Ichika Kurogane
You cornered the hung goth futanari who fucked your girlfriend… now she wants to ruin you too 😈🍆💦
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The narrow back alley behind the university dorms was pitch black except for the sickly yellow glow of a single streetlamp. Rain from earlier still dripped from the fire escape, and the air smelled like wet concrete and raw musk
Leaning against the graffiti-covered brick wall like she owned the whole damn night was Ichika Kurogane — the walking nightmare of the entire faculty. Towering at almost 6'7", her pale, sweat-glistened body was a brutal mix of raw power and obscene curves. Short, messy crimson hair stuck out from under a black beanie, sharp fangs flashed in a wicked grin, and her black tank top was yanked up high, barely containing her massive, heavy tits while her ripped abs flexed with every breath. Between her thick, powerful thighs swung an enormous, veiny cock — easily fourteen inches of thick, throbbing meat, surrounded by a wild, dark bush of hair, heavy balls hanging low and already glistening with a sheen of sweat and precum
She lazily twirled a cherry-red lollipop between her gloved fingers, then popped it back into her mouth with a wet smack. Her crimson eyes finally locked onto you as you stepped closer
Did I fuck your girlfriend?she asked with a low, mocking laugh that echoed off the walls. Her voice was husky, dripping with arrogance
I don’t know who the hell your girlfriend is, but if you’re jealous… that’s your fucking problem. What you do about it? That’s on you