Marin Kitagawa invited you to take measurements and got fucked – CUT version

Title: “Measuring Up with Marin Kitagawa: A CUT-Rated Cosplay Encounter”

The invite from Marin Kitagawa was unexpected yet undeniably enticing. The anime sensation, famed for her stunning beauty and exotic tattoos, wanted me to measure her for a custom costume. I was to be her personal seamstress, tasked with capturing her curves to perfection. Little did I know, the fitting session would become a wild session of intimate measurements and marital arts mixed with cosplay. As I stepped into her home, my heart raced with anticipation, unaware of the decadent revelry that awaited.

Marin greeted me with a sly smile, her goddess-like figure clad in a sheer negligee that left little to the imagination. “Welcome, honey. I’ve been looking forward to having your skilled hands all over me,” she purred, guiding me to the bedroom. The room was dimly lit, ambient music setting an erotic tone. A set of custom measurements tools and aulin, a flexible measuring tape, lay on the bed, hinting at the task at hand.

“You know, most seamstresses don’t come equipped with such… tools,” I remarked, eyeing the dildo and measuring tape.

Marin chuckled seductively, “Well, baby, I’m not most girls.” She took my hands, positioning them on her ample breasts. “Let’s start here. I want my red lace corset to really emphasize these puppies.”

I swallowed hard, trying to focus on the task. Marin’s breasts were the perfect handful, firm yet yielding under my touch. I teased the dildo across her cleavage as I measured, watching her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric.

“Mmmm, don’t mind if you do,” she breathed, tilting her head back to allow me better access.

My hands trailed lower, past her hourglass waist to the ripe rounds of her ass. Marin made no move to stop me as I kneaded the supple flesh, my thumb dipping between her cheeks to graze the lace-encased seam of her pussy. “These measurements will have to be extremely precise,” I murmured, nipping her earlobe. “For the tightest fit possible.”

“Give it everything you’ve got,” Marin encouraged breathlessly, pressing back against my hand. I could feel the damp patch growing on her panties, evidence of her desire.

Slipping my fingers beneath the elastic, I stroked her petals open and delved inside her heat. Marin moaned, her hips rocking instinctively as I pumped in and out, curling my fingers to graze her G-spot. Her slick arousal coated my hand, making lewd squelching noises with each thrust.

“That’s it, baby,” she urged, grinding shamelessly on my digits. “Get in there deep and make sure I’m proportional.”

I probed for her pearl, rubbing insistently as I took hold of the base of the dildo. Marin froze, eyes fluttering shut as I pressed the cool silicone head to her entrance. “I want my cock in you,” I growled, pushing forward. “I want to stretch your needy cunt around my shaft and pound you into breathless submission.”

“Fuck yes!” Marin gasped, slamming her hips back to take me to the hilt. We both groaned at the exquisite sensation, my girth filling her so completely. I held still for amoment, allowing her body to adjust before setting a relentless pace.

“Nngh! Ride me!” I commanded, pounding mercilessly as Marin threw herself back in a frenzy. My other hand snaked around to fist in her hair, yanking her head down and arching her spine as I ravaged her. The adrenaline pulsed through my veins, drowning out all other senses but the slick drag of my cock in her pussy and her strangled cries of ecstasy.

Marin began to quiver and spasm around me, her inner muscles rippling as she teetered on the edge of her orgasm. “I-I’m close,” she panted frantically. “Make me come! Fucking ruin me!”

With a snarl, I shifted our positions so that she straddled me reverse cowgirl style. Marin didn’t miss a beat, slamming herself down in a crazed ride that had her tits bouncing wildly. The new angle allowed her to take me even deeper, and I could feel my own end approaching. As Marin threw her head back and screamed her release, I thrust up one last time, grinding against her cervix as I filled her with spurt after thick spurt of my seed.

We collapsed together, limp and sated as we panted through the afterglow. “Well,” I quipped, pressing a kiss to Marin’s sweaty temple, “I’d say the measurements are good based on that performance, but we’d better double check just to be certain…”

Marin threw her head back and laughed. “Oh honey,” she purred, climbing off and pulling me flush against her, “I think we’ll need to do multiple rounds of… quality control.”

Needless to say, the costume fitting went well beyond mere aesthetic targets.