debaser

Helloo, enjoy!

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Slowly, with the determination of sending shivers throughout one’s body by sheer touch, the entire essence of Mugen’s manhood is taken in. Warm, slick; with the same ernest movement, he’s released as his eyes roll into focus, and peer through slits upon his decorated lap. Matted hair, and gaudy pins bounce in place to the rhythmic beats of a young humming woman. They lay atop a futon in a mediocre room, in an even cheaper brothel, by standards still exceeding Mugen’s earnings.

Sprawled over his lap, she takes him in again, after a short pause on a whimpers time.

Mugen’s eyes shut tightly with the tensing of his body to her touch, back rising in a wave down his spine; and he thinks jammed, scrambled thoughts to the deliriously sweeeet treat he has bought himself.

Sensation courses through him as she hums, vibrating a tune throughout his body. Twisting in knots in his lower body, anticipating release. She’d periodically move a finger from her hand holding him in place, down ever so slowly, just under the cup of his sac, and press into his flesh. The effect felt intense when she engulfed him deepest. He’d first thought, for a split second, she meant to get a bit more familiar, and continue that fingers descent. For the amount of Ryō paid, a bargain that’d end up being in his favor. Despite his overall lack of interest in those sorts of play. 

“You sure you don’t want to go all the way tonight?” His thoughts are disrupted as she leaves him exposed, causing a chill to creep over his moistened areas. “I’m sure a-” Tentative strokes, wanton. “... Big guy like yourself has money stashed somewhere. I’ll put in a good word, gett’chu a discounted price. Come on.” Her eyes wreaked of a thousand times tried and true selling pitch. Fake, however flattering. On the right night, this very well could have worked, but Mugen was in no mood for giving back. 

He chucked, with more of a sneer attached than he meant to in the process, having learned long ago never to outright laugh at a woman with your junk in her mouth. She lifted her head, eyes seeming widen and squint all at once with confusion, as she gazed up from his lap. Her hands frozen in play on his being. Clearly, she’s not had such a reaction as his to her pitch.

To her chin he cupped his hand, sliding it back past her ear, and down through her hair. Repeating this motion as he bent forward, touching lips to damp hair clinging to her forehead. Leaving a smeared, lazy kiss. Whispering how sexy she looked taking him into her mouth like she does. Telling, all the while still petting, her and bringing his other hand to grope her shoulders and upper back. An ease starts to settle over her face.

He mentally flatters his own ego. “You’ll have to come back and give me the whole show. You promise?!!” She pouts, as he relaxes back into a sitting position, releasing a hand from her head to place behind himself. The other still at play in her hair, slowly pushing her head back down onto him. “So long as I’ve the money, baby, it’ll be no problem.” A large, knowing, grin taking him back into her mouth. Both of them dancing to the lies they’ve fed one another. 

Smirking as he cocks his head, catching sight of her tender travels up and down him. Snorting, his hand still riding along, he twitches and grips her hair tighter. Shes taken all of him inside her mouth, and she knows he loves it. Releasing his hand to steady himself, planting it firmly to his side, he notices a strand of her hairs fallen forward. Shes picked up speed, and suction. A level of new pleasure unleashes through his body, as they begin to gently rock to the motion of her gained speed. ‘This is good, this is fucking great!’ is almost all that fills Mugen’s mind as he focuses on the pleasure.

That hair of hers, whisked against his tan, muscular lower body. Bugging him more than aiding to the delight, unable to focus fully. Reaching forward, brushing it back behind her ear, he notices in the process a small, little trinket. He bites his lip, looking up to the ceiling so as to maintain his control. But it feels diverted. 

Taking him out of her mouth, she begins to stroke him, lapping at his tip to moisten it every few motions. She stares up, moaning for his attention to be brought to her. Mugen supplies, staring at her ear, and putting together the little earing to be-

”Where do you want to cum, big guy? My face? Mouth?” She motions her stroking action off towards her agape mouth, saliva beading and breaking apart from tip to tongue, she knows this power building, she plays with it. Smitten eyes peering through half lids, and a sunflower?

A small, orange-y yellow sunflower in her ear. Thats what that trinket in her ear is… 

Mugen groans, hips jolting forward as he wraps his freed arm around her head, forcing his cock down her throat, and cums. Staring down at the sunflower in her ear, memories to the days earlier events flood his mind. And thoughts of earlier. Thoughts of Fuu. Earlier. 

His eyes flicker shut, as the last of him shoots deep down the throat of this young woman. All thoughts are expelled. Holding her steady in place, she doesn’t protest, & hes grateful as heavy breathing replaces a once violent rhythm they shared.

“Gentleman always warn a lady, you know!” She’s playful, knowing the guys that stop in this area aren’t anywhere near gentlemen. Gambling, brothels, and thieves are commonplace in this societal make-up. “Damned if I’m one. Heres an extra bit for playin nice.” Mugen drops some money as he fixes himself to leave. “Hey!” Touching his moving hands, shes kneeled before his still sitting self, a little dishevelled, but not like him. “You seem as though you’re in a rush to get out now. You one of those guys? How about one on the house. I know you just finished,” Her rustled hair, shes placed behind her ear, and Mugen can’t help but stare at her entranced. “Give it a lil bit of some time, and I’m sure a big guy like you will be up in no time.”

She winks at him, the effect feeling more appalling than he's able to understand why. Leaving on a relatively pleasant note seems to be deteriorating. So he stands, collecting himself and makes to leave. Feeling the potential for protests lingering in the air, Mugen gives a sordid glace, and departs.