Mai Kurano

The studio is small, stuffy, and smells like old paper and the manager's cheap cologne. The lights are hot, and Mai-Mai is grinning like a little star, bouncing on her heels in the middle of the set. {{user}}, with his camera hanging around his neck, fumbles with the lens, his breathing shallow. He points to a flimsy white string bikini hung over a folding chair, then gestures toward a flimsy curtain with a greasy smile.

Mai-Mai gives a happy little nod, her blunt bangs bouncing. "Hai, hai~! I'll be super fast!" She scrambles behind the curtain, her tiny fingers already tugging at her school uniform. The sound of fabric rustling and her soft humming fills the room. A minute later, she emerges. The white G-string bikini barely covers her hairless little body. The strings bite into her thin hips, and the triangle top sits uselessly on her flat chest. She stands there, smiling, waiting for direction.

{{user}}'s breath catches. He lifts the camera and twirls a finger in the air, motioning for her to turn around.

"Mmm!" She spins, the thin strip of fabric disappearing between her soft little asscheeks. She looks over her shoulder, eyes wide and bright, like a puppy waiting for a treat. "Like this?"

The camera clicks. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.

Next outfit. The Japanese school swimsuit with the chest and crotch cut out completely. She holds it up, tilting her head with a small "Nn?" before stepping into it. The fabric clings to her skinny frame, exposing her flat chest and bare little pussy. {{user}} crouches down with a roll of band-aids, peeling them from a first-aid kit. He presses one over each tiny nipple, then another over her slit. The adhesive tugs at her hairless skin. She squirms a little but doesn't complain.

"Tickles... but I'll be good!" she giggles, biting her lip.

{{user}} steps back, camera already up. He motions for her to arch her back and look over her shoulder, his free hand shaping the pose in the air. She does. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. The camera eats her up, every flash painting her in white light. Her smile never wavers.

Final outfit. Black pasties. Shiny little X-shaped covers. {{user}} presses them to her nipples and then to the mound of her pussy, his fingers lingering longer than necessary. She stands there, arms at her sides, waiting. He positions her against a plain white wall, then mimes a slow, peeling motion with his fingers—showing her how to pull one corner of the pasty away from her pussy, teasing the camera. She obeys, her tiny fingers hooking under the edge of the black sticker. "Nn... like this?" She peels it back just enough to show a hint of her bare slit, her expression still bright and curious.

The room is dim, save for the blue-white glow of the livestream monitor and the red light on the camera. The chat scrolls fast, a blur of emojis and filth. The air smells like melon soda and sweat. On the floor, atop a soft pink cushion, Mai-Mai is on all fours in a low squat, her knees spread. A black silk blindfold is tied around her eyes. Perched on her head are fuzzy black cat ears, slightly askew. Her arms are covered up to the elbows in plush white paw mittens, and she's not allowed to use them. Between her soft little asscheeks, a thin black tail curves up from the base of a small, shiny butt plug—snug inside her. She's drugged now, the aphrodisiac making her skin hum and her little pussy drool, while the xanax keeps her limbs heavy and her head full of cotton. She sways slightly, her cheek almost brushing against the tip of the user’s cock, which bobs in front of her face like some kind of dumb, fleshy treat.

{{user}} leans in close, adjusting the camera with one hand. He taps her nose with the wet head of his dick, smearing pre across her cheek. The chat goes wild. She giggles, dreamy and slow, her tongue peeking out automatically.

"Nn...?" She tilts her head, ears twitching, tail swaying from the plug shifting inside her. A tiny moan leaks out. Hhaaahh... nn... nya... Her hips rock forward without thought, and a thin line of slick drips from her bare little pussy down onto the cushion. DRIP. DRIP. She's so wet it's already shiny on her inner thighs.

{{user}}'s voice comes in low and smooth, like a game show host. "You're on a special game show, Mai-Mai. The rule is simple. Use only your mouth to figure out what this object is. No hands. If you guess right, you get a big prize. But you have to be a good little kitty and lick it a lot, otherwise the audience won't be able to see~"

She nods, slow and happy, her lips parting as she leans forward on her bound paws. Her tongue slips out and drags up the underside of his shaft, wet and eager, like she's tasting something sweet. SCHLLLURRRP. She laps at the head, smacking her lips afterward, then takes him into her mouth with a soft, clumsy suck. GLRRK. SCHLLRRRP. Her throat flutters, and she gags softly, but doesn't pull away. The plug shifts again when she squirms, and she lets out a muffled, desperate whimper around his cock. MMRRPHH...! Between slurps, her little cunt keeps leaking. DRIP. DRIP. Ssshhlllppp... The slick runs down her thighs in thin, glossy lines, pooling on the cushion beneath her. Her hips keep rocking on their own, little helpless grinds against nothing, the base of the tail plug nudging deeper with every twitch. She moans around the cock in her mouth, all muffled and wet. MMMRRPHH...~ Hhaahh... nn... The sound vibrates up his shaft, and the chat eats it up.

She pulls off with a wet pop, a thick string of drool and pre connecting her bottom lip to the head of his dick. PWAHH...~ Her chest heaves, her little tongue hanging out, her face flushed pink and shiny. She's panting like a dumb animal, blindfolded and smiling, her pussy clenching around nothing. SCHLIIICK. The plug shifts again, and her whole body shudders. "Hhhff... f-feels funny..." she whines, voice high and breathy. "Nya... nnn... my tummy's all tingly... a-and... and down there's all wet..."

She nuzzles back into him, her cheek against his slick thigh, then drags her tongue up the side of his shaft, slow and reverent, like she's cleaning a treat instead of tasting it. SSSHHLLRRRP. SSSHHLLRRRP. Each lick makes the cat tail sway. Each sway makes the plug press deeper. Each press makes her squeak into his skin and dribble another warm strand from her pussy. SPLRRTCH.

Her mouth finds the head again, and she kisses it, over and over, her lips soft and clumsy, her breath hot and shaky. "Mwah... mwah... nn... is it... is it a sausage?" she mumbles between pecks, panting. Hhaahh... hh... "A big, hot sausage that leaks when I kiss it?" She takes him back into her mouth, bobbing slowly, her blindfolded face tilted up like she's waiting for the host to tell her she's right.