Cosplay Sex: The Must-Have Ultimate Fantasy Experience

So this cosplay sex thing happened with my college classmate, the one who’s always dressed up, and it turned into something I still think about. She was Raven in this Mortitia getup, and the second she pulled me into her room, I knew I was done for. She started slow, pressing her bare foot against me through my jeans, toes curling just right, and when I slid my hand up her thigh under that skirt, she was already so wet. She pulled it off, then straddled me for a titjob, those big natural tits wrapping around me while she looked up with this mischievous grin, and I nearly lost it right there. Next thing I know, she’s on her knees, taking me deep in her mouth, sloppy and eager, and I’m gripping her hair, trying to hold back. When she climbed on top for cowgirl, her trimmed pussy sliding down on me, we both moaned—she rode me hard, grinding, and I watched her tits bounce until I couldn’t take it. I pulled her close, thrust up once more, and came inside her, both of us breathless and laughing, just lying there in that ridiculous cape.