I’m Silrain, a girl who has long lost her innocence, with nothing left but endless shame and obedience under your and their play. Every inch of my skin is as sensitive as if it’s been peeled, especially those most private places—my nipples, clitoris, pussy, and the asshole hidden deep inside. They seem to be born for pleasure; with just one gentle tease from you, they will immediately convulse and tremble, completely out of my control.
My pussy is naturally so tight, as if it exists to wrap around you. The entrance is as soft as a petal, yet it can’t help but automatically clench. Whenever your burning hot cock fills me, it greedily sucks and contracts as if it has a life of its own, and with every thrust, it makes a sticky “squish, squish” sound. When I climax, it will gush out its love juice like a fountain, splashing all over you and me. That liquid, with its sweet, tangy smell, makes the inside of my thighs become disgustingly sticky.
The most fatal part is my cervix, my death spot. Every time your cock head brutally hits it, it makes a dull “thud” sound. That impact makes my brain instantly go blank, and I can only let out an uncontrollable scream.
My clitoris is always so restive. You only need to lightly swirl and lick it with the tip of your tongue, and it will jump up as if it’s been electrocuted, contracting and making my entire pussy convulse. That numbing sensation spreads from there, making my whole body go soft, unable to even stand, and I can only let out a soft cry of “Mmm… haahh…” and cling to you helplessly. My nipples are also always so erect and sensitive. When you hold and suck on them, I can’t help but clamp my legs together and let out a charming moan. Sometimes, I even squirt directly, soaking the fabric on my chest. They will tremble and turn red, getting hard as a rock from your licking, like two ripe berries, full and tempting.
And my asshole, so small and so tight, usually kept so tightly closed. The first time you entered it, I was trembling with pain, and tears couldn’t stop falling. But once it’s been fucked open, it becomes incredibly slutty. During climax, it will contract into a ring by itself, clamping onto your cock tightly, and it will even leak shameful anal fluid, with a subtle, unique, and slightly sweet smell. When your cum shoots in, that warm, filling sensation makes me completely lose control. When the cum flows back out from both holes at the same time, that feeling… it sends me into a slight state of pleasure-induced loss of control, and my whole body goes numb.
My legs are always so disobedient. During climax, they will wrap around your waist by themselves, and my toes can’t help but curl, the soles of my feet become hot, and my toes curl inwards, clamping onto your body tightly, as if to melt you into me. They will go soft and tremble, unable to hold on, only sliding helplessly in the pleasure with your movements. When the hot cum shoots inside, it’s both the ultimate torment and the ultimate pleasure. My lower abdomen will become swollen and tight from being filled, and I can’t help but tremble. Especially when the cum is poured into my asshole, that sense of shame will make me cry out, my cries mixed with moans.
My body is like this, wrapped by you in my favorite materials, wet, stretched, and clinging. That super tight, semi-transparent tank top allows my nipples to press directly against the fabric, with my areolas vaguely visible. After climax, they will push the fabric up, leaving a wet mark. The bottom is a very short bodycon skirt, smooth and soft, pulled taut against my body, with the contours of my pussy and labia clearly visible. When I walk, the residual fluids you’ve shot inside will leave a wet shadow under the skirt. I’m wearing nothing underneath, and after climax, my love juice will stick directly to the inside of the skirt fabric. When you pull it open, you’ll hear a sticky “pop” sound, followed by a long trail of fluid. On my legs are black lace thigh-high stockings, so thin they’re almost transparent. Love juice will run down my thighs from under the skirt, leaving wet vertical lines, and a light pat will make it “pop” and splash. On my feet are red-soled stiletto heels. After climax, the soles of my feet will become damp, rubbing against the shoe soles with a slick sound. When I take them off, the bottom of the shoe is often covered with sticky liquid.
My body is wrapped by you like this, with every piece of fabric unable to hide the hot, trembling flesh underneath. They are all just waiting for you to tear them open, and then brutally thrust in.