Creampie Powerless Tatsumaki for Purely FUN plus Leaking Sperm
Title: “One Punch Too Many: Tatsumaki’s Squirting Surrender”
In the bustling, neon-lit streets of Jump City, an unsuspecting crowd gathered, eagerly awaiting the latest cosplay performance. Little did they know, their innocent gathering was about to take a surprisingly naughty turn, courtesy of one tipsy, horny fangirl.
She was young, no older than nineteen, with a petite frame and an infectious smile. Her vibrant green hair, a perfect match for the heroine she adored, tumbled down her back in loose curls. The girl, dressed in a skimpy version of the Blowfish High School uniform, complete with a delightfully short skirt, took center stage with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“The one, the only, the stunningly sexy and incredibly powerful, Tatsumaki!” she squealed, striking a provocative pose.
The audience cheered, whistling and clapping at the adorable display. But the party was only just beginning. With nimble fingers, the girl unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a lacy white bra barely containing her bountiful breasts.
“Oh, where to start, where to start?” She giggled, twirling a colorful scarf like a cheerleader’s pom-pom. “Let’s see… how about some of my many fans’ favorite Tatsumaki moments?”
Zipping through the crowd, the green-haired vixen playfully grabbed a young man in the front row. “One Punch Man, anyone?”
She straddled his lap, grinding her barely covered crotch against his pants. “Mmm, you’ve never seen Tatsumaki like this before.” The crowd roared with laughter and applause as she motorboated the poor guy’s face, her tits spilling into view.
The performance continued, the impudent gosling tormenting her adorable victims. She flashed her panties to the gawking crowd, lifted her skirt to reveal a glistening bare pussy, and masturbated on the stage with reckless abandon. The whole time, she kept up a steady stream of brazen quips:
“I bet you’d love to stuff your cum in Tatsumaki’s tight hole, wouldn’t you?”
“Mmm, maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you glare at my ass like Saitama.”
“You know, you’re just dying to watch me squirt, aren’t you?”
She was insatiable, a tornado of perversion unleashed on the unsuspecting congoers. The girl blew kisses at the audience, lips curled in a coy grin. Beads of sweat rolled down her smooth skin as she writhed and shuddered through climaxes, over stimulated and brimming with lust.
Finally, her hips buckled and she collapsed onto the stage in a lewd pile of twitching limbs. A crowd of lucky fans surrounded her, ready to%.
