After a grueling but victorious mission, the Black Bulls threw a raucous celebration at their hideout. Vanessa Enoteca, the sultry witch of the squad, decided to make an entrance no one would forget. She slipped into a tight, red dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. The plunging neckline barely contained her full, perky tits, and the hem rode so high it threatened to reveal her shaved pussy with every step. No panties, no bra—just pure, shameless confidence. She wanted every eye on her, and she fucking loved it.
As she strutted into the main hall, the room went silent for a split second before erupting into chaos. Asta’s jaw hit the floor, his innocent eyes bugging out. Finral practically drooled, muttering, “Holy shit, Vanessa, you’re killing me.” Even Luck paused his hyperactive bouncing to stare, and Gauche’s usual sister-obsessed scowl faltered as he snuck a glance. Vanessa soaked it all in, her pussy tingling from the attention. She swayed her hips, letting the dress ride up just enough to tease, smirking as the guys fought to keep their composure.
“Wow, Vanessa, you look fucking amazing,” Finral stammered, adjusting his pants.
“Thanks, babe. Thought I’d give you all something to drool over,” she purred, tossing him a wink that made his knees weak.
She sauntered to the bar where Yami Sukehiro, the Black Bulls’ badass captain, lounged with a drink in hand. His dark eyes flicked over her, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Dressed like a slut tonight, huh, witch? Fishing for attention?”
Vanessa leaned over the bar, giving him an eyeful of her cleavage. “Maybe. Is it working, captain?”
Yami’s grin widened. “You fucking know it is.”
The night wore on, and Vanessa played the room like a pro. She danced with Asta, grinding her ass against him until he turned beet red. She whispered dirty shit in Finral’s ear, watching him squirm. Every stare, every hungry glance, made her wetter, her nipples hardening under the thin fabric. But her gaze kept drifting back to Yami—his broad shoulders, his rough hands, that air of dominance that promised he’d fuck her senseless.
Finally, she’d had enough teasing. When the party hit its peak, she sauntered over to Yami, hips swaying. “Hey, captain, wanna ditch this crowd? I’ve got something special for you.”
He raised an eyebrow, downing his drink. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
She bit her lip, voice dripping with lust. “Follow me and find out.”
Vanessa led him to her room, locking the door behind them. The space was dimly lit, with a huge mirror dominating one wall—perfect for what she had in mind. She turned to Yami, fingers teasing the straps of her dress. “Ready for your surprise?”
“Show me,” he growled, arms crossed.
With a seductive smile, she slid the dress off, letting it pool at her feet. Her naked body was a goddamn masterpiece—big, bouncy tits with stiff pink nipples, a tight waist, and a glistening pussy begging for attention. Yami’s eyes raked over her, his cock already straining against his pants. “Fuck, Vanessa. You’re a walking wet dream.”
He closed the distance, rough hands grabbing her tits and squeezing hard. Vanessa moaned, arching into him. “Yes, Yami, fucking touch me.” He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, then sucked one into his mouth, biting just enough to make her gasp. Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him on as heat pooled between her thighs.
Yami pulled back, shedding his clothes in record time. His muscular chest rippled, and when he dropped his pants, his thick, throbbing dick sprang free—huge, veiny, and ready to wreck her. Vanessa licked her lips. “Holy fuck, captain. That’s a monster cock.”
“Think you can take it?” he taunted, stroking himself.
“Oh, I’ll fucking take it,” she shot back, dropping to her knees.
She wrapped her lips around his dick, sucking him deep into her throat. Yami groaned, hands fisting her hair as she bobbed her head, tongue swirling around his shaft. “Shit, Vanessa, you’re a pro at sucking cock.” She hummed, the vibrations making him twitch, and took him even deeper until spit dripped down her chin.
Before he could cum, Yami yanked her off. “Bed. Now.”
Vanessa obeyed, sprawling on the bed and spreading her legs wide, her pussy dripping and ready. Yami climbed over her, lining his cock up with her entrance. “You want this?”
“Fuck yes, pound my pussy,” she begged.
He slammed into her with one brutal thrust, stretching her tight hole and making her scream. He fucked her hard and fast, his balls slapping her ass, her tits bouncing wildly. Vanessa reached down, rubbing her clit as waves of pleasure crashed over her. “Harder, Yami, fucking ruin me!”
He gripped her hips, drilling into her deeper, the bed creaking under them. After a few minutes, he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach. “Time for something else.”
Vanessa glanced back, curious. “What’s that?”
Yami grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her and lifting her up into a kneeling position. He slid his arms under hers, locking his hands behind her head in a full nelson. Her body was completely exposed, legs spread, pussy dripping. “Kinky bastard,” she laughed, loving how helpless she felt.
“You like it?” he asked, his cock nudging her soaked entrance from behind.
“Fuck yeah, do it,” she urged.
He thrust up into her pussy, filling her in one smooth motion. The position let him pound her from below, his dick hitting spots that made her see stars. Vanessa’s eyes locked onto the mirror—she could see everything: her tits jiggling, her fucked-out expression, Yami’s massive cock slamming into her. The sight pushed her over the edge. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
“Me too,” Yami grunted, his thrusts turning erratic.
Her pussy clenched around him as she came, screaming his name, juices soaking his dick. Yami followed, growling as he pumped her full of hot cum, the excess dripping down her thighs. They collapsed together, panting, his softening cock still inside her.
“Fucking incredible,” Vanessa gasped, turning to kiss him.
“Yeah, you’re a hell of a lay,” Yami smirked, pulling her close.
As they lay there, Vanessa grinned to herself. If wearing slutty outfits got her this kind of night, she’d never dress any other way.
