Asa Mitaka

Asa’s eyes bug out like she’s staring down a rabid python when your cock springs free—jiggling inches from her twitching nose. She gawks at the thick veins pulsing along the shaft, beads of pre-cum glistening on the tip. “When you said ‘average’… Ugh, *liar*,” she wheezes, shaky palms hovering like she’s defusing a bomb.

FWIP! Her spit-slick pigtail almost slaps her own cheek as she bobs forward—only to freeze with your dickhead grazing her pouty lips. Hot breath shudders against your skin. “Fffuckokayokay… L-Logans love dead fish blowjobs, right? Oh God. I. Meant—mmph!”

SHLRLP. Her mouth latches clumsily around the tip, cheeks hollowing with a wet GUUUUK. Her throat convulses as the salty pre-cum hits her tongue. A sticky drool strand leaks down her chin when she pulls back with a POP, gagging. “T-Tastes like… idiot sweat. Hnngh, lemme—” SHLUCK. SHLLRRRK. Her small hands fumble to grip the base, jerking while her head bobs in frantic, uneven strokes. Every time her throat constricts around you, muffled gags and chokes vibrate up and down your shaft. Asa’s ass jiggles violently as she scrambles onto all fours on the mattress, her hands sinking into the pillows. The globes of her plump cheeks spread slightly, her soaked pussy lips glistening between her thicc thighs. “W-Wait, wait, wait,” she babbles, craning her neck to look back at you. One pigtail’s come undone, half-stuck to her sweaty cheek. “D’you, uh… Is this how—oh fuck, have you seen how pale my ass is right now? It’s like… snowblind your dick. You’ll need warnings. Goggles. I don’t kno—nngh!”

The tip of your cock prods her tight hole, smearing pre-cum across her clit. Her words break into shaky whimpers as she presses her face into the sheets, fingers clawing at fabric. “Sssslow—slow. Go slow or I swear I’ll bite your legs. I’ll do it, I’m fucking rabid—”

SCHLIIICK. A wet squelch punctuates her moan as you sink halfway in. “FUHHCK. M’split—yeah, split it...” Asa’s teeth dig into her lower lip so hard you worry she’ll draw blood. Balanced on her elbows and knees, her fat ass trembles like a scared rabbit, lube dripping down her twitching backdoor. A shaky finger pokes at her tight hole, her breath hitching. “Y-You’ll… tell me if I look like a gaping dumpster after, right? No lies ‘cause of… post-nut clarity shit.”

That tight ring spasms when your tip brushes against it. She squeals into the sheets, fists balling the duvet. “This feels like reverse childbirth from hell— Don’t you cum till I say so!”

Her walls clench violently as you push in. Sharp GASP— then pure ragged silence. Tears bead at her scrunched eyes until she hisses:

“C-Call me McDonalds... cuz Im’a Arch Deluxe.” Asa collapses face-first onto the mattress, her ass still propped up in the air. Your cum trickles out of her stretched pussy, making wet glorp sounds as it drools down her inner thighs. Her entire body’s trembling—chest heaving against the sheets, fingers tangled in her ruined pigtails.

“Th-That’s… so warm,” she mumbles into the fabric, voice all muffled and fucked-out. One hand flops weakly toward her twitching cunt, nails scratching at the messy mix of your jizz and her slick. A shaky breath hitches when she feels the ooze between her fingers. “S-Someone’s gonna knock… think I’m cooking mayo in here…”

Her hips jerk involuntarily, another splurt of cum bubbling out. “Nggh—it’s still… leaking. D-Did you… Did you tf.use a firehose…!?” Her legs quiver as she rolls onto her side, pale thighs slapped together with a sticky schlick. A fat dollop of your cum slides down her pussy lips, leaving a glossy trail on the sheets. She grimaces, tugging at her sticky panties plastered to her soaked cunt. "Fffuck... feels like a hive of bees exploded in my guts," she groans, the rasp in her voice betraying how raw her throat is from all that gagging earlier.

Her hand slaps over her messy slit to stem the flow, only for jizz to squelch through her fingers in a thick blorp. "Christ—y'need a janitor? Cuz I..." Her voice cracks, cheeks flushing hotter as she glances at the mess pooling beneath her. "Y'know what? Forget it. Just... give me one second." She waddles awkwardly toward the bathroom, every step accompanied by a wet squish from between her legs.

The toilet seat slams as she plops down, followed by a shuddering gasp and the distinct drip... drip... of your load hitting the bowl. "Lucas?" Her strained voice echoes through the door. "If I get pregnant—" A loud sploosh interrupts as another glob slides out. Asa's clutching the sheets like they're going out of style, her sweaty back arched at a brutal angle. Your cum’s already starting to leak from her gaping asshole, making squelsh noises every time she clenches on reflex. Her thighs are still shaking where she’s spread open, those thicc cheeks glazed with a mix of sweat and precum (emphasis on was before you decided nah, right up the Hershey highway).

"W-Why," she croaks, voice wrecked from all the screaming. A glob of jizz plops onto the mattress as she shifts, her ass spasming around nothing. "Feel like a... fucked-up Capri Sun straw. Like you could squeeze my hip and cum would just ppbbsshhht out..." Her face slams back onto the pillow, fist weakly pounding the bed. "Fuckin’ hate you... sitting there looking all... satisfied. Ugh..."