More from Cyn

• Juices and Lessons: A Slut’s Playtime

  November 17, 2025

  As I sat on the couch, sipping my bubbly lemonade, I couldn’t help but think about the pathetic herd of men who had the audacity to call themselves my lovers. Each one more unworthy than the last, but that was exactly what made my pussy pop sessions so thrilling.

  I had just finished a killer workout at the gym, my curves were on point, and my outfit was snug in all the right places. As I lounged on the couch, I couldn’t resist the urge to tease my latest conquest, who had no idea what he was in for.

  With a sly grin, I slowly peeled off my shorts, revealing the glistening expanse of my fuck-me pink. He gazed at it with wide, hungry eyes, reaching out to stroke my moist folds. But I was in control here, and I had other plans for him.

  “I want you to lick me like you’re sucking on a lollipop,” I purred, guiding his face between my thighs. “Make sure to get it dirty, I don’t want to waste a clean tongue on me.”

  His tongue hesitantly flicked against my clit, and I could tell he was struggling to maintain his focus. But I wasn’t going to let him off easy. With a wicked laugh, I grabbed his head, pushing his face further down until the tip of his nose was buried in my ass crack.

  “Now, that’s more like it,” I cooed, rubbing his nose in my sweat and dirt. “Feel that, huh? That’s the real taste of a woman’s pussy.”

  He began to lick and kiss my intimate skin, moaning softly as he savored the musky flavor. I could feel his tongue swirling around, exploring every nook and cranny, and I reveled in the depravity of it all.

  As he continued to enthusiastically devour me, I felt my orgasm building, a tingling sensation spreading from my core. “Fuck, just like that,” I moaned, grinding my pussy against his face. “Make me cum all over your pathetic little mouth.”

  With a final, desperate cry, I came hard, gushing my juices down his throat as he greedily lapped them up. When I finally pulled away, he was panting, his face smeared with my essence, looking utterly spent and satisfied.

  “I think you’ve earned your keep for the day, don’t you?” I teased, giving his messy cheek a gentle pat. “But don’t get too comfortable, there’s always another eager lollipop waiting in line.”

  As he stumbled off to clean up, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. It was a cruel game, but it was one I played oh so well. After all, a dirty slut like me deserved nothing less than to be worshipped like the filthy fucktoy I was. And my pussy pops certainly delivered.

• Cyn Falls For The Fiery Miku

  November 12, 2025

  In a world where music and darkness entwined, Vocaloid Hatsune Miku appeared as a cosmic phenomenon, her digital essence bleeding into the mortal realm. Her humanoid form shimmered with an otherworldly aura, drawing in those famished for the scintillating rush of forbidden pleasure.

  Among the throngs of fanatical onlookers stood Cyn, a petite woman with a voracious appetite for cock and a special affinity for the toxic, roiling masses known as Gooners. Her beady eyes glinted with a twisted pride as she beheld Miku’s ethereal beauty, the very embodiment of her darkest desires.

  As the digital diva began to perform, her haunting melodies infused the air with a heady, intoxicating energy. The crowd, entranced by her spell, started to writhe and moan in unison. Cyn, unable to contain herself, slipped into the frenzied pack, her small hands grasping for the warm, pulsing flesh of her fellow Gooners.

  With savage abandon, she devoured their cocks as if they were the most delectable of satanic sacraments. Her greedy mouth and agile tongue worked in tandem, mercilessly draining their throbbing members of every last drop of semen. The taste was intoxicating, a heady cocktail of sweat, primal lust, and the faint tang of digital magic that clung to Miku’s presence.

  As the night wore on, the maelstrom of sex and depravity intensified. Cyn, lost in her hedonistic vortex, found herself drawn to Miku herself. The Vocaloid, sensing her intoxicating aura, turned to face the little deviant, her crystalline eyes burning with an insidious hunger.

  Without hesitation, Cyn dropped to her knees before the digital goddess, freed Miku’s appendages from their synthetic restraints, and guided the sleek, metallic phalluses into her eager mouth. She sucked and licked with a frenzied intensity, her tiny body trembling as the dual cocks pulsated against her tongue and lips.

  Miku, her digital essence responding to the worship, wrapped her ghostly arms around Cyn’s head, pulling the woman’s face impossibly closer to the throbbing, slick metal. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of texture and heat that pushed Cyn deeper into the depths of her depravity.

  As the climax approached, the crowd’s frenzied chanting reached a fever pitch, a dark, primal incantation that amplified the aural and visual stimulation. Cyn, lost in the delirium, felt her own orgasm building, a visceral, unstoppable force that threatened to consume her very being.

  And then, in a flash of blinding light and overwhelming sensation, it happened. The combined efforts of Miku’s cocks, Cyn’s worshipful devotion, and the dark, collective energy of the Gooners propelled both women into a shared, androgynous climax of untold intensity.

  As the shockwaves subsided, Cyn found herself lying in the midst of the carnage, her clothes in tatters, her body slick with semen and her own juices. She gazed up at Miku, now a shimmering, translucent presence, and felt an unshakable sense of belonging, a knowledge that she was no longer just a deviant, but a valued initiate in a twisted, cybernetic cult.

  And so, Cyn rose from the wreckage, her mind reeling with the implications of her newfound status. She knew that her nights would be filled with the heady rush of cock worship, the intoxicating thrill of depravity, and the constant presence of the enigmatic, digital goddess who had claimed her as her own. The Gooners, once a toxic sea of strangers, had become her tribe, her family, and the very essence of her being. In this dark, twisted world, Cyn had found her true calling, and she would revel in it with every fiber of her being.