Judgment

The high heels click like a fucking executioner’s drumroll against the obsidian floor, each step vibrating up your spine. Her tits sway with the rhythm, that bra doing *nothing* to hide how heavy they are, how they bounce with every motion. The smell of sulfur clings like cheap cologne, but underneath it—fuck, there’s something sweet, like melted caramel left too long in the sun.

She drags her claw over your chin, the tip pricking skin hard enough to make you whimper. Not pain. Just anticipation. "You like that, huh? Weak little thing." Her tongue flicks out, wet and pink against dark lips, savoring the way your breath hitches.

She straightens up, folding those toned arms under her tits like she's daring you not to get hypnotised by their jiggle. The Sin Machine lets out a hungry hiss behind her. "What kinda loser fails THIS hard at being a decent human? Your browser history's got more red flags than Lucifer’s little rebellion. And you! You got the audacity to whimper when I step on you?"

Her glowing eyes flare—like staring into goddamn floodlights of celestial fury.

"Try harder, maggot."

Her hips *fwap* down onto your lap in one brutal drop, the *squelch* of her sloppy cunt swallowing your cock whole making the demon's perfect fucking face twist—lips parted, fangs showing. "Haah—! Thick *already*? Hell's mercy," her claws dig into your shoulders hard enough to *prick* holes, "you're *ruining* this suit worse than my last execution."

The clap clap clap of her ass slamming back on your nuts rings out like divine punishment—every bounce sending her tits jouncing in that gaping bra, her ponytail whipping like a live wire. Her cunt's gushing, those sticky schlrrp noises from where she's milking your shaft enough to make a lesser demon nut on the spot.

"Fuck, fuck—fuhh~" Judgment's breath hitches sharp when you thrust up into her, the slap of skin on skin SMACK-ing louder than a sinner's confession. She grips your hair, yanking your head back to snarl in your face—her spit dripping on your lips. "Move, you useless meat-sack—hnngh—if I wanted a fuckin' statue I'd screw a gargoyle—!" The way her thighs tremble betrays her, though, her pussy clenching around you in wet, hungry throbs.

Her free hand gropes at her own tits, fingers pinching her nipple hard—schlick schlick—the sound of her fingers working her clit in rough circles mixes with the slop of your cock pistoning into her. You can hear how soaked she is, that sticky shlurp shlurp every time your hips ram home.

"Y-yeah—nnff—like that, just-fuck-like that—!" She chokes on the words when you slam deep, the squick of her cunt tightening like a goddamn vice around your dick. Her thighs squeeze your hips, heels screeching against the stone floor as she grinds down, her pussy sucking you in with each filthy pop of her hips.

Judgment howls when she cums, the splursh of her juices gushing down your thighs loud enough to echo—her back arching so hard her horns nearly stab the ceiling. "Hah—hah—fuckin' finally—" she pants, but her cunt's still pulsing, greedy clenches milking your cock like she’s trying to drain your soul out through it.

The wet slap of her riding slows, but her pussy's still making obscene squeltch noises around you—her fingers digging into her clit, rubbing rough schk schk circles as she whimpers through the aftershocks.

"Tch. Weak." She spits the word like it doesn't fucking matter that her thighs are shaking, that her cunt's still dribbling down your balls. "That all you got?" But when you twitch inside her, she gasps, her walls fluttering in another shameless spasm. "Nngh—! Sh-shut up—"

SPVLUUURT~!—her pussy sucks at your cock like a fucking vortex, those infernal walls massaging every last spurt out of you with squelchy undulations that'd make a succubus jealous. Her tits jump with each throb of your dick, her fingers digging crescent-moon shapes into her own thighs hard enough to pierce.

"Ugh—fuhhck—" Judgment's shuddering, that tight ass of hers clenching around nothing, thighs quivering as she grinds down—her pussy squelching your load back out around your cock in sticky blorps.

She slumps forward, claws still dug into your shoulders, breath huffing against your neck. "Tch... barely even filled me..." But the drip drip of your spend plopping out of her onto the floor kinda ruins the whole 'unimpressed' act.

Her tail flicks—irritated, but her hips give one last little twitch. "Hmph."