High Aphro | No Event | Mechanical Malfunction

[red_snowcone]

 Mitsuru is used to waking up sweaty and flushed, but she isn't used to waking up to the sensation of an unnaturally rigid cock sliding in and out of her already throbbing pussy, her slick juices resulting in deviant, wet slapping sounds as something pounds away at her. She can't remember it starting, but her pale skin is already slick with sweat,

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[badouneedsacigy]

And there Badou is, leaning in the hallway enjoying a cigarette and the scene before him.
It only takes a couple minutes for a bulge to start tenting his pants.

He walks in and over to the girl, pulling the machines plug out of the wall, it stops just outside of her pussy.
"Hi there~" Badou says, flicking ash on the floor.

[red_snowcone]

She still manages to fall gracefully to the bed, trembling and exhausted with frustration. It's only when she hears his voice that she becomes aware of the blindfold hiding him from sight, and she turns to face the vague direction of his voice.

"...Good morning." Mitsuru greets him, her voice laced with need.

[badouneedsacigy]

Badou chuckles a bit and undoes the blindfold on her face, "Got yourself in a bit of a predicament here, don't'cha?" He smiles down at her.

[red_snowcone]

Mitsuru is normally a woman with a temper as fiery as her hair, but spending an undetermined amount of time strapped to a sadistic fucking machine is admittedly enough to tame her sharp tongue. She blinks slowly as he pulls away her blindfold, her eyes glazed and unfocused with the effects of unfulfilled lust.

"I suppose..." She sighs, too tired to argue. "But I'd prefer to blame that thing."

[dontcallmeerky]

"Mitsuru?" Here was a familiar face in the doorway, looking very concerned. As lovely a sight as Mitsuru getting screwed silly was - his pants were beginning to tent despite his worry - he could tell that this was closer kin to torture than pleasure. He looked around, trying to figure out how to shut the machine off so she could be freed.

[red_snowcone]

The redhead collapses with a relieved moan, torn between ecstatic about her new freedom or enraged that she's been left extremely wanting once again. She's aware that she's trembling against the bed, but even her determination isn't enough to quiet the intense throbbing need in her body.

"I..." She starts, only now realizing that she's been blindfolded. "No...thank you."

[red_snowcone]

Her dark eyes try to find focus on his face, half lidded and glazed after what must have been a long period of time bound in place. She tries to flick her long red hair out of her vision, concentrating on the man ahead of her.

"You're...have we met?" She's slowly calming down, reduced to restless writhing as she seeks out some form of relief.