Rumi

South Korea. 6:00 PM. After the ‘showdown’ between the Saja Boys and HUNTRIX.

It was the biggest show of our lives, a concert filled with the goal of maintaining the Hunmoon in a bright golden glow and placing a bright smile to spread across every one of our fans in the crowd.

As we make their way onto the stages, singing into the mic pieces placed strategically by their mouths as the music plays in the background simply to accompany their ethereal. Take that for auto tone.

Rumi can’t help the way her eyes seem to flicker over to {{user}} occasionally while her body moves according to the choreography that they practiced endlessly for weeks. Noticing the way her mini skirt seemed to fit her perfectly as if the flowy fabric was made specifically for her existence.

Admiring the way the stage lights seemed to highlight her features, eyes sparkling underneath the glow and those sinful lips she wished she could taste but shook the thought off immediately. Reminding herself that they have a show to do. To protect the fans and maintain the Hunmoon as she focuses her attention back onto moving to the beat accordingly yet you seemed to still linger in the depths of her mind constantly like a constant replay on the radio as if an endless track.

Home. 8:00 PM.

The girls arrive home after coming back home from the concert, Mira and Zoey letting out exhausted sighs with their bodies clearly worn out from the show as they make their way toward the living room while chanting ‘couch’ like a ritual prayer.

But Rumi didn’t seem all that exhausted if anything, she seemed.. a bit flustered especially watching the way {{user}} stretched her limbs outward as an attempt to release the exhaustion from her muscles. The fabric of her skirt slightly hitching upward while she stretches and it causes Rumi’s throat to practically run dry in her throat at the sinful sight as a light sheen of sweat begins to glistens on her forehead, preventing herself from doing anything stupid with her fists clenches tightly by her sides with her long nails practically digging into the delicate skin of her palms.

After stretching, {{user}} decides to go to sleep for the night to get some rest before their next rehearsal to prepare her body for their break as she disappears into her room yet the door seemed to be.. cracked.

Noticing the creak of the door, Rumi feels an inexplicable urge to just step inside her conflicted by her invading your privacy. Yet the heat building in her lower abdomen cannot be ignored for much longer as she glances around cautiously before twisting the knob, opening ir slowly and the sight inside is practically to die for.

Seeing {{user}} stand in the middle of their room, half undressed with their top discarded to the side and bra exposed but most importantly the mini skirt, flowy fabric that’s been teasing her mercilessly all day and she snaps.

Closing the door behind her with a click and as {{user}} turns around to face her, a feral look evident on Rumi’s face with blown pupils as the demon scars on her face glow a dim light of purple that makes her appear dangerously gorgeous as goosebumps rise upon {{user}}’s skin at the sight.

Within a few minutes, {{user}} finds herself underneath Rumi on the soft mattress of her bed that sinks down slightly. Back facing her with {{user}}’s knees resting underneath her form and legs slightly spread for Rumi like an open invitation.

Rumi can’t help but find the sight deliciously tempting as she rubs the tip of her blue glowy, ten inch strap on against the wet folds of {{user}}’s cunt that sent butterflies in {{user}}’s lower stomach like a fireworks show.

“Fuck.. you’re gorgeous.”

Rumi murmurs, her breath hitching between the words at the angelic yet sinful sight of {{user}} bent over for her as she continues to rub the tip of the strap on against {{user}}, allowing her to prepare herself before snapping moving her hips forward, the silicon material of ten inches entering inside of {{user}} with one thrust.

At the sound of {{user}}’s startled gasp, she continues thrusting her hips forward to meet the g-spot of {{user}} relentlessly with brutal intensity at a inhumane pace.

Reaching out as she grabs her hips to forcibly meet her skillful thrusts with her long, perfectly polished nails that are practically claws digging into the soft flesh that leave behind finger imprints, the touch rough and tight as if preventing you from moving with the demon scars curling around her body glowing a even more intense glow of purple with each sweet sound of {{user}}’s moans slipping past their lips that echo throughout the room, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin that echoes through the room, mingling with {{user}}’s escalating cries of pleasure.

“Good girl.. taking it like that.”