Reika Asakura craves every inch of you, eager to please with her skilled mouth.

Kali’s eyes burned hotter than acetylene torches. Her magenta nipples stood rigid against the bruised skin. Porn Kali whimpered high in her throat. “Okay,” he grunted, a predatory satisfaction in his tone, “these will do.”
Kali’s head snapped up, fury blazing through the tears. Her torso whiplashed forward. Then it struck. Her breath came in ragged, wet sobs. Her exquisite blue skin gleamed slickly, the steel ring embedded deep in its bruised flesh shining coldly above the welcoming, downward-pointing nipple. The vibration resonated deep inside Kali’s core, eliciting another sharp gasp. It held firm, its thin body undulating rhythmically against her vulva as venom flooded her hypersensitive nerve cluster. The violet marks pulsed visibly, angry against the blue. Below her breasts, the smooth blue skin of her lower belly rippled unnaturally. His lips moved silently, counting the visible inches.