Hina x Blue Archive 32P (Patreon)

Hina stood in the center of her dimly lit bedroom, her arms crossed under her chest as she gazed at him with her usual commanding presence. Her black microbikini barely covered her voluptuous figure, the thin straps clinging to her smooth, pale skin. Her long silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the faint glow of the bedside lamp, and her piercing red eyes held an air of control.

“Do I have to remind you why you’re here?” she said, her voice low and teasing, her lips curling into a faint smirk. She stepped closer, the subtle sway of her hips deliberate, her bare feet padding softly on the plush carpet.

He tried to speak, but her finger pressed against his lips. “No excuses,” Hina whispered, leaning in, her hair brushing against his cheek as she pulled him toward the edge of the bed.

Hina pushed him back, straddling him with ease as her hands trailed along his chest. “You’ll sit there quietly,” she murmured, her tone both playful and demanding. Her hands slid to his shoulders, pinning him in place as her hips began to move. The thin fabric of her microbikini barely concealed her, making every motion more intoxicating.

His hands instinctively reached for her waist, but she grabbed his wrists, smirking down at him. “Not yet,” she whispered, her red eyes glinting with control.

Her rhythm quickened, her soft moans growing louder as she leaned down, her silver hair spilling around them. “Nghhh… that’s it,” she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure as the heat between them intensified.

Unable to hold back any longer, she let him take control. He flipped her onto her back, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her. Hina’s confident demeanor melted away as her moans filled the room. “Ahh… yes… deeper!” she cried, her nails raking down his back as her body arched beneath him.

The microbikini slipped from her body, forgotten as their movements became more desperate. “I… I’m cumming… nghhh!” she screamed, her silver hair sticking to her flushed skin as waves of pleasure consumed her.

He groaned deeply, gripping her tightly as he reached his peak, their bodies trembling together as the intensity overwhelmed them.

Hina lay back against the pillows, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. Her red eyes softened as she glanced at him, her smirk returning. “I suppose you’ve earned a reward,” she said, her voice teasing.

“And what’s that?” he asked, leaning closer.

She chuckled, pulling him back down. “Another round… if you can handle it.”