I-19 x Kancolle 73P (Patreon)

I-19 stood in her bedroom, her black yoga pants hugging her curves as she stretched, her black sports bra clinging to her toned frame. Her blue hair with pink tips swayed as she turned, her red eyes locking onto the tall, muscular black man who had just entered. His gaze was hungry, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” he growled, closing the distance between them.

I-19 smirked, her breath hitching as his hands slid down her waist, pulling her close. “Maybe I have,” she purred, her fingers already tugging at his shirt.

Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy, their bodies crashing together. His cock throbbed against her thigh as she moaned, her pussy already wet and aching. He lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the wall, her legs wrapping around his hips.

“Fuck me,” she gasped, her nails digging into his back.

He didn’t need to be told twice. With a thrust, he was inside her, her tight walls gripping him as she cried out. “Oh god, yes!” Her moans grew louder, her hips grinding against his as he pounded into her, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his hands gripping her ass as he drove deeper.

I-19’s head fell back, her body trembling as her first orgasm hit her hard. “Don’t stop!” she begged, her voice breaking.

He didn’t. Switching positions, he laid her on the bed, spreading her legs wide. His tongue teased her clit before he plunged back inside, her screams of pleasure echoing as she came again and again, his cock relentless.

“I’m close,” he growled, his pace quickening.

“Cum inside me,” she moaned, her body writhing beneath him.

With a final thrust, he exploded, filling her as she shuddered through another orgasm, their cries mingling in the heat of the moment. Exhausted, they collapsed together, their bodies still intertwined.

“Fuck… that was amazing,” I-19 whispered, her red eyes glazed with satisfaction.

“Damn right,” he replied, pulling her closer.