Chinese Cosplay Slut Gets Footjob & Fingers Until She Squirts!

The messages poured in, overflowing her inbox. Every notification pinged with desire, with a craving only she could fulfill. They wanted cosplay, they wanted submission, they wanted… well, they wanted *everything*. And tonight, she would deliver.

The Azur Lane cosplay felt deliciously scandalous against her skin. The tiny skirt barely covered her, and the stockings added a touch of forbidden allure. She knelt on the plush rug, anticipation bubbling within her. Black Hair framed her face as she giggled slightly to herself. This was going to be fun.

The first sensation was the warmth of his hands on her feet. A slow, deliberate massage began, sending shivers up her legs. God, that feels amazing, she thought as the footjob commenced, his thumbs circling her arches, his lips teasing her toes.

A moan escaped her lips as he transitioned to fingering. A rhythmic, insistent pressure built, teasing her clit until she was practically begging for release. "Please… harder…" she gasped, arching her back. He responded with fervor, his fingers dancing a frantic jig against her swollen flesh.

The tension coiled tighter and tighter, a spring wound to its breaking point. Her breath hitched, her body trembled, and then… boom. A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her, her muscles contracting violently as she squirted onto the rug. The orgasm rattled her to her core, leaving her limp and gasping for air.

She closed her eyes, savoring the afterglow. Another message pinged on her phone. More requests, more desires. She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. This was just the beginning.