Vinyl shorts: Gooey Glasses


                                            Prompt:

                                            >When talking about the abundant futa presence on the Vinyl threads

                                            Yes, it'll be hard, but I'm sure we can find more common ground to fertilize. Perhaps a glasses fetish.


                                            Green:

                                            >Getting a hot blowie from Vinyl behind the stage before her set starts.

                                            >She’d kept you saving up for today and had been cheekily edging you since this morning.

                                            >It was worth it though, she let you be as rough as you liked with her when it was time.

                                            >So you were less receiving a blowjob and more stretching the DJs throat with how far you were burying yourself inside her mouth.

                                            >Despite your brutal face fucking, she was a champ.

                                            >She was taking your violent thrusts in stride, moaning and swallowing to the beat of your hips.

                                            >You were a little mean though, switching up your tempo every so often in order to throw her off to get a nice throaty gag out of her.

                                            >As calm and cool as she sounded, she looked like an absolute mess.

                                            >Tears carrying mascara littered the spaces under her glasses staining her white fur while frothy spit dribbled from her mouth down her cheeks and neck.

                                            >Yet you knew you weren’t really hurting her, even as your balls slapped against her chin her body was relaxed and accepted all of your inputs easily and without resistance.

                                            >Getting close, you signal Vinyl by tapping the sides of her head to get her attention and bring her out of her trance.

                                            >Letting go of your death grip on her head, Vinyl takes control of herself once again and continues where you left off.

                                            >Right as you’re about to blow, she takes you out of her throat and gives your glands a long messy lick, drooling over the intruder that had just been pillaging her insides.

                                            >Giving your engorged head a kiss, she lets out three strained little words.

                                            >”Cum for me.”

                                            >That’s all it took to send you over the edge.

                                            >As you tensed up and began to blow, she angled your cock at her face with magic and furiously pumped you dry.

                                            >Coaxing out as much as she could, she let you cover her with your cum, aiming you predominantly at the purple lenses of her shades.

                                            >You had to stabilize yourself against a table as Vinyl magically milked every last drop out of you, the amount completely covering the mare’s head with sticky ropes of love.

                                            >Running out of ammo, the cumthirsty mare still managed to wring the very last spurts out onto her muzzle.

                                            >When she was sure you had no more to give, she gently popped you back into her mouth and lovingly sucked you clean.

                                            >Even though she looked like frosty the snowman had gotten lost in a blizzard, anything that had missed the DJ was caught or scooped up in magenta magic and brought back to be dribbled over her face.

                                            >Giving your trooper a last lick, Vinyl steps back and gives you an uncharacteristically sweet smile.

                                            >You weren’t really sure if she could actually see you though, her glasses being painted an opaque cream seemed to hinder her vision quite a lot.

                                            >She looked positively ruined, every inch of her head was covered with clingy pearls .

                                            >Strands spread from her still mascara covered cheeks to her hair and dripped down from her horn to her snout.

                                            >Maybe you two should have gone easier with the virility potions.

                                            >Lowering her glasses just enough to give you a wink, the cumdrunk DJ turned and sashayed out to her awaiting fans.


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                                            >You had a great time like you always did at Vinyl’s gigs, especially when they started as juicy as this one did.

                                            >Making your way to the club’s VIP section, you heard her sending the crowd out with the last song thumping the walls.

                                            >You could do with a nice shower you think, a little sweat running down your head.

                                            >Entering the lounge, you spy a lone water bottle and snatch it off the table it was resting on.

                                            >Legs feeling a little wobbly from all the dancing, you find a couch and collapse on it, unscrewing the cap to the water and downing it, relishing the refreshing chill.

                                            >As soon as you finish your drink, the mare of the night comes barging in through the door.

                                            >If you thought you were sweaty, Vinyl was on a whole other level.

                                            >She had practically left a trail behind her from all the sweat that was coming off of her.

                                            >Well, mostly sweat. There was still a substantial amount of evidence still plastered to her face from earlier.

                                            >Spying the water in you hand, Vinyl looks around the room, assumedly searching for another one.

                                            >There were none to be seen however and you give the girl a sheepish look as she fixes you with a more annoyed one.

                                            “Sorry, guess I took the last one.”

                                            >Vinyl lets out a little irritated snort but quickly turns it into a giggle.

                                            >”Then I guess I gotta get something else to drink.”

                                            >Again, she walks over with a sway to her step before plopping her butt down right in front of your seat.

                                            >Interest piqued, you look down at the dirty pony to see her removing her soiled shades with sparkly telekinesis.

                                            >It took a lot of restraint not to laugh when they were fully peeled off, as there was a clear outline where the specs had been resting.

                                            >Instead, you locked eyes with her fiercely red ones, watching on transfixed as the succubus brought one of the messy lenses to her mouth.

                                            >Extending her tongue, Vinyl playfully lapped at the mess, swirling it around and flicking it with her wet muscle.

                                            >In one long lick she collects your load, slurping and moaning as it enters her mouth, not breaking the stare for one second.

                                            >She keeps her prize however, savoring the taste of it, keeping it safe in her mouth and squishing it between her teeth.

                                            >Making absolutely sure it was thoroughly clean, her tongue makes a few more passes over the lens before switching over to the other side.

                                            >Much like the first half, the DJ plays with her food, the heady liquid pooling around her tongue as it danced on the surface of the tinted glass.

                                            >Her breath fogged the smooth purple surface as she panted into her meal, kissing at it, smearing it around, all the while keeping her piercing eyes locked with yours.

                                            >Repeating herself again, the lewd mare takes long steady licks at her goggles turning them up so you could see through them at her pink organ lapping up the remains of the sticky goodness.

                                            >Adding the other half of her dessert to the first in her mouth, Vinyl finally breaks the eye lock by closing hers with content.

                                            >Unable to resist, she plays around with the stringy liquid a little more, swirling it around, pushing it through her teeth, swishing it from cheek to cheek, even gargling it at one point giving you both a laugh.

                                            >Opening her eyes again she screws up her face in concentration as she collects every last bit of the creamy delight, gathering it up and presenting it to you by sticking her tongue out of her maw.

                                            >Carefully cradling the milky substance as to not spill a drop, she proudly shows off her work, waiting for your approval.

                                            >Nodding your head with a smile, you see her ruby eyes light up with joy before she tips her head back and loudly swallows her treat.

                                            >Smaking her lips, Vinyl lets out a long guttural moan as she feels her warm reward travel down her throat.

                                            >It takes her a second to recover, but once she does, she gazes back up at you cutely before dropping her shades back on her nose.

                                            >She says only two words to you this time, before offering up her empty mouth again.

                                            >”More please.”