sinful watchers: the rewrite

₀₀₆ USTULATION

006 ustulation
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(n. ) a burning lust.

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WICKEDNESS DEVOURED RESIDENTS brainwashed by the normality of videoing moments when a man and woman indulged in cannibalism after an effortless kiss triggered a feast of sensual consumption.

Akaashi himself couldn't rebut his curiosity revolving around footage of venereal performances committed between the two parties who shared an intense commitment to debauchery, which ultimately led to a blinding luminesce pooled around her bedroom. Such bright illumination scintillated her dim figure kneeled in front of Akaashi, and his nude body relaxed against her heather grey headboard.

A handsome canvas blessed with a celestial facade was now ruined by smeared scarlet streaks of ignoble feelings – a masterpiece graffitied upon.

Strangled streams of concupiscence formed intrigue whenever pinned by the lustrous presence of his classmate. That foolish curiosity he formed resulted in his sighs of anticipation, carelessly prancing around the borders of her secluded bedroom.

Imprisoned by the defamatory flames of hell, Akaashi was supposed to be Y/n's saviour by portraying the water produced within the holy domain above, formulated to drown her self-destruction into ashes. But alas, he failed to perform such a task when lured by her mellifluous dialect spoken with ease and the significant liquid dried preparatory to caressing her blotchy skin; his purpose to purify others fell short.

He craved a taste of the lecherous freedom she boldly flaunted under the glinting canopy consisting of cosmic elements displayed outside, which stimulated their sexual climb and reflected in their drive to achieve spews of white.

Delving into her unholy persuasion concluded their flirtatious gameplay.

"Please," Akaashi gulped down the bundle of despair, attempting to ascend from the walls of his parched throat, "just mouth fuck me.".

Y/n's widened irises brimmed with feigned innocence and nearly tricked Akaashi into thinking she was the epitome of such. The mischief blanketed beneath obtained a timer which was soon to end.

Before reaching the current scenario of Akaashi slouched and Y/n languidly trailing her soothing palms up his bare thighs, applying more pressure the further she advanced – thrill had surged throughout the desperate male once peeling her undergarments away, handling the bra he adored and its resemblance to a melancholic skyline with extra caution; afterwards marvelling at the navy patch infused with her translucent arousal saturating her thong before ridding of them too.

Yellow blotches swarmed Y/n's already hazy vision, the harsh flash that belonged to his phone was roaring to capture such lewd acts below the female's eye level. Their secrecy was intoxicating for the lens to record.

Her partner's throbbing cock prodded her jutted bottom lip and failed at a forced attempt to feel relief upon her slippery tongue. Her sensual eyes bore into his shadowed gaze, cloaking the usual glum skies assembled around his stygian pupils.

The decreasing distance between her mouth embracing the spotlight and his bulbous tip weeping to be attended to was a juxtaposition to their distance in public; physical contact was out of the question when surrounded by nosy citizens.

An airy blow of her shallow breath engulfing him forwarded a hair-raising shudder down his spine and briefly jostled the camera's focus.

"You just had to enjoy torturing me," His slender fingers softly gripped a tuft upon her head to direct her mouth where he needed her – another dire try for her teasing lips to surrender and invite the entirety of his cock in as she finally settled a lingering kiss against the base of his shaft, initiating a route that left a few pecks against the few veins dancing along the surface.