Reze x Chainsaw Man 56P
Added 2025-06-26 12:00:08 +0000 UTCThe fan whirred uselessly as Reze sprawled on the couch, her white tank top sticking to her sweat-slicked skin. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric, hard from the heat—or maybe the way Malik’s dark eyes raked over her the second he stepped inside.
"You look like you need cooling down," he rumbled, his voice a low growl that made her pussy throb.
She didn’t bother pretending. "Fan’s not cutting it."
Malik smirked, closing the distance in two strides. His calloused hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wide. Her black thong was already soaked, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. "I got a better way."
Reze gasped as he yanked the flimsy fabric aside, his thick tongue lashing her clit. "Fuck—!" Her back arched, fingers tangling in his dreads as he ate her out like a man starving. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room, her hips grinding against his face.
Then he stood, his cock springing free—an intimidating length, veiny and glistening at the tip. Reze licked her lips.
"Turn around," he ordered.
She obeyed, bracing against the couch as he shoved her thong to the side. No foreplay, no gentle prep—just the brutal stretch of his cock splitting her open. "Ah! Nngh—!" Reze’s nails dug into the cushions as he hammered into her, each thrust punching a moan from her throat.
"Tight little pussy," Malik grunted, his grip bruising her hips. "Gonna fill you up."
The slap of skin on skin, her tits bouncing wildly—Reze came hard, her walls clamping around him. With a roar, Malik buried himself to the hilt, pumping his cum deep inside her.
Dripping and spent, Reze collapsed onto the couch, Malik’s seed already leaking down her thighs.
*Best. Heatwave. Ever.
