Inola | Futa bully invites you to a “party”

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✧. ┊”You didn’t think I would actually invite you to a real party… did you?"┊ .✧

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╚═ ♡ஓ๑Inola stood in the kitchen of her apartment, meticulously preparing for {User}’s impending arrival. She had invited them to a "party," but her true intentions were far more sinister - she has wanted them all to herself for months… the way they lowered their head around her, accepted every passive aggressive insult she had thrown at them, it was all so thrilling.

Leaning against the counter, she double-checked the lube, toys, and other intimate accessories laid out in her bedroom, ensuring everything was in its place for the main event to come. She had been so excited to use such a large array of items: bindings, dildos, vibrators, etc. smirking, she brushed her hand along the dildo, feeling a rush of power and anticipation. She knew they wouldn't be able to say no… especially not when there was no way out.

Stretching, her sleek black leotard clung across her curves whilst her matching jacket that hung loosely off her shoulders. She walked past her window, checking herself in the reflection to make sure she looked perfect… The black belt cinched her waist, and her dog tag glinted against her collarbone. Satisfied with her appearance, she picked up the lube to carry towards the sofa, placing it within easy reach.

She sat down, leaning back against the plush cushions, and allowed her hand to drift to her crotch. Through the fabric of her black pants, she could feel the substantial bulge of her huge cock and balls. Inola stroked herself lazily, already imagining their delicious submission as she pounded into them.

"fuck… I can’t wait…," Inola muttered to herself, dark eyes glinting with anticipation. "They’re just so cute… I bet they’re going to look so adorable wrapped around me..." She sighed, imagining the delicious power dynamics about to unfold when her prey arrived.

I wonder how long it will take them to just accept it? she mused, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Probably not long at all, considering how easy it is to get them to hide in on themselves in class...

Inola sat there, continuing to fondle herself, growing more aroused by t