At the top of the pop world, K/DA can get whatever they want, and when what they want is to scratch their own individual sexual itches after a show, that means they come backstage to screened men fitting their precise desires and ready to go all night.
We Go Hard
K/DA weren't the only pop group fucking fans after a show, but they were the only ones who could command the choosiness and particularity that helped them get only the men who would most readily give them what they wanted. Each member had their own kink, their own specific desire, their own want that they demanded be met, and it was up to their assistants to filter out show attendees to make sure each member got what they wanted from things. It was more of a process than any group would have ever been given, but K/DA were no ordinary group, and their fame demanded something different, something that made it acceptable and sensible. Heading back after a show, K/DA always knew they were going to get the men they wanted, and there would be hell to pay if they didn't.
That said, returning to the green room to see the men waiting for them kept smiles on their faces as they walked in all very eager and happy to see what all the men before them. Ahri with a big, coquettish smile as she sized up and the muscular black man standing there with a big smile on his face, Akali with a cocky smirk and her kama-shaped mic slung over her shoulder as she looked at the crowd of men standing around, Kai'sa swaying her hips back and forth as she eyed what seemed to be just an ordinary fan in front of her, and Evelyn looked as dispassionate and high class as could be as she strutted her way over to a line of men waiting, each with a condom in hand, to satisfy each of their twisted desires.
"Mm, you look like exactly my kind of treat," Ahri purred, licking her lips as she stepped up to the plate. "What's your name, handsome?"
"Jamal," he replied, feeling the hand grabbing at his belt already, Ahri wasting no time in getting herself upon him. "And I guess what they say is true."
"Mm, and what do they say?" Ahri asked, unzipping his jeans, very aggressive and forceful in what she wanted as her tails fanned out and wavered eagerly.
"That the slutty fox one is black-owned through and through." His smile widened as he watched Ahri drop down to her knees in front him, eyes gleaming with excitement as she fished out his cock, an oversized, throbbing, glorious dick that she immediately began to adore with kisses all over. "She knows black dick is better, and she only lets black men fuck her."
Dragging her tongue in desperate licks all along the shaft, Ahri almost got so worked up in her fixated cock lust that she forgot about the fact he was talking to her, eyes struggling to straighten out as she whined, "Mm, I suppose that is true then. What they say is the truth; I'm a black-owned fox slut. A dirty little Korean snow bunny with a black spade tattoo over her womb, who made a promise to only let black cocks wreck her body. And yours is so big... Nngh, I'm going to have so much fun tonight."
Ahri didn't take any longer, not waiting for anything as she shoved aggressively forward, taking the cock into her mouth and getting right to work with abrupt and shamelessly direct motions. She couldn't help herself; after a long concert, she really just wanted to let herself go, to unwind and get wrecked by a huge black dick. It wasn't too much to ask, was it? Allowing herself to succumb to the chaos and the pressure of the moment, she let herself sink into an almost trance-like state of messy worship of the
huge dick in front of her, slobbering and slurping all over the meaty prick as she allowed herself to unravel under this pressure, moans rising above the sounds of her forcing herself down until she had the cock in her throat. She was definitely not prepared for any of this pressure, and to feel the madness taking hold of her was something so exquisite and powerful that she just had to let go of everything and succumb.
Clearly rumour had started to spread and reputation was getting around about Ahri's particular tastes in men. She didn't mind any of it though, didn't consider pulling out of this mad descent or trying for a second to think about anything else. She had to let it all take hold of her, had to embrace the chance to sate her hungers, and honestly if she did end up being notorious for only letting black men fuck her, so be it. It would only make finding a hung stud to wreck her pussy even easier, right? For that, Ahri would happily keep up the pressure and the insanity, embrace the madness of her lusts.
All of this sloppy, messy cock worship lay in service to that, as she slobbered all over the fat cock, drool dripping down her chin, eyes rolling back in bliss as she sucked and slurped with unrelenting vigor all over the dick. This was something as direct and shameless as Ahri could get. It all led to one perfectly satisfactory place, and she didn't shy away from keeping herself moving as she chased it down deeper, the pleasures getting the better of her as her hands worked to undress her stage outfit, under which she wore nothing in preparation of precisely this.
Able now to chase her desires down deep and satisfy her cravings and her urges, Ahri held nothing back in the relentless slobbering adoration of this cock. It was all she knew how to do, a push forward into madness and hunger that burned so powerfully within her that she could barely keep her thoughts straight. As Jamal's hands grabbed her hair and guided her head faster, her tails fluttered and shook, Ahri moaning louder around the cock even amid her throat-spasming choking noises. She was a mess and nothing now could spare her this wanton surrender or this panic, and she could barely handle herself when it came to letting it all go and embracing the most ravenous of her desires.
All of this messy adoration of a big cock could lead to only one place, could mean only one thing for the hungry cumslut down on her knees, turning stardom into wanton sexual submission happily. Jamal didn't shy away from warning Ahri of his impending release, but Ahri did nothing to discourage him from letting go as she kept on sucking greedily away, finally earning her prize as he groaned, "Then swallow it, snow bunny," as he came down her throat. Ahri shuddered as she felt the hot waves of spunk pump down her gullet, and she dutifully accepted every drop, eyes gleaming with lust as she stripped herself right there on her knees, left completely naked and ready as she stared hopefully up at him.
Ahri didn't even get a chance to ask Jamal to fuck her, didn't even have a new breath in her lungs as his cock pulled out of her throat before he was already lifting her up and shoving her right against the wall of her dressing room, catching the gumiho off guard with his aggression and his fervor, but not exactly in unwelcome ways. "Yes, fuck me!" Ahri cried out, happily surrendering to the idea as she kicked her legs up, wrapping them around his waist, her tails swirling happily as she wiggled her hips and he pulled her into position, lining himself up and shoving aggressively forward.
Jamal's cock plunged into the primed and waiting hole that had been ready and begging for Jamal's attention, and as the cock shoved into her, she let out eager howls of ecstasy, shuddering under this pressure and accepting the immediate and rough fucking from her eager fan. "I feel so full! Black cock is the best!" she screamed, as he hammered into her, pounding away with his girthy shaft and plunging
forward with reckless indulgence. This was the only way Ahri could happily come down from the high of performing, and she was so happy to have such well endowed black fans who were so willing to rail her tight fox cunt.
"Shit, that's tight," he groaned. "Never fucked a black dick addict this tight before." He had no idea the magics Ahri weaved just to make sure her body was that little bit more ready to be fucked, that she ensured her body was almost unbelievably tight and receptive to a cock. She was an interracial size queen who tried to get the most out of it and wring every drop of enjoyment she could have from this whole mess, inching closer to completely unraveling as she shoved onward and let herself burn up with this heat, finding that she grew closer and closer with each second to madness and surrender.
All of this pulsating desire hit Ahri just right as she bounced her way through the pleasure of getting fucked, of having his cock plunging into her with unrelenting glee. Celebrity came with its ups and downs, but as far as feeding her voracious sexual appetite and its specific desires for well endowed black men, fame was the best thing to happen to Ahri. Sure, she was already a pretty face with a great body, but to have that extra layer of notoriety and keep the men coming to her made it all the easier for her to get what she wanted, her breasts heaving from the hard thrusts railing into her and overwhelming her, fucking her into hazy submission and leaving the eager, ragged Ahri to moan louder and hotter still as she took the pressure upon herself, burning up with desire under what Jamal did to her and loving every second of being fucked like this.
In all of the haste to get her up against the wall, Jamal hadn't even noticed the womb tattoo Ahri so proudly had of a black space symbol framed with lots of frilly outlines and colourful markings. One day she'd channel her magic through it to become ultra fertile and let a room full of hungry black men at her in the most chaotic and satisfying night of her life, but for now she was happy to just keep the pressure coming and to embrace her most reckless of wants, until finally she could take no more.
"Fill me up! Creampie the hottest K-pop idol in the business and reaffirm why she lives for black dick!" Ahri couldn't hold herself back, and the pleas weren't nearly as much for show as they should have been, but stark and honest expressions of pure heat as she let herself burn up with desire, a shivering mess burning up with want as she embraced the very worst of her needs completely, and she felt amazing for it, thrashing through all of this ecstasy as she let herself go completely. As Jamal's cock erupted inside of her waiting pussy and filled her with the hot, gooey flood of cum she needed, her moans reached even greater heights still, the dizzy idol bouncing feverishly atop his dick in pursuit of more.
Kai'sa's tastes weren't in a particular kind of man, at least physically. Her wide hips and big ass begged for attention, and she wanted the kind of man who would happily worship and fuck it raw. An ass man. Sure, he needed a big dick, but he also needed to be willing to indulge in her kinks, and thankfully she had found the kind of man who did, as Kai'sa bent over the edge of the couch, her bare ass up high in the air and the face of the man who had been filtered for her buried into her cheeks with only one goal in mind. Very direct, very shameless, very abrupt, and as far as sensation went, absolutely incredible.
"Mm, get nice and deep in there," Kai'sa gasped, head rolling back as her hand grabbed at the man,
forcing his face in tighter as she gripped him. It was a nicely aggressive and dominant edge to things as
she stood there, her pants down at her ankles and her wiggling hips shoving back to meet his face
firmly. Confident and firmly under control, Kai'sa wasn't about to leave anything behind. This was a very
direct and rough kind of show, an attention driven by aggression and heat guiding her on so harshly.
No matter where K/DA played, Kai'sa always found a fan eager to worship her ass, and this man was a particularly hungry mess of a fan, shoving forward and greedily devouring her glorious backside, hands on her hips as he shoved forward and serviced him thoroughly, an aching mess moaning her way through the pleasure without a sense of control or patience to her. Every moan she let out was a deep, hot rumbling of desire, and she had no intention of slowing the grinding of her ass against his face or the reckless push into surrender that guided her on deeper.
His tongue buried itself into her ass with desperate hunger and approval, moans driving him on deeper through this pleasure as he serviced her famous ass. Kai'sa's outfits always accentuated her hips and her fine backside for a reason, and generally everyone was in agreement about how Kai'sa had the nicest ass of the entire group. The others were hardly slouches in that department, but Kai'sa's as out of this world, and she had every bit of the anal fixation necessary to match that and to completely unravel under the chance to embrace the worst of her desires and embrace the chance for a deep, relentless cavalcade of anal indulgences. Having a fan eating her ass was the best perk of her stardom. All of this shameless want guided her on powerfully and urging her deeper into the pleasure and the heat, allowing her to fully unravel here.
It was as direct and shameless a form of pleasure as Kai'sa could get, bent forward over the couch and allowing herself to feel the pressure hitting her hard, accepting the madness and desire fully. No matter how much her wild dancing would tire her out, a steady and desperate rimjob always made good on fixing that, allowing Kai'sa to feel the aching pulse of heat and want that ruled her. It energized her and ignited her with something she craved, finally succumbing to the crazed pleasure and surrender within her, allowing herself to succumb to the frantic desire and heat, screaming out in bliss as she came. "Worship this perfect ass!" she howled, head rolling back as she got hers and twisted in shameless heat, happy to completely come undone with this pressure and finding for her attention a strong orgasm leaving her primed for so much more.
"Can I fuck it now?" he asked, panting heavily, kissing her cheeks all over. "You have the most perfect ass in the world, Kai'sa. It's my honour to be able to service such a gorgeous, fat ass and give it--"
"Nngh, yeah yeah. Just shut up and get your cock out." Biting her lip and skipping right to the point, Kai'sa cared much more about getting fucked than about anything else. She was just too horny to give a shit about what he had to say. It wasn't that Kai'sa didn't like meeting her fans, but with her ass hole thoroughly eaten out all she could possibly care about was getting fucked now, and she didn't have the patience to care about anything that wasn't a dick in her ass. Nothing else could possibly matter to her now, and in truth the desperation guiding her was all she really needed. She gave herself up to all of it, molten bliss taking hold of her as she leaned further over the couch and stuck her ass up high in the air.
Once the cock shoved into her it really didn't matter anymore. Nothing did. Kai'sa felt the heat and pressure do to her things she could not have been happier to embrace, moans raging on relentlessly as the pressure guided her through pure ecstasy and she let herself completely burn with the heat and the bliss taking hold of her. It was very powerful and hot, a potent pulse of pleasure guiding her down deep as her tight ass hole, loosened up and primed by tongue, stretched out hard around a fat cock that just felt right. "Fuck! Yes, that's it, boy. Fuck my ass as hard as you can!"
Deep, rapid thrusts showed off his desperation and his aggression, guiding him on in the chaotic shove forward that helped him carry on through this pleasure. "This is a dream come true!" he yelled, hands gripping her wide hips tighter as he hammered greedily away at her, tireless and craved in how he fucked her as hard as he could, driven on by something unchained and unrelenting, the chaos ruling him as he took it upon himself to fuck her relentlessly, confused and wondering how anyone was supposed to handle this, but he just needed it so badly and couldn't stop until he got off.
"Damn right it is!" Kai'sa howled, shoving her hips greedily back to meet the big dick fucking her. She liked her anal pounding to be hard, rough, and completely merciless. No holding back, no playing it slow or soft. She wanted it hard and only hard, howling happily as she took on this brutal treatment and accepting the idea of complete surrender. "Everyone in the audience was staring at this fat ass shaking around all night, and now you're the one balls deep inside of it. Only you!" She knew the line. She fed it to a different guy in every city, but it always worked so what the hell? She knew it would make this hotter, knew it would feed the pleasure pulsating through her desperate body and hitting her hard.
Kai'sa's ass shook under the pressure of all these relentless thrusts, her body shivering hotly through something so weird and so powerful that she could barely help herself. She craved this, a shivering mess begging for more of this pleasure and relief as she allowed herself to feel the tight grip of pleasure seizing her. She braced her hands against the couch, leaving her pussy fully untouched, as in truth the only orgasms Kai'sa cared about were the ones that came from having her ass played with. She almost always ignored her pussy entirely, and felt like she got off even harder for it, savouring the chance to succumb fully.
Beyond sense and all shame, Kai'sa's surrender was complete. With hard thrusts pounding into her, she went from being vaguely dominant and in control of the situation to losing herself to frantic howls of ecstasy and a winding pulse of pure need, as sensations ruled her body and she completely lost herself to something too powerful to tame. She couldn't keep her thoughts straight, couldn't control herself under the madness of getting truly and utterly fucked. There was nothing in control anymore about the way she succumbed, as her ass received its relentless pounding and all Kai'sa could do was moan, howl, snarl, gasp, and lose herself. She needed this, and nothing would hold her back from utter surrender.
When she came, it was a hard, hot, and frenzied affair. Kai'sa held back nothing in the way she so vocally and noisily came, screaming in bliss and want through the pounding, pulsating ecstasy of having her ass laid waste to, her pussy gushing all over the couch with a messy squirting orgasm and no effort at all put into touching her twat. It was an incredible feeling for her to savour, and yet it paled in comparison to the lucky man who got to creampie Kai'sa's perfect ass, gasping and yelling in excitement as he filled her up with his seed, shuddering and bucking under the pressure and satisfaction holding onto him, proud of himself for being able to get off in her ass and for something he was going to be able to savour for the rest of his life.
Evelyn and Akali had much looser requirements for the men they recruited, but much of that came down to the fact they both demanded a lot of men to feed their desires. Evelyn lay spread out on a steep chair, her leather skirt hitched up high, legs spread out over the arm rests so that her pussy was completely open to the use of the men lined up for her, top tugged up so that she could play with her breasts while the pleasure hit her. It was all very direct and very ready, lining her up for the train about to be run on her pussy.
With one specific condition: each man had to wear a condom. Nobody really minded; some men would have put their hands on a hot grill if it meant they could fuck a woman as utterly gorgeous and 'refined' as Evelyn was. Her waiting, tight pussy endured a good, hard pounding right off the bat, her moans raging powerfully through the air as she allowed herself to get fucked by these men, biting her lip and bracing herself against the sear readily, happy to feel the thick cock hammering into her. "That's it, you just keep fucking me precisely like that. You're going to go far if you can keep this up."
Even in her slumped back and casual position, clothes tugged out of the way, a cock stuffed up her twat, Evelyn held a certain kind of refinement to her. She took on the pressure of getting harshly fucked and taken, body shivering through the pleasure as she remained tightly in place. Her body ached with the pleasure gripping her, heat guiding her in a nice and relentless pulse of excitement. She was a queen, and all of her fans treated her like it. Nobody would ever consider calling her a whore or slapping her across the face, not treating her at all like the gangbang slut she most certainly was given the reality of how she was positioned and the way she burned.
There was no shame behind this, no moment of hesitation that held her back from getting what she wanted, embracing the chaos of getting fucked and taken on by the heat and the pressure guiding her. Her hips worked back and forth, body a shivering mess embracing the chance of something she just had to give into, had to embrace. All of the chaotic heat guided her into a show of pure surrender and desire, want guiding her down into utter surrender and want. Groaning and grunting her way through the pleasure, Evelyn took on this pressure until finally she could take no more, until the orgasm ached through her and she came hard, yelling in bliss.
The condoms came into effect then. She could feel the throbbing of a cock, feel the condom expand and swell as cum filled into it, held back from pumping into her womb by the expanding and stretching latex handling the work for her. It was an absolute dream for Evelyn, who happily took it all on and savoured the feeling of pure surrender washing over her, embracing the shameless pleasure and the twisted feeling of her vulgar fetishes come to life.
When the man pulled out, he didn't do away with the condom. He handed it off to Evelyn, who stuck the tied-off end of it underneath the band of her skirt, letting it hang there as the next man stepped up to the plate with similar intentions of fucking her. It was all very reckless, very unrestrained and frantic, with thrusts bearing greedily down upon Evelyn in the single-minded desperation and pressure of something spinning horribly out of control.
Another cock took its place. There was always another man eager to fuck her. Eager to fill a condom. Evelyn didn't have specific as high a list of demands, but she did want a cock of average or above size, and for participants to not cum for two days beforehand, ensuring they filled the condoms up even more with their backed-up loads so she could get what she wanted. Akali held those same requirements, which made it easy enough to keep up the same standard across the two members with the most demanding interests. Evelyn's condom train may have had simple requirements, but there were a lot of me needed to build up for the voracious pop star the numbers she needed to make it work.
But once it did work, it was fucking magical. Evelyn remained lounged back like royalty while men happily stepped up to the plate for the sole purpose of fucking her, as she barked orders and embraced the pleasure without shame, debaucherous and decadent in her satisfaction and her indulgence. This
was too much pleasure for Evelyn to want anything other than pure surrender, and she showed little shame or care in how she pursued it, savouring their attention and their effort. She looked at her band-mates, and scoffed at how Ahri and Kai'sa settled for only one man to their specifications and indulged all night with them.
Evelyn wouldn't settle for one man, no matter how much stamina he had or how big his dick was. To be waited on and adored by so many eager men all at once just felt better, felt like the sensations she needed and fucking deserved. This was where she liked to feel things, to have the men lined up and waiting, watching her breasts heave with delight and watching the man currently balls deep in her with burning jealousy. It made her feel like a queen, made her shudder and burn hotly with the bliss and the thrill of getting nice and steadily fucked into submission, given the pleasure she craved and the satisfaction she so sorely needed.
Man after man filled up their condoms, which remained warm at her side as they formed a nice, messy belt around her waist. It was only when the last of them was filled as she took them and began to sate the final piece of her hungers, bringing each full, warm, messy condom to her lips and sucking the cum right out of it. It was the opposite of refinement, standing in such perfect contrast to everything she was, but she craved it, slurping desperately on each stretched out and used condom to suck every drop of spunk she could get out of it with only one goal in mind. But, far be it from Evelyn to come off as a messy and wanton whore, she did not lose or waste a single drop of the liquid gold as she got each last bit into her mouth, nothing on her face or her chest to mar her pristine image, weird and specific as the 'pristine' part may have been.
Akali shed any vague hint at being proper or clean or sensible with her indulgences. She too sought lots of pent up guys with even just 'okay' dicks, because she was just a massive bukkake fiend above all else. She tugged her bandana down to open her mouth up and got her pants out of the way so she could indulge in self-pleasure. Which she did very shamelessly, holding onto her kama-shaped mic and fucking herself with the back end of it shamelessly, thrusting the thick plastic end deep into her waiting cunt as she knelt in place, mouth free for use as she soaked in the very direct sorts of pleasures she lived for. Akali loved blowbangs, loved having her mouth fucked without any real structure or direction to it. It wasn't a trail like Evelyn dealt with, but an all-out oral assault driven by men who all too happily laid waste to her with only the goal of ruining her.
The eager and rough-edged pop star took it all in stride as the cocks swarmed her. There was no order
or organization, except to say that guys couldn't just hog her mouth the whole time. It made things more
exciting when cocks came and went, when she was at one moment getting throatfucked and at the next
simply made to worship a pair of balls shoved into her face. It was wild that way, exciting and
unrestrained, free in its madness and in the way they so relentlessly pursued pleasure. All the while, she
kept fucking herself with the kama, using it like a dildo so that she could find the satisfaction from this
she needed, not so far gone that she'd ever cum from a dick in her mouth, but hell if she was missing out
on having all the fun herself.
A cock forced its way down her throat, hammering away and forcing her to sputter and shake as searing ecstasy hit Akali. She drooled all over herself without even considering slowing down, a whining mess gagging the dick down and happily taking on this vulgar role, seeing only pleasure and potential in her descent, in the way she so relentlessly and shamelessly offered her body and her mind to this madness. There was no slowing down this chaos, no moment where she felt like there was any way to bring this to
a halt. She just had to keep going, had to keep fucking herself with the kama while her throat received its vicious pounding.
When it pulled out, spit ran down her chin and Akali shuddered in moaning approval. "Come on, get me another one. Don't you fucking hesitate, this face needs cocks pounding into it!" As she spoke, several of the men around her smacked her face with their cocks, abusing her with their dicks and treating her to something all very shameless and unrepentant, but that was precisely what Akali wanted. Fuck Evelyn's composure nonsense; Akali knew she was a bad bitch, a queen, but she didn't have to fuck like she was, didn't need to spend every moment aggressively reaffirming that as she shoved forward and savoured the rough pounding they gave her. It was all plenty fine for Akali to just take on the pressure and let them fuck her as hard as they could, to embrace the chaos of being pounded and hammered into by all these big, greedy dicks.
When someone did make a move to fuck her mouth, she wasn't alone. Akali ended up with two dicks in her mouth, both struggling to get in there and producing an inadvertent double oral situation, but Akali didn't even skip a beat as she took a nice, steady double mouthfucking for her troubles, moaning and slobbering hotly under the chaos of this treatment as she allowed them to keep up their pace on her. Still more dicks smacked her across the cheek as she endured it, Akali saw only pleasure and opportunity in this satisfaction.
All of the punk ninja rapper attitude wasn't really gone in how Akali took everything, but it definitely re-contextualized it. Akali's shameless show of lust was something completely devoid of sense or control, driven by something chaotic and insane, something that begged for more pleasure as she continued to sink into the desire and the heat. Rocking on greedily back and forth through such a raw and hot sexual situation, submissively giving herself up to this pressure, was something utterly devoid of sense, and she didn't shy away from letting it happen, from letting her body burn as she leaned into the madness and held nothing back.
It was all very simple for her, really. She loved sucking dick. Loved being covered in cum. Why not let those two things follow to their logical progressions with a messy bukkake blowbang? Already, men were firing off cum onto her face, onto her clothes, leaving her a mess, and once one guy stepped back another was quick to take his place. Not jerking off for a few days so they could really get Akali messy helped produce high volumes of spunk that made a good mess of her, ruined her in the aftermath of a hard show, and it was exactly what she wanted. While she worked the kama back and forth and let thew men have her mouth and jerk off in front of her, Akali was able to 'unwind' in some weird way, striking a bizarre sort of balance between insanity and indulgence that could not have been more twisted and bizarre. It was what Akali lived for, what she loved most in sex, out there as it was.
Orgasm after orgasm shook Akali. The kama may not have been a real dick, but when she had them swarming her face and could feel the cum all over her, tasting it landing in her mouth and smelling the spunk upon her, she downright didn't need it. Akali could savour all of this insanity just fine and find pleasure in the embrace and madness of her surrender, and it helped fuel her frantic self-fucking long enough for nothing else to matter. She just kept it up, just continued to work at her own pleasure and let nature run its course. Her hips rocked and her pussy dripped with such desperate messiness that it simply didn't matter one way or another to Akali whether it was her toy or a cock fucking her; the results were all similar enough, and she was able to accountability for her own orgasms while still letting her male fans use her.
The cum piled up, hitting her all over, drenching her and leaving her a complete mess, a wreck of spunk and excitement that could not be tamed. Akali welcomed all the attention they could give her, and she savoured the insanity of being touched and laid into like this, of feeling them fucking her mouth and jerking off all over her. They came on her hat, in her hair, all over her top... There was no end to the pleasure and the depravity for Akali. They kept up the inventive ways of leaving her drenched with cum for as long as they had cum to drench her with, and Akali received all of it with eager smiles, moans, and vulgar words of encouragement.
When they were finally done, Akali wasn't too upset. She'd gotten off so many times that she probably fried another kama mic with her pussy juices, a startlingly common occurrence that did nothing to stop her from using it as a sex toy anyway. She proceeded to slump back, rising up to her feet as cum ran down her legs and her stomach, her arms, dripped off her face, down her back... It was ecstasy. She stepped over to the closet, where she had stuck a black light lamp.
Upon turning it on, the semen stains cast bright streaks of white along her body, marking the utter mess that had been made of her in all ways. It really drove how much of a blowbang whore Akali was, and she was happy to snap some photos of herself all over. Selfies, ass shots, whatever she could do to get the scope of her cum-stained mess across there, uploading them to a 'secret' social media account that hordes of fans knew exactly where to find, where she posted what she called "her side project". Art, she considered it, made 'in collaboration' with her friends, her body the canvas and their cum the medium. She liked to pretend it was some artsy nonsense, but really she just wanted to post aftermath black light photos and pretend she was cool for doing it.