yor cosplay femdom: Stunning Must-Have Best

So the yor cosplay femdom thing started as a joke between us, honestly, because she’d just finished putting together this whole Yor Forger outfit for a convention and was still half in character, all sharp eyes and that dangerous little smile, and when she pushed me back onto the bed I wasn’t laughing anymore. She kept the black dress on but hiked it up, straddling my chest, and the power trip in her voice when she told me to stay still made my whole body go tight. It wasn’t some big production—just her hand in my hair, guiding my mouth exactly where she wanted, then flipping around so I could taste her while she took me deep, sloppy and unhurried, that wet heat building until I couldn’t think straight. She pulled off just long enough to climb over me and finish with her thighs shaking against my ears, and when she finally let me come, it was with her fingers digging into my shoulder and that smug cosplay smirk right up against my neck. We laughed after, breathless and sticky, and she said she might keep the costume on next time too.