Roleplay With Me: My Cartoon Crush

Sonny McKinley worships Hentai Sex School. Winning the contest means she gets Dee Williams in the flesh—the woman who breathes life into Principal Coldsnatch, the ice-queen dominatrix who has owned Sonny’s nights. When the door opens, Dee pulls Sonny inside and settles her on a velvet couch. She reads Sonny’s stories aloud, voice low and delighted, then signs the sticky comic cover with a flourish. The air thickens. Dee stands, disappears, and returns wearing Coldsnatch’s uniform: black latex squeezed over full tits, gold cuffs, a white lab coat that stops at the waist. Sonny swallows air. Dee slides onto the cushion, slips a manicured hand behind Sonny’s neck, and the game begins. “Knees together, young lady,” she murmurs, and the temperature in the room doubles. Before long Sonny is on her back, legs open, clothes pushed aside. Dee’s gloved fingers part her soaked folds and sink deep, knuckles curling until Sonny’s hips buck. Sonny rides two of those fingers while sucking hard on the latex-covered thumb, then she straddles the older woman, grinding her dripping cunt against Dee’s bare thigh until the leather squeaks. When Sonny finally drops to her knees and presses her tongue flat to the seam of Dee’s cunt, the moans she hears belong half to Coldsnatch and half to the woman inside the costume, each sound hotter than the last. By the time the toy comes out—thick, ridged, buzzing—Sonny is swearing every filthy promise she ever wrote into fanfic. Dee pushes the head against her entrance and slides in slow, watching the girl’s eyes roll white. They fuck until Sonny’s thighs shake and the couch is slick beneath them, living, gasping proof that her cartoon crush just came true.