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Title: “Ravena Titans: A Cosplay Cock Comfort Session”

The sun was setting on a steamy summer’s eve as Ravena, the busty bust throng, sauntered into her cozy boudoir clutching a sinister smile. She was dressed to thrill in a skimpy titan cosplay leotard that clung to her curves like a second skin, her ample bosom threatening to burst free with each sensual sway of her hips. Her lips were glossed a delectable cherry red, curtailed to a naughty pout.

“There you are, naughty boys,” Ravena purred into the camera, her dulcet tones dripping with bikini inducing accents. “Ready for a saucy session of guided jerking? I’ll be your personal JOI assassins tonight, so let’s not waste any time, shall we?”

She kicked off her heels and padded over to a plush armchair, draped her delectable derriere over the velvet cushion, and crossed her long, slender legs – a tantalizing glimpse of lacy thigh garter graced the scene. Ravena licked her plump lips slowly, her hooded gaze boring into the lens as she propped up the camera for an eye-level vantage of her explosion.

“First things first, my sexy naughty Mr. Wanker,” she gushed, slinging an arm behind her head in a coquettish pose. “Starting by admiring your tit,” Ravena said, slowly running a hand over the swell of her chest. “Can you feel it, your cock getting harder by the second? Gently stroke it baby, let it grow tall and strong for me.”

Her instructions continued in a breathy symphony of sinful suggestions. “Now, give yourself a good squeeze,” Ravena purred, pinching one pebbled nipple through the thin fabric of her costume. “Push down hard, all the way to the base. Good boy, I can tell you’re not going to give up.” She shimmied her shoulders, her hefty mounds jiggling with the motion.

With each stage of self-pleasure Ravena encouraged, she undressed gradually until her rosy areola and stiff nipples peered over the top of her corset. “Don’t you love those anime girls, my naughty Mr. Wanker?” she crooned with a wink. “Call out loud breast if you want them to come and play!”

Next, the buxom beauty slid a hand into her panties, stroking her slick folds behind the flimsy lace barrier. “Mmm, you’re getting so close…but you know the rules,” Ravena taunted, biting her plump lower lip. “Don’t cum until I say so, or I’ll get the paddle out…” Her fingers increased their speed, her chest heaving with each panting breath.

Ravena pulled her glistening fingers free, holding them out towards the camera. “Suck, my naughty Mr. Wanker,” she commanded breathlessly. “Pull them deep into your mouth, feel my sweet taste…” Her free hand snaked down to flick at the swollen pearl between her tether lips.

As you struggled to deny your impending orgasm, Ravena squeezed her own heavy jugs, massaging the silken flesh. “Push your cock against the headboard,” she demanded, squeezing her eyes shut in ecstasy. “Rub yourself raw until you’re howling for release.” She circled her engorged clit with ruthless fervor, her curvaceous hips bucking against her touch.

A sheen of sweat glistened on her heaving chest as Ravena inched closer to her own explosive climax. “Don’t you dare cum until I say so!” she cried out, her voice ragged. “Keep stroking, keep teasing, I know you can hold out for me!”

Finally, as your balls drew tight, Ravena let out a keening moan. “Okay my dirty birdie, end it!” she squealed, throwing her head back as her walls clenched around her questing fingers. “Come all over that nasty anime girl! Spurt your hot seed…” Her body shuddered, her voice dissolving into breathy pants. “…and never forget who made you do it!”

Ravena collapsed against the chair, chest heaving, tenderly brushing her hair from her flushed face. “Until next time, my sexy wankers,” she trilled, exhaustion seeping into her voice. “Stay safe…and keep jerking for me!”

And with a sultry wink, the screen blanked – a coy grin frozen forever on her lush lips, and the imprint of her buxom body eternally singed in your mind. You tentatively released your throbbing shaft from the imprisonment of youraves pantleg and dabbed the milky trails from your belly with your shirt. Wielding less-than-steady legs, you wearily made your way to the washroom to cleanse yourself of Ravena’s sweetly sticky sins.

As the scalding water streamed over your body – your first conscious thought of the many hot baptisms ahead – a smug grin tugged at the corners of your mouth. Yes, life was definitely going to get much dirtier now that you had Ravena Titans in your crosshairs. Lord knows how many more JOI sessions awaited – among other tantalizing delights – and you couldn’t wait to be Ravena’s plaything.