn’t wait until she got you alone.

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“..S-sem!..Fuck, wait—“

“Unt uh..I’m not waiting on shit. Keep those legs open and quit squirming..”

it took absolutely no time at all for old habits to transpire as you guys finally made it behind private, closed doors. The backrooms, surrounded by plus couches, deep red wallpaper and a constant gaze of smoke that lingered from previous visitors. Another pole dangled from the ceiling to the base of the floor and a table sat in the corner, decorated with a chilled bottle of Brandy with shot glasses to accompany it. In here, nothing was off limits. Although it wasn’t directly advertised as a place where sexual favors could be exchanged, it was sort of an unspoken rule among the dancers to always try and keep the ‘extra curriculars’ within the club if they chose to partake, at least for safety purposes. Ironically, it was always the shy ones with a larger budget to spend who would solicit these services; some a bit nerdy but cute and others pretty damn handsome. They usually lurked in the back of the club, occasionally tossing out a few hundreds until they found the dancer that struck their fancy. The lucky girl would come back the next night and brag about how she not only got paid but got fucked senseless by a total gentleman who knew the meaning of consent and respect. Tonight, you were among that chosen few. However, your ‘John’ wasn’t a man at all and she certainly was no stranger in your life.

“Oh my God… Sem’ stop, that’s not funny! ‘m gonna come if you don’t quit playing..”

“Oh? Cause you keep giggling your lil’ ass off everytime I touch you.”

So who exactly was this mystery lady?….her name? Semiu Grier. She was your senior in college and at the job you held prior to working here. A super intelligent upperclassman that took an instant liking to the wet behind the ears newbie with not a clue of how to navigate this wicked world. You had just left home and needed some money fast if you wanted to maintain your independence. That’s when you got hired at a local medical supply office as you were both studying nursing at the time. She had been lead receptionist since freshman year and you were her pupil…she struck you as no nonsense, very organized and collected. She wasn’t a woman of many words and she certainly didn’t do crowds, but her presence alone commanded attention. You’d never seen anyone like her and immediately, you were smitten. However, it didn’t take long for her to reciprocate the feeling either. She saw how shy and vulnerable you were so without hesitation, she took you underneath her wing…it wasn’t long before the two of you blossomed into something far more complex. What began as an innocent crush between a clueless, innocent young woman and her older mentor…grew into a fiery, passionate romance that exceeded all of your expectations of what love should be. You hadn’t been in many relationships and definitely not with a woman but she gave you pleasure like you’d never known, spoiled you beyond relief and made certain you never knew what it meant to struggle. Becoming down right obsessed and possessive over her little lady. However, as fate would have it, Semiu’s true occupation as the third in command for a large criminal organization came to light and not wanting to put you in any danger, she called it quits. Overcome with grief of seeing your beloved everyday and not being able to have her really did a number on you. You quit the office job and began working here shortly after because you still needed the money. Not to mention, the fast paced lifestyle provided a nice distraction. But now that you were back in her clutches and right where she wanted you, there was no way in hell she was ever letting go!

Lying flat on your back with your legs spread, Semiu traced her fingertips down the center of your torso. Delicately touching and teasing all of your sensitive spots. It was as if your body hadn’t forgotten a single one either…her plush lips, painted in red, immediately took home on your throat, causing your head to fall backwards. Meanwhile, those nimble digits found their way to your center, after teasing that swollen clit relentlessly…nestled two fingers deep into your silky cunt. “Ahhh!—fuck, yeah…” “Ooh…she misses mama, doesn’t she, baby? I bet you still can’t get yourself off after all this time. Feels so tight.”

She would be correct too! Having pampered you in more ways than one….you couldn’t reach a climax unless she was the one making it happen. You’d attempt to pull Semiu’s face towards your own, hoping for a comforting, slow yet passionate peck. But instead, you were met with the aggressive clutch of her free hand on your jaws and her tongue being shoved into your mouth. Growling and moaning into the barrage of sloppy kisses…forced out by those digits working you over down between your thighs. She was pumping so fast, it took no time at all for arousal to form. That sweet, creamy white substance building up around her rings. You were panting, whimpering and begging for her to let you release already but the only thing you got was a hand to the throat and a stern glare.

“Let me come! I can’t hold it—“

“I know damn well you ain’t tryna’ tell me what to do..must’ve taken one too many bumps off that pole. This my pussy, it’ll come when I say so..I won’t repeat myself either.”

and you knew she meant business. Two things Semiu Grier didn’t play were a messy house and a mouthy girlfriend. You learned very early on that you weren’t about to argue with that one. It was her way or none at all. Especially in the bedroom..she rarely if ever let you too but honestly, you preferred it that way.

“Besides, sugar. I know what’s best for you..I always have. Taking charge has never been your strongest suit.” Whilst still fingering you, she’d use that other set to snatch your bra down and reveal those perky tits that had been thinly concealed by the latex material. Your nipples were erect, begging to be latched onto. She’d give them both a hard squeeze before slithering her tongue around them and suckling to her heart’s content. You knew better than to interfere because this was all for her gratification…her selfish desires and fantasies. The most you could do was run your fingertips across her hair as a semblance of comfort. “Semi, baby!..that feels so good, I swear to God, you’re gonna make me fucking squirt in your—ahh fuck!”

in the midst of your declaration, you’d find your legs cradled up and in one fell swoop, pinned back behind your head, nearly sending you over the edge and giggling yet again. She wasn’t trying to hear any of that right now. Like she’d said, you’ll come when she deems it appropriate. For now, it seemed she couldn’t decide what she wanted to do with you…moving from one thing to the next. Seeming absolutely insatiable and erratic.

“Since you got so much damn energy to talk, hold those legs back and keep ‘em out of my way.”

Letting those fingers remain plunged to the hilt, you’d do exactly as instructed and Semiu maneuvered so that her face was now in line with your slit. That sensitive little bud was protruding out and that spasming hole yearned for her. And she too had a craving for your sweet nectar…wanting to lap, lick and suck until she drained you dry. Lobbing spit onto that already juicy center, she’d begin swirling her tongue around…glazing those slippery folds and fat pussy lips with her saliva. Making her suck her teeth and moan whilst devouring you.

“Mmmm….that’s it, baby. Let it out…ooh, I know it’s what you needed.”

hearing you sniffle and cry from how overly sensitive you were. You knew she always ate pussy as if her life deepened on it but this was just another level. Sloppily making out with your plump cunt, taking those fingers out just to envelop the entire mound with her mouth and sucking those premature juices between her jaws only to lean up and spit it into yours. She was making so many noises, cursing and calling out your name, which wasn’t like her at all.

“You know how long I’ve been waiting to do this again?…you owe me…”

You didn’t know what to do with yourself honestly…all you could do was watch in utter disbelief and amazement at how feral your ex lover was becoming. The usually cool, calm and collected Semiu was completely unhinged, spanking your asscheeks and spreading them apart with such force. She was always so suave and calculated with her movements, able to send you into utter bliss with little to no effort. But right now, it felt as if she had something to prove!

“Semmmm…pleaseeee! ‘M so sorry, but I can’t hold it anymore.”

“That don’t sound like asking for permission to me…I taught you better than that.”

Still suckling on your quivering pussy, your voracious ex lover leaned up, circulating a thumb pad on your clit and would not allow it to release until she heard a sufficient response.

“Say it…the way you used to. Or you’ll keep holding it..”

that stern, icy glare returned and sent a shiver up your spine. Suddenly, it was as if your brain recollected just how well trained she had you. Feeling those tight bundle of nerves tense up, (y/n) would plead with the older woman; a look of pure dishevelment on your face yet your glossy eyes and half cocked smile screamed that you loved it. You loved being bossed and tousled around like some helpless doll..bending at her whim.

“Please mama…fuckkkk..I need it. I need to come for you, so hard. I—“

just then, you’d feel that thumb rolling around like a switch trying to activate something within you. You’d continue to plead until she finally cracked a smirk herself. “Mmm, I guesss..why not? You look like you’re about to explode.” Breaking into a full blown maniacal cackle as she finally removed those fingers that were plugging your entrance, giving you a hard slap across those folds before coaxing it out. Soon, that entire couch was flooded in an array of your sweet release. A stream of warm squirt spilling and flying everywhere. You’d felt as if someone had not only let the flood gates open but as if they’d let the air out of your lungs too; waiting what felt like forever with baited breath for the wish you so desired. Finally, you’d find the strength to let out that loud cry you’d been holding in and if the walls weren’t insulated as much as they were, the entire club would’ve heard you.

Nonetheless, Semiu seemed unphased as per usual..rather enjoying the sight of you falling apart at her whim.

“Damn…and you got it all over my costume.” That tone is as calm as ever with a hint of facetiousness behind it. You’d giggle, biting your fingertip as you tried to revel in the midst of your afterglow. However, she wasn’t letting you off the hook that easily. “I didn’t mean to, promise..” being cheeky and cute, even more so with that adorable feline getup you had on…knowing she’d just forgive you in an instant.

“You’re sorry, huh? Well lucky you, I have a surprise..” standing to her feet, Semiu would begin to strip from those now sullied garments, exposing her own nude body. Still as toned and sexy as ever..those tits are still so pretty and delectable. But that wasn’t the focal point of your attention…no, when she pulled down those slacks, gliding them down her hips, you’d see something spring out. That would explain the loose fitting bottoms and overly large coat. Almost as if she knew she’d run into you. Even so, you didn’t say a word or even question it. Instead, you’d lie there still exposed, biting at your lower lip.

“I know that look…you’re getting all happy but if you think I’m letting you off easy, you’ out of your mind..”

but she knew it was of no use…nothing was getting through to that thick little skull of yours. And instead, she’d have to fuck you back in line. That domineering forcefulness was what you got riled up. Nothing made you wetter than being manhandled by this beautiful specimen of a woman. With her tits swaying, Semiu would grasp your ankle and drag you to the edge, making you yelp like a helpless puppy. But trust, you were exactly where you wanted to be.

She’d meet your gaze yet again and this time, she was the one in complete control. Bearing all of her weight across your thick frame. She’d secure those legs behind your head before tapping that tip onto your sensitive folds. Grasping the top of your head, the slender framed woman made sure that all of your focus was on her as she dredged the artificial cock across your slit…watching those legs tremble in anticipation and your lower lip tuck in between your teeth.

“Pl—please Sem’... .don't do this. Fuck meee..”

“I hear a lot of whining but not enough begging going on…must not want it too bad..”

she was nonchalant as ever…slowly dredging it across that mound and back over your clit; her fingers still clutching your head but she didn’t even look in your direction. Just another tactic to get under your skin…but as always, you relented and gave in. Pleading with her to just release all of that pent up aggression…all of that anger with herself for letting you go. Running your fingers down the side of her face, you’d whimper to your ex in hopes of softening her but instead…

“…Alright…whatever you say.”

you were met with that deviant, sadistic smirk of a woman who was hellbent on watching you crumble underneath her. Grasping the top of your head with one hand and the shaft of that strap with the other, she’d guide it into those wet folds…without gentleness or ease either.

“What’s the face for, baby? This is what you requested, right?” Mocking your gasp and stunned expression. Clutching a firm hand around your jaw, Semiu would make her first big thrust, just to get you acclimated to the shape and to satisfy her own ego, knowing she was about to have you climbing these walls. Bending down and through gritted teeth, she’d utter with a laugh before cutting it off:

“Then act like it and let me have this pussy.”

immediately, she’d begin the deep, fast paced descent into your pussy. Thrusting in and out as if it were nothing. Those tattooed hips bucked and snapped with each stroke..the next rougher than the last as well as her heavy handed slaps. (Y/N) moaned and whimpered, writhing around on that thick plastic…your legs kept springing open, that frame jolting with each stroke and those plump, painted tits bouncing up and down.

“Oh fuck! Yes Sem..right there!..” tears streaming down your face from the brute impact of her fucking. Her toxic trait was that once she got started, she had no idea how to let up until she saw a shaking, quivering mess. Until she heard you cry and beg for the sweet release of an orgasm… growling as she fed you a sultry, passionate kiss, Semiu soon replaced her tongue with those same fingers that had made place inside of you earlier, making you gag on the gold rings placed on every finger.

“This is what you’re supposed to look like…eyes in the back of your head, begging for me to fuck you stupid.”

just like that, you’d become ensnared in her trap again with no chance of leaving those clutches. Semiu pounded into you with absolute force, listening to the sounds of those squishy walls sucking her in and the juices flailing about. She was as focused as ever, determined to make you reach ecstasy at her hands. Watching you gag on those jewelry laces digits, she’d cackle at the sight of you drooling; speeding up her movements until she was rewarded with your tears and the pawing at her tits. You were hoping for comfort but instead, your hands were smacked away and she’d merely mock you with whiny moans.

“Please Sem, please!—you’re such a hypocrite, darling. Always acting like you don’t want it but begging for more. Make up your mind. Make up your mind right now or you won’t come.”

Without hesitation, you’d begin pleading for that sweet release. Looking into her eyes with utter desperation and luckily for you, she was feeling a bit more generous than previous times. Sometimes, she’d feed you strokes for nearly an hour straight with no remorse. Leaning up, Semiu would regurgitate a lob of saliva and spit it back onto your folds and clit, circulating her thumb pad around it.

“Count from five..slow. You can let it out then and not a second sooner.”

Pacing herself as she rubbed counterclockwise. You’d begin heaving and panting, your chest rising but your face nearly blank from being so overstimulated. You’d do exactly as she said and around the three mark, she’d speed up both her hand and toy movements, drilling that creamy cunt for any last bits it contained, you’d begin to spurt out a little splash but you’d clamp down to show your resolve. As a final act of torture, she’d grip your throat, knowing how much it turned you on.

“You’re almost there…breathe..”

“T-two..”

“Just a little longer…”

“One! Fuck—one! Please let me come!”

“Let it out, sweetheart. Make that pretty pussy squirt for me the way you used to.”

with that, you’d let out a loud, breathy cry along with all those pent up juices you’d been withholding. Leave yet again another mess. Having being pushed out, Semiu would take the opportunity to lap up that stream and garner a mouthful. Once she did, she’d take the opportunity to exchange some with you, spitting it back into your mouth with a nasty kiss. As you rode out the orgasm, she’d pat your face and coax you down. Once you came to, you’d be met with the comforting gaze you were used to and not the one of a madwoman set on making you suffer. That was the Semiu you knew and loved.

“…my love, my love…look at you.”

cupping your own breasts for comfort, (Y/N) began to laugh. Not out of mockery but shock…shock from experiencing something only she could give you.

“Listen…whatever I did, I’m sorry. But goddamn…you’ve never fucked me like that.” Stating so matter of factly. Unable to fathom why she was so unhinged tonight. But alas, you had nothing to apologize for.

“No, I’m the one that should be apologizing…” another side of her you’ve never witnessed. Cradling you in her grasp, Semiu began to coo to you, stroking the side of your face.

“For someone so smart, I’ve been pretty damn stupid. I let you go and I never should've made that mistake….I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

finally, she’d meet you with one final kiss and this time, it lingered on until both of you felt as if the air had left your lungs. “But I won’t let it happen again, I swear…I love you.” In that moment, your eyes would begin to well and you felt like that same young girl she’d met years ago. Vulnerable, soft and in need of the one person who made you feel safe,

“Semi…I love you too. Don’t leave me again.”

merely chuckling, she’d hook her pinky around yours and place a gentle kiss atop your forehead.

“Swear on my life…now let’s get the hell out of here, and get you cleaned up. The night is still young…” knowing that this was merely the beginning of her antics. “Besides, I got some people I wanna introduce you to.” And in that moment, you couldn’t help but to tease her.

“Oh? Like your boyfriend I saw you with earlier? He’s cute.”

Earning you the nastiest side eye and snack of her teeth she could muster.

“Sounds like you ain’t learned nothing…maybe I’ll have to go a little harder next time.” “I’m kidding! I’m kidding.” Hoping to smooth it over with that adorable giggle and more pecks. But in her eyes, there was nothing you could do wrong…not now and not ever. Although this night was one of tricks, deceit and bad luck, Semiu felt extremely lucky..knowing that she got the ultimate prize and that no one else could ever claim you!

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*Edit*

Adding to the original post.

Want to make clear this is not only Israeli software, But Israeli AI software. It is taking jobs from real humans and replacing them with shitty AI subtitles. If supporting a genocidal entity wasn't enough to make you want to cancel, hopefully the AI aspect will.

Also you can cancel your subscription whenever you want, but coordinating efforts to a single significant day like Oct 7th since it's so close is just an effort to have a more organized and clearly Israeli targeted boycott. But as long as you cancel your subs and tell them why, Working with Israel and using AI, then that's all that matters.

Here is a link to their website. It mentions everyone they are partnered with, including Netflix, and links to the CEOs LinkedIn, which makes clear this and Israeli company.