Chun Li from Street Fighter gets Creampied!

The street was quiet that fateful night, save for the distant sounds of revelry from the city’s many bars and clubs. A lone figure crept down the alleyway, her silhouette barely visible against the dim streetlights. As she approached, her features became clearer – it was none other than Chun-Li, the legendary Street Fighter herself. But there was something different about her tonight. Instead of her signature red fighting gear, she wore a tiny black dress that hugged her curves like a second skin.

Chun-Li paused for a moment, hands on her hips as she surveyed the area. This was no training session or fight – tonight, she had other plans in mind. With a determined stride, she made her way to a nearby motel, slipping inside room 107 with practiced ease. Inside, the room’s occupant was already waiting, perched on the edge of the bed. He was a tall, muscular man with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes – in other words, the exact type of man Chun-Li liked.

“Barthol, I presume?” Chun-Li addressed him with a sly smile, tossing her long raven hair back over her shoulder. The man nodded, his eyes roving over her body with undisguised hunger.

“Chun-Li, delighted to make your acquaintance,” he replied, his voice a low rumble. In a single fluid motion, he rose from the bed and crossed the distance between them, pulling her into his arms. Chun-Li melted against him, her soft curves molding to his hardness. Their mouths collided in a passionate kiss, tongues twining as they explored each other’s depths.

Chun-Li’s hands roamed over Barthol’s body, tracing the lines of muscle and hard-packed sinew. She could feel his arousal pressing against her own, straining against his pants. With a naughty grin, she reached down and palmed him through the fabric, eliciting a low growl from her partner.

Barthol’s hands grasped her ass, those big hands kneading the firm flesh as he ground his hips against hers. The action caused her dress to ride up, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her black lace thong. Unable to resist, Barthol hooked a finger in the garment and tugged, exposing her to the cool air of the room. He leaned down and pressed a heated kiss against her mound, his tongue flicking out to taste her.

Chun-Li gasped, her hips arching into his touch. She could feel the dampness gathering between her thighs, her body responding to his skilled ministrations. But she wanted more – she needed more. With a roar of pent-up desire, she pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips as she ground down against him.

Barthol’s hands slid up her sides to cup her breasts, thumbing her nipples through the thin material of her dress. Chun-Li leaned back, grabbing his wrists and guiding his hands to the hem of her dress. With a coy smile, she raised her arms, allowing him to pull the garment over her head and toss it aside. Her lack of a bra left her in nothing but her thong and thigh-high fishnets. She was the picture of raw sexuality, her firm breasts jutting out proudly.

“Like what you see?” Chun-Li purred, rocking her hips against him. She could feel his cock straining against the confines of his pants, seeking the heat of her core.

“Hell yeah,” Barthol growled, rising to his knees and reversing their positions. He captured one dusky nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive bud until Chun-Li was writhing beneath him. His free hand made quick work of her thong, tugging it down her long legs and tossing it aside.

Naked and wanting, Chun-Li reached for his pants, unbuckling his belt and sliding the zipper down with clumsy fingers. She could feel him pressing urgently against the fabric, desperate for release. With a final tug, she slipped her hand inside and grasped his hard, thick length, stroking him from root to tip.

Barthol groaned, his hips thrusting up into her hand. He watched through hooded eyes as she pumped him, his cock glistening with her saliva and pre-cum. Unable to hold back any longer, he dropped his pants and grabbed her hips, positioning himself at her entrance. With a swift thrust, he buried himself inside her, his cockhead kissing her cervix.

They both cried out at the sensation, Barthol biting his lip to maintain some semblance of control. Chun-Li could feel herself stretching around him, her walls fluttering as she adjusted to his size. She wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles at the small of his back as he began to move.

Barthol set a hard, fast pace, his hips pistoning as he plunged in and out of her tight heat. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, punctuated by their guttural moans and grunts. Chun-Li could feel the pressure building inside her, her body tensing as she climbed higher and higher towards climax.

Suddenly, Barthol pulled out, leaving Chun-Li empty and aching. Before she could protest, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees, pushing her face down into the mattress. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto his cock in one smooth motion. The new angle allowed him to hit even deeper, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” Barthol groaned, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “I’m gonna fill you up, Chun-Li. I’m gonna pump you full of my cum.”

Chun-Li could only moan in response, her body quaking as he pounded into her. She could feel her inner walls starting to flutter, signaling her approaching orgasm. With one final thrust, Barthol buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as he spilled himself inside her.

Chun-Li came with a harsh cry, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She could feel his seed filling her, his cock pulsing with each spurt. They stayed locked together, Barthol’s hips grinding into hers as they rode out the aftershocks of their intense coupling.

Finally, with a shuddering groan, Barthol pulled out, his softening member slipping from her well-used hole. A trickle of cum followed, dripping down Chun-Li’s thighs. She collapsed onto the bed, panting and spent, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat.

Barthol flopped down beside her, throwing an arm around her waist and pulling her close. “That was fucking amazing,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Chun-Li hummed in agreement, nuzzling into his chest. She knew this was only the beginning – after all, they had a whole night ahead of them. And she intended to make the most of every second.