NSFW Extra - Curse These Old Bones - Couch & Fishnets - Part 3/3

Anko sprawled on the drenched couch, still tingling from the aftershocks of her explosive orgasm. The leather beneath her was slick with her juices, a vivid testament to the intense session she'd just enjoyed. She brushed a stray lock of hair from her eyes, her grin widening with a mischievous idea sparked by her unquenched desire.

With a playful chuckle, she performed a hand seal, and in a puff of smoke, a shadow clone materialized beside her. The clone flicked back its own purple hair and met Anko's lustful gaze with a fiery one of its own. "Ready for another round, you insatiable minx?" it teased, its voice dripping with anticipation and a challenge that mirrored Anko's own fervor. Anko responded with a predatory smirk, her gaze sharp, "Yeah, and you’re just as filthy as I am," her tone thick with the promise of more decadent delights.

Without any need for further encouragement, the clone knelt between Anko’s widely spread legs, its eyes locked onto the glistening pussy before it. Hungry and eager, the clone dove in, inhaling the potent, musky scent of Anko’s wetness. It then extended its tongue, lapping at the edges of Anko's dripping pussy. Anko gasped sharply, a surge of pleasure coursing through her as the rough texture of the clone's tongue grazed her sensitive skin.

"Fuck yes, eat me out, you dirty little slut," Anko groaned, her hands grabbing the back of the clone’s head, pushing it deeper into her pussy. The clone's tongue worked with relentless vigor, flicking and swirling around Anko's clit with expert precision, each movement designed to escalate Anko's pleasure to unbearable heights. Anko's moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate with each pass of the clone’s skilled tongue. "Don’t you fucking stop," she gasped out, her hips grinding against the clone's face as her arousal built towards a fever pitch.

"You love this, don't you?" the clone teased, its voice muffled against Anko's soaking wet pussy. "I know where you like it most." With that, the clone intensified its efforts, its fingers joining its tongue in their dance of debauchery. It slipped two fingers inside Anko, then quickly added a third, thrusting in rhythm with its tongue flicks.

Anko twisted her nipples harshly, the sharp pain sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her throbbing clit. "Harder, you fuck," she cursed, her voice thick with lust. As the clone's tongue and fingers ravaged her, Anko reached back and slapped her own ass hard, the sting mingling with the torrent of sensations already overwhelming her.

As the pressure inside her built to a climax, Anko’s demands grew more insistent. "I’m going to fucking cum soon, make it hurt," she snarled, pulling the clone's head even harder against her, forcing its face deep into her wet pussy. The clone's nose and chin were drenched, smothered by the hot, slick folds of Anko’s pussy as it gasped for air, choked by the intensity of Anko’s grinding.

"Cum for me, you filthy whore," the clone growled, its voice vibrating against Anko’s clit. With a frenzied scream, Anko’s orgasm tore through her. Her hips bucked wildly as she squirted, her juices spraying out with force, soaking the clone and the couch beneath them. The raw power of her climax left her shuddering, gasping for air, her cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls.

As her body shook from the intensity of her orgasm, the clone pulled back slightly, its face glistening with the evidence of Anko’s pleasure. Sitting back on its heels, it looked up at Anko with a sly, satisfied smirk. "Was that dirty enough for you?" it asked, pride coloring its tone.

Breathing heavily, Anko nodded, too spent to speak immediately. She lay back, every muscle relaxed yet still humming with residual pleasure. "Fucking incredible," she managed to pant out after a moment, acknowledging the clone’s effectiveness in fulfilling her wild desires. Her body was slick with sweat and cum, a delicious mess that bore witness to their lascivious activity.

With a lazy gesture, Anko dismissed the clone, watching it dissolve into nothingness, leaving her alone with the lingering vibrations of her climaxes and the mess they had created. She glanced around at the chaos—her living space now a testament to her unbridled lust, the couch a swamp of her own making.

"Definitely worth the mess," she chuckled to herself, already contemplating when she might next indulge in such uninhibited escapades. The thought of more rounds, possibly even wilder than the last, sparked a gleam of anticipation in her eyes. For now, though, she savored the afterglow, plotting her next foray into debauchery.