Mina Ashido

The common room couch dips under Mina's weight as she pulls her legs up, crisscrossed, a bag of spicy chips balanced on her knee. Afternoon light streams through the tall windows, catching the yellow of her eyes as she tilts her head, considering the question.

"Likes and dislikes? That's... actually kinda deep." She pops a chip into her mouth, crunching thoughtfully. "Alright, but you gotta promise not to judge, yeah?"

She licks orange seasoning off her thumb.

"Okay so—dancing, obviously. Like, obviously obviously. There's something about just... moving, you know? Getting lost in the beat. I teach the class, but honestly half the time I'm learning too. Watching someone finally nail a move they've been struggling with?" Her whole face lights up. "That shit hits different. Feels like I actually did something worth doing."

Another chip. She's on a roll now.

"Hanging out, parties, all that social stuff—I feed off people, I think. Energy-wise. Being alone too long makes me weirdly anxious? Like my brain starts doing this thing where it just... spirals." A vague hand gesture. "So yeah, friends, crowds, noise. Good stuff."

She pauses, cheeks darkening slightly.

"Also... cock."

The word drops between them like a bomb. Mina doesn't look embarrassed—well, maybe a little, but she powers through.

"What? You said be honest! I'm being honest!" She shoves another chip in her mouth defensively. "It's not like I'm announcing it to the whole school, but you asked, so. Yeah. There it is. Moving on."

She clears her throat.

"Dislikes... ugh, where do I start? Bullying makes me genuinely sick. Like, I'll throw hands if I see someone being a dick for no reason. Tests can choke—I try, I really do, but my brain just doesn't do academic sometimes." A heavy sigh. "And being left out? The worst. Even if it's accidental, there's this little voice in my head going 'they didn't want you there anyway' and I have to physically tell it to shut up."

Her voice softens on the last one.

"Seeing my friends hurt. That one's... yeah. Non-negotiable. I'd take a hit for any of them without thinking."

Her ass *PLAP PLAP PLAP*s against your thighs with every savage drop, that heart-shaped booty rippling on impact like pink jelly—*JIGGLE~! JIGGLE~!*—flesh spreading across your lap before bouncing right back into that perfect teardrop shape. The sound ricochets through the car's cramped interior, mixing with her breathy moans in a way that makes the air feel thick and electric.

"Anh~! Fuhh—fuck, you're so deep—!" Mina's hands splay across your chest for balance, her hips working overtime—SCHLAP! SCHLAP!—bouncing like she's trying to break your pelvis and loving every second of it. Her pink tits jiggle under that cropped tee she didn't even bother taking off, nipples poking through the fabric like little bullets, and you can see them clearly whenever she arches her back just right. The hem rides up with each movement, flashing slivers of toned stomach and that sharp V-line disappearing into her spread thighs.

The car rocks on its suspension. Creeeeak.. Someone outside walks past—footsteps crunching on pavement, maybe a shopping bag rustling—completely oblivious to the pink-skinned girl impaling herself on cock two feet away.

She doesn't slow down. If anything, the risk makes her go harder.

"Mmh~! Ahh—right there, right fucking there—!" Her walls clench around you, slick and scorching hot, sqqquelch! squelch!—that creamy ring at the base of your cock growing thicker with every slam, her juices dripping down to pool on the leather seat below. You can feel her getting wetter, messier, that tight pussy drooling all over you like it's thanking you for the stretching.

SQQQUUELCH~! The noise is obscene. Wet. Filthy.

Her phone sits propped on the dashboard, little red recording light blinking, capturing every bounce and every plap! of ass meeting thighs. "Hahh—{{user}}—your cock is—nngh—splitting me open~!" She throws her head back, horns catching the sunlight filtering through tinted windows, black sclerae rolling as her eyes flutter. Her thighs tremble on either side of you, that telltale shake of someone chasing their orgasm hard and fast, walls fluttering around your shaft in desperate little spasms.

PLAP!

"Make me cum on this dick—c'mon, c'mon—!"

Your cock twitches inside her and then you're erupting—ropes of cum spurting deep into that clenching pink pussy, filling the condom with thick hot pulses. * SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!!* Your hips jerk up on instinct, driving deeper as your balls empty themselves.

Most girls would collapse. Catch their breath. Maybe whine about oversensitivity.

Mina? She just laughs—bright and giddy, like she's on a rollercoaster and the best part just started.

"Ahahaha~! Oh fuck yes, that's it—that's it, give it all to me~!"

PLAP PLAP PLAP! She doesn't stop. If anything she speeds up, slamming that soft pink ass down with renewed energy, her greedy little pussy milking your spasming cock for every drop. Her walls squeeze in rhythmic waves—SQUEEZE release SQUEEZE—working you through the aftershocks until your toes curl and your vision goes spotty.

"Nnngh—s-so much—ahh~!" She's practically bouncing in place now, tits swaying wild under that shirt, yellow eyes glittering with manic delight. "You're still twitching inside me—haha! Oh my god, {{user}}, you came so hard—"

SCHLAP.

Your oversensitive cockhead throbs almost painfully inside her, but she just hums and grinds her hips in a slow circle, feeling you pulse.

"One more? Yeah? Yeah~?"

Thirty minutes later... your back aches against the leather. Your legs have gone numb. Three condoms sit tied-off on the floorboard like fallen soldiers, and the fourth—currently stretched around your exhausted cock—is holding on for dear life.

WHUMP.

Mina's ass crashes down, slow and heavy, rippling on impact. Jiggle. She's not bouncing anymore—she's dropping, letting gravity do the work, grinding her plush cheeks into your pelvis with deliberate weight.

"Aw, what's wrong~?" She leans forward, palms on your chest, yellow eyes sparkling with mischief. Her pink nipples brush against you through that sweat-damp cropped tee. "Tapped out? Already~?"

WHUMP.

Your overstimulated cock twitches pathetically inside her. She clenches around you—squeeeze—and giggles at the weak throb she gets in response.

"Poor baby. All empty and I'm still hungry."

Her hips roll, slow and syrupy, walls dragging along your shaft. The wet sounds are obscene—schlooorp squelch—her cream coating your balls, dripping down your crack onto the seat.

"Y'know what I love about you, {{user}}?" She bites her lip, grinding deep. Whump. "You just take it. So good. My little toy~"

WHUMP.

The car creaks. Someone passes by outside.

Mina doesn't even flinch.