nezuko makes custom video to fan and cums while saying his name

Title: “Nezuko’s Naughty Descent into Desire”

In the quiet confines of her room, a sultry figure stirred to life. Nezuko Kamado, the demon slayer turned titillating temptress, had decided to indulge her deepest, darkest desires. With her pink hair cascading down her shoulders and a mischievous glint in her crimson eyes, she began to prepare for a very special performance.

Nezuko’s lips curled into a seductive smile as she slipped into a revealing nurse’s uniform, the fabric clinging to her every curve like a second skin. The skimpy garb left little to the imagination, a fact that only served to heighten her arousal. She gazed at herself in the mirror, admiring the way the costume hugged her ample bosom and accentuated the swell of her hips.

With a wink and a giggle, Nezuko grabbed her trusty camera and positioned it on a tripod, ensuring every delectable detail would be captured for the appreciative eyes of her devoted fan. She took a moment to settle into the role, her mind drifting to the Hitchhiker and the naughty thoughts that plagued her whenever she thought of him.

“Oh, my dear fan,” Nezuko purred, her voice dripping with honeyed venom. “I’ve been waiting for this moment, imagining your eager hands upon my body, your lips upon my skin. But for now, I shall give you a taste of what awaits you.”

She began to slowly unbutton her top, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her creamy flesh. Her fingers traced the exposed curves of her breasts, teasing the sensitive skin until her nipples hardened into stiff peaks. Nezuko let out a low, throaty moan, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the exquisite sensations coursing through her body.

The camera rolled on, capturing every breathy gasp and sultry sigh as Nezuko continued to strip for her audience. She unzipped her skirt, allowing it to pool around her ankles, and stood before the lens in nothing but a lacy pair of panties and her signature bandages. Her fingers tangled in the delicate fabric, and with a sudden tug, she revealed the dripping wet essence of her arousal.

“Does this sight excite you, Hitchhiker?” Nezuko breathed, her voice heavy with lust. “Do you long to taste my sweet nectar, to plunge your tongue deep within my folds until I cry out your name?”

She brought her fingers to her mouth, her tongue darting out to sample the heady flavor of her own desire. Her eyes fluttered shut in bliss, a shudder of pleasure rippling through her body as she savored the taste.

Unable to resist any longer, Nezuko climbed onto the bed, assuming a position of wanton abandon. She propped herself up on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air as she presented herself for her unseen admirer’s pleasure. She began to slowly grind her hips, enticing her viewer with the sight of her dripping pussy and the glistening trails of her essence coating her thighs.

“Touch yourself for me, Hitchhiker,” Nezuko commanded, her voice low and sultry. “I want to hear your cries of ecstasy as you bring yourself to the brink of oblivion, imagining it’s my skilled hands upon your body.”

She reached between her legs, her fingers delving into her soaked folds as she began to pleasure herself with slow, deliberate strokes. Her head fell back, a guttural moan escaping her lips as she lost herself in the exquisite sensations. She rocked her hips in time with her ministrations, her fingers pumping in and out of her tight canal as she chased her impending orgasm.

“Hitchhiker,” Nezuko gasped, his name falling from her lips like a prayer. “Yes, just like that. Don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”

Her moans grew louder, more desperate as she climbed the peak of pleasure. Her thighs quivered, her body tensing as a powerful climax washed over her. She cried out his name, her voice echoing through the room as she rode out the waves of her release.

But Nezuko was far from done. With a wicked grin, she rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide in invitation. Her fingers found their way back to her slit, and she began to circle her clit, teasing the sensitive nub until it swelled beneath her touch.

“Watch me, Hitchhiker,” Nezuko purred, her eyes locked on the camera. “Watch as I bring myself to the brink again and again, until I’m nothing more than a writhing mass of pleasure.”

She continued to touch herself, her body undulating beneath her own skilled caress. Each stroke brought her closer to the edge, until she could no longer hold back. With a scream of ecstasy, Nezuko tumbled over the precipice once more, her pussy clenching around nothing as her orgasm crashed over her.

Spent and sated, Nezuko collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. She looked at the camera, her crimson eyes blazing with unbridled desire.

“Until next time, my dear Hitchhiker,” she whispered, her voice heavy with promise. “I’ll be waiting.”

And with that, the camera ceased to roll, preserving this naughty moment for Nezuko’s diligent fan to enjoy at his leisure. The witch of the demon slayer corps had fulfilled her promise, using her body to bring her beloved fan to exquisite heights of ecstasy. And as she drifted off to sleep, a satisfied smile played upon her lips, knowing that her deepest, darkest desires had been thoroughly indulged.