Vincelly!

[❥] SEVIKA.

oh, she’s rough.

everything about sevika is intimidating — and her strap is no different. it’s long and thick, more on the realistic side with a color to match her skin tone.

and fuck, does she bully you with it.

“oh, what’s wrong? can’t even speak right now?” she’ll tease as she pounds your cunt, your body folded in half and knees bent over her broad shoulders. she’s deep, cockhead spearing your cervix and strong fingers holding you in place easily as she makes you take it.

your entire body is rocking, pussy sloppy and full, mouth lolling open and spittle sliding down your chin. your head is fuzzy, thickened with a fog prompted by a mixture of overwhelming pleasure and fullness.

sevika loves to push you to your limits, to fuck you up until you’re nothing more than a dumb doll, then proceed to make you beg for more — it’s just so cute to see you try to think and speak coherently when you’re all stupid like that, fucked out by her cock.

“if’ya want me to keep goin’, yer gon’a have to tell me,” sevika coos, all too aware of your dumbed-down state, thrusts slowing until they’re nothing more than shallow humps.

gods, no, it’s not enough; you were dancing on that precipice, clit swollen and throbbing, pussy twitching and clamping down —

“more, sev’, please!” you choke out, hands scrabbling at her shoulders and eyes crossed. you didn’t even fully understand the words you were blathering out, just desperate to get her moving, for her to fuck you into oblivion — you needed it so bad.

“i couldn’t understand you, dove. try again.” sevika murmurs, fingers bruising into your flesh and hips slapping against yours once, then twice — a tease, a promise of what she could deliver should you obey her completely.

the sound that rips from your throat could only be described as a sob, and the beds of your nails start to ache from how hard you dig them into sevika’s shoulders. hot, wet tears sting your eyes and your voice is shrill,

“please, fuck me! fuck me hard, sev’, please! i neeeeed it, please—”

“fuckin’ good girl.” sevika growls as she readjusts her grip on your body, mechanical arm joining her other to wrap her arms around your bent waist. the breath is battered from your lungs as she sets a brutal pace, fucking the fake cock deep into your cunt with speedy thrusts.

“oh, fuck, oh, mmm, yes! fuck, sev’, thank you — more, yeah—” you’re babbling, pleas and gratitudes and moans slipping from your lips as that coil tightens in your gut, the heat reaching a near boiling point.

“you better cum all over this cock, dove,” sevika growls. “get it messy, fuckin’ messy, ya’hear me? yeah, cum on it while i fuck you stupid.”

don’t think you’ll get a break after you cum; because sevika will fuck at least four more out of you before she’s satisfied.

[❥] JINX.

jinx is eccentric — as is her strap. electric blue and black leather bound, with little drawings etched into the bindings. and the way she uses it — well, it’s enough to drive anyone crazy.

“does it feel good? it looks like it feels good. hey, look, you’re even droolin’!” jinx rambles as her hips slap into your ass, thick cock buried deep inside your cunt and pulling wet squelches from it with each thrust.

your entire body is flushed, gut stirring and tightening as jinx fucks you a bit erratically — sometimes she’s fast, other times she simply stabs the cock in to the hilt and grinds the tip against your cervix.

there’s no real set pattern to her fucking, as jinx simply follows whatever whims pop into her head. it keeps you on your toes, anticipation rolling through your entire body as you simply wonder what she’s going to do next.

“wow, oh, fuck, this does feel good,” jinx blathers, hips stuttering as her own walls are caressed by dildo stuffed inside her. “when i fuck you — hah — i fuck myself too. shit, this is amazing!”

it’s like every time is the first time for jinx, her excitement palpable and translated into the way she fucks you. painted fingernails dig into your hips as jinx pulls you back onto her cock, thrusts savage and fast.

“shit, take it like that. yeah, look at this ass. i fuckin’ love’ya, babydoll.” jinx is everywhere, blabbing and moaning, sweat dropping from her skin and plopping into yours.

“jinx, fuck, baby, it feels so good,” you whine, fingers wrapping into the sheets beneath you. jinx barks out a laugh and grips you even tighter, cock piercing through your walls and pressing painfully against your cervix.

“yeah, like it when i fuck’ya like this? of course you do. you always go stupid when i do,” jinx teased, one hand slipping from your hip and pressing against your tummy from below.

“shit, i can feel myself in there. how are you takin’ this, baby?” you can’t even answer, body too ravaged by the pleasure she’s fucking into you to even think. it feels so good, fucking your walls so fast and pulling your gut tight.

jinx must be a similar state as you, her moans whiny and breathy, sticky slick leaking from the bindings of the strap.

“think… i think ‘m about to cum.” jinx moans, hips stuttering and faltering. your gut twists and you begin to throw your hips back, desperate to cum with her. you were so close, you just needed a bit more.

“to-together,” you whine out. “let’s cum together, jinx!”

jinx grunts her agreement and begins to piston inside you, slapping her hips into you roughly and fucking your pussy deeply — her hand slips down just a little further and she plays with your sloppy, swollen clit, manipulating it beneath her fingers expertly.

“oh, fuck — hah, oh my god, yes! coming!” you squeal, thighs tensing up and gut exploding — your pussy clenches and throbs around her cock, slick drooling from it and soaking the sheets.

“fuck, me too—!” jinx groans, hips stuttering as she fucks the both of you through the crashing waves. her moans are beautiful, an angelic symphony.

it only takes a few minutes for the waves to recede and exhaustion to take their place.

and just as always, jinx is the first to crash; as soon as she stops thrusting, she’s collapsing on top of you, strap still firmly shoved into your sloppy, spasming walls.

“hah, next time, you should fuck me.” jinx suggests, soft lips connecting to the rim of your ear in a sweet kiss.

[❥] VI.

vi’s strap is just big enough to deliver maximum satisfaction — rather than realistic in style, its smoother, with a slightly ribbed top for that sweet spot inside your walls. it’s got girth, and is a faded pink in color, with a slightly translucent hue.

and when vi fucks you with it, you’re sent straight to nirvana. she knows how to use it, hips moving at the perfect speed, cockhead kissing your cervix with the right amount of pressure and sopping walls caressed so deliciously.

vi likes to fuck you in missionary, so she can feel your plump thighs wrap around her waist and see your face as she fucks you into bliss.

“doin’ so good, babygirl.” vi coos, thumb tracing your kiss swollen lips; there’s some drool threatening to fall from your mouth, glistening up at her and winking. your cheeks are flushed and your throat must be sore from all the moans you’ve been releasing.

your eyes stare up at her, clouded with a thick fog of lust as she drives her cock into you, and vi feels like she could absolutely lose it. you’re just so beautiful.

“so gorgeous,” vi praises. “takin’ my cock like this; do you know how good yer doin’, baby?”

your pussy clenches around her cock at the praise, sloppy and wet and fucked, clit swollen and gut tight. you’re so close already, and vi has barely even started — but that’s something that you’re used to by now.

“god, you’re gettin’ so tight. are’ya getting close, sweetheart?” vi grits out, hips picking up the pace and fucking her cock more roughly into you — the way she knew you needed it.

your eyes roll back and your back arches, toes curling as she hits that spot over and over. fuck, you’re getting so close, walls fluttering and pussy drooling. she fucks you so good, it’s amazing.

“gon’a cum all o’er my cock, baby?” vi coos, free hand slipping down to grip your hip and pull you up to meet her thrusts. “fuck, yeah, give it t’me. give me your cum, baby. make a mess on m’cock.”

vi is panting now, sweat dripping down her nose to plop against your soft chest. her moans could rival yours, and she’s fucking into you savagely, pulling your orgasm from your body quickly.

“v-vi… touch me, please,” you choke out around your moans and whines, clit neglected and begging for vi’s talented fingers. that’s all you’d need, just a little bit of friction there and you’d be exploding —

“i got you, baby,” vi murmurs, pulling her thumb from your lips and slipping her hand between your bodies. the pads of her fingers press against your clit and rub, “see? i gotcha, ‘m gon’a make you feel good.”

it really was all you needed — just a few more rapid rubs combined with her cock drilling into you, and it’s over; your back arches and your lips fall open as it washes over you in waves.

your clit throbs beneath her fingers in time with your heartbeat, pussy gushing around the pink strap and coating both of you. vi lets out a deep moan and continues to fuck you through the waves of your orgasm.

“so pretty, baby. so, so good f’me, yeah, c’mon, keep coming — shit, i’m ‘bout to bust too—”

vi never stops at just one — she won’t be happy until you’ve both creamed at least three times.