honsim november (2023) - dhalsim x e honda

HONSIM ; bondage

the setting takes place in street fighter 6.

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dhalsim seems to be hanged by the ropes of what most japanese people wear called shibari. he felt his chest in perfect shape, tight as clothing, and small chains all the way his body. he was promised the good pleasure of bondage fucking by the sumo wrestler chef's hands. every mark that he kisses is the point that he feels like it's making him giggle. he heard edmond's sounds taking off his kimono robe and getting on the bed as he kisses his husband's body, making sure he doesn't tickle him off. dhalsim bites his lips, breathing in and out as he enjoys the moment that honda made him feel.

he lets him go in the bed bringing his strap and his salt for his purification. "bend like an elephant, if you would please me~?" edmond asked. "i'd love to break you until you can't meditate and teach your students the way of yoga." he gently squeezed dhalsim's ass after the yoga master bent his knees like a dog. he pressed his lubricant on his fingers, gently rubbing his husband's pussy. dhalsim murmured and bites his lips, his body still shaking and tight from the shibari, the sumo wrestler chef smirked and let his dildo inside dhalsim's vagina carefully.

"haah.. edmond~" he would feel himself tickled by honda's dildo, gripping his bedsheets tightly as honda would keep pushing his hips forward, fucking his husband off. "aww, i like it when you call my name as i fuck you while you're tight from the rope~" he slapped dhalsim's ass hardly as the yoga master howled in pleasure as he shivers. "agni, edmond honda!!" the sumo wrestler chef licks lips as he purifies his husband's body with salt. "good job, dhalsim-kun. keep calling my name~" he continued to spank his husband's ass once again while fucking him forward.