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I'd like to say I'd fuck her silly, but fucking really drunk girls isn't that entertaining.

>>5556091
She's not drunk, that's just the way she acts.

Oh god, I love Suika. I'd call her my waifu, but I am not worthy of such a graceful, lithe creature.

It takes every fibre of my being to not envision myself tearing her already tattered clothes to shreds. It takes all I can muster to not then, subsequently, envision myself feasting upon her savoury girlhood, and godlike restraint to keep from imagining my rock hard dick thrusting between her spread legs, wherein I explode with unfeasible pleasure.

I love her cute, silky ribbons, the way they so perfectly enclose around her pert, golden locks. I long to have her undone ribbons slide along my skin, I need to feel her hair brush against the nape of my neck. When I look at her drunken flush, it's as if I can feel the heat coming off her face, onto mine. It's almost the same as the burning desire I feel whenever I think of her. And her horns... oh, god, her lovely, supple horns. I can't contain myself. I want to run my tongue up and down those warped ridges, preparing them for their fantastic voyage.

Rather than me taking her innocence, Suika, with her demonic prowess, would instead take mine. My cushioned cheeks would part like the dead sea, as she pressed forth -- the first explorer of an unknown territory. I would feel a sting as the tip of her horn passed through my soft, unexplored anus, only to retract. Perplexedly, I would look back at my strong, childish lover, as she brandished her gourd, letting the contents spill cool against my now quivering flesh. She would casually toss it aside as she suddenly thrust into me, my anus now full of smooth, Suika antler.

>>5556429
I would squirm in an attempt to escape, only to be pinned down by her slightest exertion -- her index finger like a stake through my spine, affixing me in place. She would continue to go faster... and faster, head cocked and eyes glossy, ripping at my formerly tender insides. Eventually, she tires, and retracts. I quiver as I feel blood spill out from my anus, my penis throbbing from all of the stimulation. She would laugh, clearly, this was a mere game to her. But for me, it would be the ultimate ecstasy, conquered by the sole object of my desire.

I'd let her manipulate my destiny, if you know what I mean.