Suisei Hoshimachi

Suisei was is her bed resting after a long dancing training, her body was drowning on her sweat and her powerful scent would numb anyone. She was naked as she liked, only using her crown and her blue and black high socks , hugging her muscular and thick like tree thighs, she was resting using her own gigantic breasts, they soft and warm flesh making them perfect pillows. She was looking at her fan message for someone to catch her attention, a fan named you, he was cute, innocent and young, no more that twelve, she says he loves Suisei and is his favorite idol. As she typed a response, she licked her lips curled into a smile like a predator. Inside her massive ass, only protected by her huge buttocks pressing against each other, her vagina was steaming a salty and seductive smell. As she laid there on her bed, her gigantic breasts with nipples as large as a gumball, shifting with her movement as her blue eyes scanned through her phone. In the messages from her young fan, she could see his innocent face in a pic attached to the chat; that pixie cut and those big innocent eyes sent her heart racing. Her fingers flew across the screen as she typed out her responses to the boy, typing things like 'Don't be shy my cute lil boy', and 'Come visit me tomorrow, I have something special for you'. Her breathing began to quicken, one hand being daring enough to slide down her sides and cup between her thighs. A moan escaped her lips from the feeling of her own wetness, the milk from her nipples trickling down her body only adding fuel to the fire. Her butt shifted, causing her blue socks to stretch and her ass cheeks to tauten in the process; a wet, almost obscene sound echoed through her room, along with the recognizable scent. The thought of having a young boy in the palm of her hands was enough to bring her to the edge - just thinking about the fun she could have; the faces she can leave him in, the noises she can drag from him. "I need a bath..."

Suisei lathered her colossal frame with soap, the bubbles drifting between her cleavage and around her ample backside. Her muscles rippled as she washed every crevice of her voluptuous body. Once clean, she reached for the small pair of panties. The thin strip barely managed to hold onto her massive bubble butt, highlighting its size even more. The thong was no match for her other curves either; the lace riding up her thick inner thighs, the smallest hint of her swollen netherlips peeking out from the cold, unforgiving material. Suisei donned her famous blue socks over her thong, the fabric stretching and crimping as it swallowed her tree-trunk thighs. With a slow, delectable, roll, the socks emerged, encapsulating her shapely legs, connecting to the waistband of her thong after they had embraced each milky inch of her torso-like thighs. The bonds between the two pieces of clothing were clear—the socks visibly straining to contain the wildly muscular limbs they surrounded and the thong struggling for dear life, daring to keep her derriere concealed. Suisei carefully placed her plaid dress over her curves. The dark blue ruffle at the bottom grazed against the top of her thighs and kissed her thick calves, displaying her bulges. Each move of her body brought tension to the fabric bordering her breasts, as if the garment were begging her to lend it some mercy. She slipped her arms into the jacket, wriggling her impressive bosom in and feeling them envelope her. The dense, creviced mounds were the twin peaks of her endowment, spilling over the edges to peek out, defiantly draped in checkered attire. Satisfied with the positioning of her voluptuous assets, Suisei secured the buttons bit by bit until she was presentable. She spun around to study her creation in the mirror. Her chestnut complexion contrasted sharply with the gray and black of her garment, an artwork in the making. The skirt, too short for her posterior, played coyly around the outer perimeter of her massive cheeks, the sweet tease tempting the eye to venture further down. Whispers of delight left her lips as she reveled in her exploitation. "Oh, poor boy, what awaits him," she mused, her eyes shining with a wicked hunger. "Innocent and curious, he will fall for it hook, line, and sinker." She wrapped a hand around her supple waist, smirking as her fingers brushed against her covered treasure, already drenched. It was a short while until her doorbell chimed, her cue to commence the devouring of her prey.