Animation Hentai – Nico Robin and the Invisible Man
Title: Nico Robin and the Invisible Man: A Naughty боле Patient’s Creampie
In a world where the Fishmen race reigns supreme, there exists a gorgeous woman named Nico Robin. Known as the “Devil Child” and “King’s archaeologist,” Robin possesses an uncanny ability to read Poneglyphs, ancient texts that hold the secrets to the mysteries of the world. However, her beauty and talents have also attracted the attention of unscrupulous men who seek to satisfy their basest desires.
On this particular day, Robin finds herself in the clutches of an invisible man who has been spying on her. His name remains unknown, but his intentions are crystal clear. The mysterious figure materializes behind her, locking his arms around her slender waist while whispering sultry nothings into her ear.
Robin’s voluptuous breasts heave as she struggles in the invisible man’s grip. Her cheeks flush crimson with embarrassment and arousal. “Just who do you think you are, assaulting me like this?” she demands, attempting to maintain a stern demeanor despite her racing heart.
The invisible man chuckles darkly, his long tongue tracing the shell of her ear. “Nico Robin, my dear. Is this not what you’ve been secretly yearning for? To be claimed by a man so powerful that no one can stop him?”
Robin bites her lip, her body betraying her as she arches back against her assailant’s firm chest. “F-false! I have no interest in such depraved acts,” she protests weakly.
The invisible man smirks knowingly, his hands wandering lower to cup the generous globes of her ass. “Liar,” he murmurs, squeezing the supple flesh possessively. “Shall I show you the truth of your desires?”
Without waiting for a response, he tears away her shirt, exposing her ample bosom to his hungry gaze. Plump, dusky nipples pucker in the cool air, aching for his touch. Robin whimpers, decently fighting the rising tide of lust within her.
The invisible man wastes no time in capturing one rosy peak between his fingers, tugging and teasing until it’s standing at rigid attention. Robin can’t help but moan, her hips undulating in needy little circles. “That’s it,” he praises, “Surrender to pleasure.”
He tugs at her top and ducks lower, hot breath washing over her upturned breasts. Robin gasps as he closes his mouth around one straining nub, suckling greedily. Her hands fly to his head, fingers tangling in his hair as she holds him against her. The wet rasp of his tongue against the tender bud sends jolts of electricity straight to her core.
Shameful wetness seeps from her sex, dampening the thin fabric of her panties. Robin bites her lip, moaning softly as the invisible man releases her nipple with a lewd pop. “Look how soaked you are,” he taunts, pressing a finger against her clothed slit. “You’re not fooling anyone, Nico Robin.”
