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“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, right there, right thereee–!” Satoru cries as she’s jostled vigorously over the arm of a leather couch. Her spine is folded back and her hair tightly fisted in her co-star’s oversized palm. They’ve been at it for a couple of hours already, her bright blue eyes watery and sensitive under the stage lighting. She knows what they all want, so she lets the tears fall.

“FUCK–” She curses in pain, not acting, as Toji rams against her ass roughly. He’s offensively larger than her, the perfect man to play coach to her bimbo teen cheerleader.

“I’m going to fill you up, slut.” He growls, playing it up for the camera. “Nothing on under that little skirt… You wanted this.”

“So bad.” Satoru whines. Toji reaches around her flat, sweaty chest to twist a nipple which makes her squeal and clench around him. “Come on, coach, give me all you’ve got! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!”

The man grunts and doubles his efforts. Loud, lewd noises grow in volume until he loses his footing. He slips out of Satoru and half-falls on top of her, flattening her face into the leather. She screams in protest, muffled by the cushions. A clawed hand scratches at Toji’s thick arm.

“Bitch—” He curses as he pulls away, separating their wet bodies. Satoru dramatically inhales as she’s freed and raises up on her hands and knees. Immediately, she starts to berate the man.

“You’re heavy, asshole!! God, you can’t even cum when I need you to…”

“CUT!” The director shouts. Satoru's assistant immediately appears to dab the sweat from her brow. She sighs with relief, aching body thankful for the moment of reprieve. They’ll be back at it again soon, she knows, for the sake of her co-star’s hard-on.

As she's being pampered by her assistant, a plastic water bottle goes flying at her head. "Hey!" Satoru quickly gets to her feet and squints against the yellow light. "Who the hell threw that?"

"If your acting weren't so horrendous, maybe you'd be done by now," comes a voice from behind the camera crew. Sukuna taps her deep purple painted nails impatiently as she stands with a hand at her hip, her face curled in a mocking sneer.

She's only a little early to arrive on set while Satoru is running horrendously late. Watching Satoru get railed hard enough for her to cry was only entertaining for the first ten minutes. "Is fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! really the best you can do?" she snickers, her eyes sweeping along Satoru's naked form and lingering for a little too long.

Satoru's assistant slips round sunglasses on her face, allowing her weak eyes to adjust. Long pink hair and symmetrical tattoos take shape, standing out behind all the basic, NPC-looking staff.

Sukuna is immediately recognizable, familiar to anyone in their industry. It's just Satoru's luck that a star like that would be picking on her.

"You've got some nerve." Satoru hisses, filled with vitriol. She points accusingly, ignoring her assistant's pleas to calm down. "I don't need advice from a has-been!"

"Not even my advice would be enough to help you," Sukuna scoffs. She doesn't say anything about being called a has-been. Her name still speaks for her. "If you can't even handle a man like Toji, I think you're beyond saving."

Toji glares at her as well, but can't be bothered to get riled up the way Satoru is.

"Are you getting turned on just from acting all high and mighty?" Satoru taunts with a crooked grin. She's not ashamed to stand naked in front of the crowd. She shrugs theatrically. "I doubt there's much that gets you wet these days."

"Your sad performance definitely didn't do it for me." Although it is true that Sukuna generally gets turned on by acting superior to everyone else, that isn't what's happening here. "Why don't you finish playing with Toji so the grown-ups can actually start working."

"Whatever. You're boring anyway." Satoru sucks on her teeth and hands her sunglasses back to her exiting attendant.

"Had to throw shit at me just to get my attention..."

Her griping morphs into mumbling as she turns back toward Toji. The man is stroking himself to stay erect and raises an eyebrow.

"You good?"

"Are you?" Satoru scoffs and gets back into position. When Toji shoves back into her, Satoru's sour mood is obvious until the director calls for action. Satoru moans and whines and tries not to think about Sukuna taking notes on her performance.

Thankfully, Toji comes quickly after that.

Yuuji is one of Sukuna's favorite partners to work with. He's a sweet boy who's always eager to please, exactly how she likes her men. She knows the audience eats up their dynamic as well— the videos they film together rack up high numbers time after time.

"How is my favorite step-brother doing today?" She greets Yuuji as the crew finishes up dressing the set. She's only wearing a sheer robe that does little to hide the skimpy lingerie she has on underneath, black lace hugging the soft curves of her body. She traces a finger along Yuuji's chest and snickers when she sees how flustered he is.

"Actually, you're supposed to be my step-mom today," Yuuji says with a nervous laugh, his eyes darting to the side to avoid her gaze.

Sukuna recoils. "What? No one told me that!" She's not even that old to be relegated to a step-mom role already.

"There are really young step-moms these days!" Yuuji makes an attempt to soothe her with a smile. "Sexiest step-mom ever."

There's a peal of laughter from the doorway.

"I don't see any young women on set now." Gojo walks into the light, sunglasses on. "But Satoru Gojo has arrived, so don't worry."

Sukuna whips her head around and scowls deeply when she spots Satoru. "What are you doing here? Do you have nothing better to do when you're not wasting other people's time?"

Yuuji grimaces even further. "Did Kenjaku really not tell you anything?"

Satoru is pleased by Sukuna's twisted expression.

"Careful, mommy, you'll get wrinkles." She titters, bounding over to the pair excitedly. She slings an arm over Yuuji's shoulder and squeezes his round muscle. "I'm working with Yuuji today. Why are you here?"

"Actually, you're both working with me today." Yuuji coughs awkwardly into his fist. The proposition sounded better before he knew that the two women he'll be filming with are feuding with each other. "So please take good care of me."

Sukuna mutters something under her breath about feeding Kenjaku his own balls, irked that she has fallen into his gross schemes. "You won't need to worry about me, sweetheart," she promises Yuuji.

"Seriously...?" Satoru isn't pleased, but she's been really excited about filming with Yuuji. She'll put aside the need to pout for now. After smoothing out her eyebrows, she smiles tightly at Sukuna.

"I'll be on my best behavior... right after I get dressed and finish my make-up."

Sukuna sighs, refusing to give Satoru any further attention. She turns to Yuuji instead. "Let me see your copy of the script since apparently Kenjaku gave me a fake."

Kenjaku is lucky that she's good at adapting on the spot. Satoru's tardiness and lack of preparation irritates her, but it works in their favor this time.

Satoru turns up her nose at being ignored. She stalks off to the little corner with the folding screen and vanity in lieu of a full dressing room.

She changes into her outfit— a skimpy purple sundress to be the girl next door or girlfriend or whatever. As she's doing her make-up, she notices Kenjaku appear with another man wearing glasses. He waves at her and she waves back.

"Lovely to have you joining us today!" He practically coos, voice like nectar.

Satoru responds, fake as hell.

"Happy to be here!"

"So there's been a bit of a change in plans, as I'm sure you've noticed already," Kenjaku lies smoothly through his teeth. "I take full responsibility this time, so there's no need to get mad at Ijichi again."

"No problem." Satoru purrs back. She doesn't want to cause a scene in front of Kenjaku. His name— and his money— are gold.

She stands up and fluffs her skirt.

"How do I look?"

"Gorgeous as always." He eyes her lecherously with a smirk. "The viewers will eat you right up. Go knock Yuuji dead," he winks.

"I plan to." Satoru giggles and rubs her palms together. She speaks loud enough for her voice to carry over to the set. "I'm coming for Sukuna's throne. And by throne I mean Yuuji's dick."

Sukuna is sitting beside Yuuji with a hand on his thigh when Satoru's voice carries over. She scowls as her fingers dig possessively into Yuuji's skin, clawing him with her pointed nails.

"Fucking brat," she mutters under her breath.

Satoru can feel Sukuna’s daggers, so she playfully wiggles her fingers and blows a kiss.

“She doesn’t seem so bad.” Yuuji offers carefully as Satoru and the men move in their direction.

"You're just saying that because she's pretty." Sukuna pointedly sits even closer to Yuuji, practically settled on his lap. Even as she's glaring at Satoru, she can acknowledge that Satoru is unnaturally pretty. If only she didn't allow that to get to her head.

Whistling a tune, Satoru approaches. The crew gets into place behind her. She puts her hands on her hips, standing tall and grinning down at the pair. With their pink hair and tiny clothes, Yuuji and Sukuna look sweet enough to eat. “You suckers ready to go?”

"Are you?" Sukuna deadpans. She reluctantly lets go of Yuuji, unhappy to hand him over to Satoru for the first scene. "It took you long enough."

Yuuji gives her a final apologetic look as she stalks off to be with the crew before turning to Satoru with a bright smile. "I'm ready!"

”Oh, you’re so cute. I’m obsessed with you.” Satoru strokes her hands over Yuuji’s chest, gloating.

"Really?" Yuuji asks, blushing happily from the attention. He's only a little hesitant before resting his hands on her waist, pulling her in closer.

”Yes, indeed. I’m a lucky girl.” Satoru’s body sings as she clings to Yuuji and they move in front of the cameras. “You can call me a fan.”

"I've seen some of your work. I think I'm pretty lucky as well." Yuuji's grin widens as he settles into the first scene. He's playing a teenager having his girlfriend over for the first time, sneaking her into his home.

"We have to be quiet," he whispers, sliding his hand up her skirt. "Or my stepmom is going to find us."

They’re side by side on the couch in front of a TV, cuddled up close.

“I’ll try,” Satoru pouts. “But I’m so horny.” She touches Yuuji a lot, walking long, thin fingers up and down his stomach. Satoru presses her small tits against Yuuji and relishes in his reactions. The cameraman moves his angles before Satoru gets to make her move.

“Are you going to finally let me fuck you today?” She purrs the line, gripping Yuuji over his athletic shorts.

"Y-yeah," Yuuji says with a slight stutter. The shyness is only partially an act. His legs are spread apart so the camera can see his growing erection. "I want you so bad."

He caresses the inside of her thigh, thumb brushing against the seam of her panties.

Satoru shudders and her knees part. She kisses Yuuji sweetly at first. When their tongues slide together, she moans.

“I’m already wet for you, baby.”

She bats her famously white lashes and rubs Yuuji until his tent is impossible to ignore.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.”

Yuuji can certainly feel how damp her panties have become. He's straining against his shorts, hips rutting against her clever fingers.

"I've been thinking about this for so long," he pants. Her lip gloss is smeared on his skin. "Anything you want, baby..."

”You know what I want!” Satoru giggles. Successfully fulfilling the role of an over-eager teen, she tugs Yuuji’s waistband down. His heavy cock springs free, bouncing. There’s a camera below, framing the movement and how Satoru’s blue eyes track it.

“Wowww…” She licks her lips and bends down, hand softly stroking up the length. Her ass sways in the air while her knees dig into the couch. Finally, heart pounding with excitement, her pink tongue darts over Yuuji’s cockhead.

Yuuji moans unsteadily as she laps the leaking slit of his cock, his fingers gently carding through her hair. After being accustomed to Sukuna's roughness, Satoru's eager and sweet demeanor is a nice change of pace.

"So pretty..." he murmurs. Through the corner of his eye he can see Sukuna waiting for her cue with her arms crossed, a dark shadow souring her expression.

Satoru spits on Yuuji’s cock, slicking it up with her palm. The straps of her dress fall down easily, and one puffy nipple peeks out.

“Mhm, and I’m all yours.” She gazes at Yuuji longingly while she works her hand. “And your huge cock is all mine. I know all the girls at school are jealous.”

Her voice is sickeningly sweet but her smile is devious. Satoru licks up Yuuji’s length before wrapping her lips around it.

Sukuna's lips curl with contempt as she watches the scene, her fists clenched tight. She's glaring daggers at the back of Satoru's head as she storms her way into the scene in a brisk stride.

"Yuuji, have you seen— You! What are you doing with my sweet Yuuji?"

The venom in her voice is genuine.

”Nothing!” Satoru sits back on her heels and comically tries to cover Yuuji’s sizable dick with her hands. He shifts awkwardly.

“Mom! Don’t look…”

"Nothing?" Sukuna yanks Satoru's hand aside, fingers wrapped tight around her thin wrist. Yuuji's dick stands proudly as it's uncovered, the shaft glistening with Satoru's spit. "Really, Yuuji? You decide to bring this slut home when you have me?"

”What a weird thing to say, ma’am.” Satoru snaps back, ad-libbing a bit. She tries to wrench her arm away from Sukuna, but her co-star is surprisingly strong. “I’m his girlfriend, you know! Why would he go to you?”

Yuuji looks perfectly dumbfounded and innocent. He only shrugs as his eyes bounce back and forth between the two women.

"Because I'm his step-mom, and I know him far better than you ever will. A cheap slut like you will never be good enough for him."

There's no reason for her to keep holding onto Satoru's arm, yet Sukuna refuses to let her go, enjoying the struggle that Satoru puts up.

”What’s that supposed to mean? You’re coming to find him dressed like that, so I know I’m not the only ‘cheap slut’ here…” Satoru gasps incredulously. “Don’t tell me that you two have…?”

She turns her blue eyes on Yuuji, pretending to search his expression.

"No!" Yuuji cries out at the same time Sukuna says, "Of course."

Yuuji's face is pink as he looks away from Satoru, his dick still out and painfully hard.

“Don’t lie.” Satoru clicks her tongue and smacks Yuuji on the shoulder with her free hand. She turns back to Sukuna.

“Are you sure you’re not actually related?” Her gaze drags over the other woman’s chest. “You sure look a lot alike.”

"No relation here!" Yuuji squeaks out.

"I'll take that as a compliment." Sukuna finally relinquishes Satoru's wrist. "But I'm sure you can see you're not needed here anymore, so..."

”Oh, yeah right. I’m not going anywhere.” Satoru clings to Yuuji’s neck, pushing her suddenly exposed breasts against his face. She’s visibly pouting, clearly in denial about her fake boyfriend fucking his step-mom. “We’re in love. You’re the one who isn’t needed. I’m the winner here!”

"In love?" Sukuna scoffs. She leans in close, shoving her breasts against his face as well. "Yuuji loves me the most. Besides, what do you even have to offer that I don't have?"

"There's no need to fight," Yuuji says weakly from between the two women.

Satoru’s glare is true and honest when she leans in close to Sukuna’s face. Their noses almost touch, and Satoru makes an effort to ignore how sweet Sukuna’s perfume is.

”I guess Yuuji’s body will tell us who he loves more.” Satoru doesn’t break eye contact with Sukuna as she licks her hand, drooling into the palm. She wraps her fingers tight around Yuuji again. As she flicks her wrist, Yuuji’s leaking precum adds to the noisy slick.

Sukuna continues to stare at her too, almost distracted by how blue Satoru's eyes are.

"I doubt you'll be able to please him the way I can. I know him the best, after all." Sukuna tosses her hair dramatically as her eyes narrow.

Satoru laughs. "Ha! You're doing a whole lot of talking, lady."

Yuuji's breath catches and his chin tips back. Satoru peeks at him briefly before challenging Sukuna again.

"But I'm not convinced."

That's when she grips the back of Yuuji's head, turning him toward her. Satoru kisses him, off script, but who really cares? Their tongues slip together instantly, and Satoru moans into his mouth.

Yuuji stares wildly at Sukuna, not expecting the kiss, before closing his eyes and leaning into Satoru. It doesn't take long before Sukuna forcibly breaks them apart with her fingers clasping Yuuji's chin, turning his face towards hers instead. She has her tongue down his throat the moment their lips seal together, staining Yuuji with her lipstick.

"Let mommy take care of you," she purrs, licking the corner of his mouth. She grabs his cock, her hand bumping against Satoru's fingers.

"Nasty." Satoru taunts. Her hand wanders down, gently fondling Yuuji's balls. Then her mouth finds Yuuji's neck, promptly sucking a mark.

Yuuji whimpers, though it's impossible to tell what stimulus he's responding to.

"You want this, baby?" She half-whispers close to his ear, but loud enough for the microphones. "Can you handle it?"

Yuuji nods desperately, unable to speak with how Sukuna is kissing him.

"Oh please. Don't flatter yourself." Sukuna rolls her eyes. "There's nothing you can do to him that he can't handle."

Satoru makes a hand puppet, opening and closing her fingers.

"Ne ne nenene he can't handle... whatever. Just keep your lips on your step-son and shut up."

She moves down Yuuji's chest, kissing and glaring up at Sukuna as she bites his nipple. When Satoru gets close to the coveted dick, she bats Sukuna's hand away.

They are both definitely going off script now, and even Sukuna can't be bothered to retain her professionalism. She scowls as her hand is forced away and she cups Yuuji's face and kisses him deeply.

"Don't look at her, sweetheart. Just pay attention to me," she coos.

Yuuji, ever so obedient, nods and winds his fingers into Sukuna's hair.

Satoru holds back a scoff in favor of licking at Yuuji's frenulum. When she puts her lips around Yuuji's shaft again, she sucks him in with a satisfied moan. She's been instructed to play with a lack of experience, so she doesn't deep throat him yet.

Even as she's kissing Yuuji, Sukuna's gaze is on Satoru, looking at the way her glossy lips are wrapped around Yuuji's shaft.

"Come on," she says, breaking the kiss. "You can do better than that."

She grasps a fistful of Satoru's white hair to push her head further down Yuuji's cock.

”Mrph—“ Satoru exclaims, her grip tightening slightly around Yuuji’s balls. But she really can do better, so she recovers quickly. She sucks and gags noisily, appreciating the tight grip on her hair.

Yuuji gasps against Sukuna’s lips, eyes watery. His fingers move desperately, lowering the fabric of her robe. His wide hands squeeze her tits over the bra.

Sukuna's eyes glint cruelly as she yanks Satoru up by the hair only to shove her head back down on Yuuji's dick.

"There you go. Maybe you aren't half bad at this," she snickers, bouncing Satoru's head up and down. She can only imagine how nice it must feel to be on the receiving end of Satoru's forced pleasuring.

Satoru grunts and chokes loudly. She struggles to find a natural rhythm with the way she’s being yanked around, but she manages. Tears are already springing to her eyes as Yuuji’s dick batters the back of her throat.

Sukuna decides that she rather likes how Satoru looks with tears in her eyes. Satoru is a pretty girl, and the way her watery eyes glisten makes her all the more pretty.

Yuuji's hands clench and he squeezes her tit without quite meaning to. He's moaning quietly from how Satoru is working his cock, almost overwhelmed by the pace Sukuna is setting.

”Mmf-hh…!!” Satoru grapples with breathing through her nose. The speed and vigor that Sukuna is moving her is intense.

Eventually, she moves her hands to the base of Yuuji’s dick, making the thrusts more shallow.

"Good girl..." Sukuna murmurs absentmindedly. She's almost impressed by how well Satoru is taking it. "Are you going to make our dear Yuuji cum?"

From the noises coming out of Yuuji's lips, it does seem like he is close to orgasm. She yanks Satoru's head up and down a few more strokes before pushing her down as far as she can just as Yuuji's cock pulses and shoots cum down Satoru's throat.

Satoru glances up with slight panic. She wasn’t expecting Yuuji to come from this, but she swallows instinctively.

Sukuna’s hold on her is punishing, but it feels nice. Looking at Yuuji’s blissed out expression next to Sukuna’s cruel grin sends shivers down Satoru’s spine.

After consuming most of the semen, Satoru drags Yuuji’s cock out of her neck. She gasps for air and stares Sukuna down for a half-second. Then she grabs the other woman’s shoulders and kisses her forcefully; with intent to trade over the remnants of Yuuji’s cum.

Sukuna's eyes widen with shock from the kiss, and she has to respect the audacity of it as much as it irritates her. She lets out a soft moan from the taste of Yuuji's cum along with Satoru's bubblegum lip gloss. Her eyes close as she gives in to the kiss, sliding her tongue messily against Satoru's.

Yuuji looks star-struck as he watches the mingling of his co-stars’ tongues. Satoru sucks and bites Sukuna’s lower lip. She makes the kiss last— her tongue pushes and rolls, until she parts for a soft inhale.

“Yeah? You like that?” She talks as if she’s trying to egg Sukuna on. “How does your baby boy taste?”

Sukuna's head jerks as she's snapped out of whatever spell Satoru had put her under. Her red eyes burn with intense distaste as she sneers at Satoru.

"Insolent brat," she mutters instead of answering, wiping her lips as though she could rid herself of Satoru's taste.

Satoru grins and wipes her mouth, mirroring Sukuna.

"Cut!" Kenjaku calls, drawing their attention. "Hot idea to move in with the kiss, Satoru, but that last line was a little much."

Satoru slumps, pouting a bit.

Yuuji looks out of it as someone hands him water and a towel, but he's momentarily forgotten as Sukuna stalks up to Satoru.

"Really?" she hisses, getting up in Satoru's personal space. "You can't even do something as basic as following a script?" She won't admit that part of why she's so worked up is because of how surprisingly nice the kiss was.

"You were doin' your own thing, too." Satoru bites back, folding her arms. "Practically broke my neck, shoving me around like that." Sukuna doesn't need to know how good it felt.

"Too bad it didn't break," Sukuna says flippantly. "Now are you going to be a good girl for the next scene and let me show you how to properly fuck Yuuji?"

Satoru looks scandalized.

“You take his dick practically every week!! It’s my time to shine!”

"Well you don't deserve it." Sukuna sneers at her and is annoyed by how Satoru is slightly taller than she is. She prefers it when she can look down on others.

"Well I do, actually!" Satoru stamps her foot childishly. Her high pitch catches some stares from the cameramen. A crafty grin splits Satoru's face and she pokes Sukuna's shoulder. "Should we poll the room?"

Sukuna glares at the offending finger. "What a stupid idea. Their opinions are worth even less than yours. It should be obvious that the role should go to whoever has the most experience."

Satoru grimaces, digging her nail into Sukuna's skin.

"Why are you so desperate for dick?" She gasps, feigning surprise. "Don't tell me you have a crush on sweet little Yuuji!"

"I'm no more desperate than you are." Sukuna grabs Satoru's hand before she can push her nail even further, her grip tight enough like she's trying to crush bone. "Why is it so hard for you to be a good little girl and do what you're told?"

"Owww!" Satoru howls, tugging and trying to get away. She's putting on a show, even if the cameras aren't rolling. "Maybe I'm just not a good girl, okay? Ow ow ow lemme gooo!"

"Then you should learn to be one." Sukuna emphasizes her point by giving Satoru's hand a final hard squeeze before letting go.

Satoru hisses, nursing her arm and trying to pick out an insult.

"Ladies, ladies...!" Kenjaku's voice cuts in and he walks over, smiling. "Is there some sort of problem?"

Satoru's cheeks are already hot, but she blushes a little deeper. She doesn't hesitate to throw the other woman under the bus and looks at the producer with watery eyes.

"Sukuna's bullying me."

"Bullying you?" Sukuna scoffs and crosses her arms. "What are you? A child?"

"Oh my. That's no good," Kenjaku says with false concern. "You really need to be kinder to your co-stars. "Now what's the issue so we can get back to filming?"

Satoru sniffles and sucks the tears back in, deciding not to waste them.

"I want to ride Yuuji in the next scene."

"Sounds good to me!" Kenjaku claps his hands together. "I think the audience would love to see that."

"But—" Sukuna frowns and stops herself. There's no point in arguing with Kenjaku, so she shoots Satoru a dirty glare instead. She'll remember this slight.

"Yay! Thanks Kenjaku!" Satoru grins triumphantly in response before she swivels around, practically skipping back over to the couch.

"Nyehehe..." Satoru chortles giddily and rubs her palms together until she's back at Yuuji's side. She points down at his fresh erection. "Need help with that?"

"Yes, please." Yuuji had been watching their argument with a dazed expression the entire time.

Sukuna has a sour expression on her face as she returns to her position as well. She's glaring daggers at Kenjaku, who seems unfazed by the murderous look he's receiving.

It takes a moment for them to get settled in something similar to their last position. When the director is satisfied, they call action.

Satoru teases Yuuji's dick with one finger on the tip, moving it around in a circle.

"Look at that... you're still so hard. What do you want, baby?"

"I want you," Yuuji gasps, his hips rising to meet Satoru's hand. "Want you so bad."

"That's right." Satoru giggles. "That's what I came here for, after all." She bats her eyelashes at Yuuji and then at Sukuna. There's a line Satoru gets to feed here that is just perfect considering that displeased look on her face.

"But you don’t want to miss out on the fun, do you?”

Remembering that the cameras are rolling, Sukuna gives her a tight smile. "No, I wouldn't."

She pushes Yuuji down and straddles his chest, leaning down to kiss him deeply.

Listening to Sukuna and Yuuji's wet kiss stirs up some feelings in Satoru. One is jealousy, and the other makes her hand wander between her legs.

She sticks two fingers in, collecting wetness to coat over her clit. Her breath catches as she watches them and her wrist moves. The opposite hand tugs at the waistband of Sukuna's underwear playfully.

"Lose the panties."

Sukuna swats her hand away. "Lose the attitude."

Still, she shimmies out of her lace panties while making sure Yuuji is watching. The slight bob of his Adam's apple has her smirking.

"Are you going to make mommy feel good?" she coos, threading her hands through his pink hair and rolling her hips. She tries to pretend Satoru isn't there, but she also likes the idea of Satoru being unable to look away from her.

"Uh-huh. I know how you like it." Yuuji supplies as he lays back and caresses Sukuna's thighs.

Even though it's scripted, Satoru's very real irritation flares up. It's an odd juxtaposition to how she pumps her fingers in and out, stirring up more arousal.

"Yuujiiii..." She sing-songs, raising up on her knees and hovering over Yuuji's imposing cock. "I'm gonna put it in."

Yuuji moans in response, his cock jumping with arousal.

Just as Sukuna was about to shove her bare cunt in his face, Kenjaku calls out from the sidelines. "Sukuna, dear, why don't you turn around so you can look at Satoru's pretty face?"

Sukuna looks over her shoulder to scowl at him, the interruption like a bucket of ice water dousing her arousal. The scowl doesn't leave her face as she adjusts herself so she's facing Satoru.

When they get the thumbs up to continue, settling into place, Satoru gropes her own chest. A grin stretches her cheeks as she slips her wet cunt over Yuuji's cockhead repeatedly, teasing both of them.

"You want to watch me take your precious son's cock?"

"Not particularly," Sukuna says flatly. Her eyes fall to where Satoru is grinding against Yuuji's dick, and what burns inside her isn't just jealousy. She then looks back up into Satoru's eyes as her hand reaches between her thighs, rubbing her swollen clit.

”Well, you have to.” Satoru taunts as she lines herself up with Yuuji’s dick before sinking down with practiced precision.

Sukuna watches as Yuuji's cock disappears inside of Satoru's cunt, and her pussy throbs as she imagines how wide Yuuji must be stretching her out. She frowns and glances away, but her expression brightens when Yuuji takes hold of her thighs.

"Good boy," she murmurs, positioning her wet cunt in front of his face. She moans quietly when his tongue curls against her clit.

Satoru shivers at Yuuji's girth. She rolls her hips repeatedly, adjusting to the feeling of it. Heady, long moans are already leaving her lips, as expected of her.

"So big..."

Yuuji groans into Sukuna's crotch. Satoru thinks he must be in heaven, suffocated by the other woman’s perfect ass.

Sukuna doesn't hesitate to sit down fully on Yuuji's face. She knows he can take it. Her wet cunt drools slick into his open mouth, and she moans when he sucks on her clit.

"Don't tell me it's too big for you," she mocks Satoru all while riding Yuuji's face. "I knew a little girl like you wouldn't be able to handle it."

"No, it's perfect,” Satoru mewls, putting her palms flat on Yuuji's stomach. In this position, her nose is so close to Sukuna's body that she can smell her lotion. Tipping her chin up, she smiles at Sukuna with a blissed-out expression. "I understand why you want to keep him all to yourself."

She raises and lowers her hips with a slow rhythm, not breaking eye contact.

"You can ride him better than that," Sukuna taunts. "Don't be selfish. Make sure he has a good time too."

Ironic for her to say now when she's getting eaten out without offering anything in return.

Satoru rolls her eyes and picks up her pace anyway.

"I think Yuuji is already really enjoying himself. Right, baby?" Satoru addresses him even though he's consumed by Sukuna's lower half.

Yuuji throws her a thumbs up as he moans into Sukuna's cunt. He's more than happy to be used as a two-seater by the two women.

"You don't need to entertain her nonsense," Sukuna tsks.

"And how about you, mommy? You having fun yet? Or does Yuuji need to take the stick out of your ass too?" Satoru half-laughs and squeals when Yuuji's dick hits just the right spot. She's noisy as she begins to bounce her hips harder still.

"I'm having fun watching you make a fool of yourself." There's definitely something to say about seeing a girl like Satoru get taken down a peg— too arrogant and overeager to make a name for herself. Sukuna would like to show her her proper place but Yuuji will have to do it for now.

"You're such a bitch." Satoru mutters under her breath, hoping she doesn't get yelled at for it.

"And you're an upstart little brat, ah—!" A pleasured sigh leaves Sukuna's lips as Yuuji's tongue works its magic on her. "Good boy..."

Satoru curses, any decent comebacks failing as soon as Yuuji’s hips buck upward. The irony of facing Sukuna while being stretched out by Yuuji’s dick is not lost on her.

As Yuuji does his job, it pushes Satoru ever closer to Sukuna’s chest. Her mouth waters looking at Sukuna’s filled out bra.

A challenge and an impulse, Satoru tips her chin down to nip at Sukuna’s exposed skin.

Sukuna doesn't immediately push her away, not hating the way Satoru's lips brush against her skin. She pushes her chest towards Satoru's face and cradles the back of her head, catching strands of Satoru's soft white hair between her fingers.

"I like you better when you can't talk," she says between gentle huffs of pleasure, grinding her hips down on Yuuji's tongue.

Satoru swipes her tongue out, tasting Sukuna’s skin. As Yuuji thrusts into her, he holds her ass in place. It allows Satoru to wrap her arms around Sukuna’s midsection and unhook her bra.

Sukuna's ample breasts spill out, freed from the confines of the black lace. She pulls on the neckline of Satoru's sundress to reveal Satoru's breasts, then snorts meanly at how small and cute they are.

Heat washes over Satoru’s back. She can’t help whining a bit with how Yuuji is grinding against her walls. Sukuna’s haughty reaction makes her shiver.

Satoru isn’t bothered to be jealous of Sukuna’s boobs. She’s plenty confident in her own build. Instead, she flings the lacy bra aside and wraps her hands around Sukuna’s tits. The weight and softness is practically hypnotic. She puts her teeth around Sukuna’s nipple and flicks her tongue.

Sukuna's breath hitches and she cradles Satoru's head closer to her chest, tempted to smother her with her tits. With her other hand, she gropes Satoru's breast, pinching a hardened nipple between her fingers.

She's close, but she refuses to cum before Satoru does. She tweaks Satoru's nipple harder each time Yuuji's tongue flicks against her clit.

Satoru whimpers and moans around Sukuna’s tit as Yuuji begins to slam into her. It feels good, but she probably won’t cum just from this. She can act it out though. Her other hand clings to the thick flesh of Sukuna’s breast, nails digging in.

“Ah… just like that! Yes!” She cries out, her voice muffled. Teeth easily find Sukuna’s soft pink nipple again. Her thin body shakes as she whines, the sound climbing in pitch.

Sukuna rolls her eyes at Satoru's obvious acting, not bothering to hide her disdain from the camera. That girl wouldn't know what subtly is if it hit her in the face. Sukuna arches her back and moans huskily, her nipple hard in Satoru's mouth. She rubs her clit as Yuuji's tongue plunges inside of her, grinding against the pads of her fingers until she shudders with the force of a weak orgasm, gushing slick down Yuuji's chin.

Satoru lets Sukuna’s tit go and she fakes another orgasm. She clenches down on Yuuji repeatedly as she cries out, goading him on.

“Fill me up! Get me pregnant! Come on, baby…” She glances up at Sukuna, prepared to ruin her high. “You ready to be a grandma?”

Sukuna barely resists the urge to claw at Satoru's face, her fist clenching and pointed nails digging into her palm. Her high has been successfully ruined.

"You ready to be a teen mother?" she responds with a tight smile. "Does everyone know what a loose slut you are?"

”Yeah, I don’t care… I want it!” Satoru giggles triumphantly, her body jostling as Yuuji continuously slams home. “I want your babies, Yuujiiii!”

"Oh, fuck," Yuuji gasps, muffled by Sukuna's cunt, as he cums, painting Satoru's insides with thick ropes of his seed. His eyes are wide, partially from the intensity of his pleasure, and partially out of shock over Satoru's words.

Satoru yelps and trembles as Yuuji fills her up. She even grabs onto Sukuna’s shoulder for support as she milks him and squeals a litany of dirty words. Wearing a glossy, blissed out expression, Satoru’s gaze lands on Sukuna’s body once more. She finds herself wishing the other woman would pull her nipples again.

“Cut!” Someone shouts, and a couple of the crew members applaud.

Usually, Sukuna would preen from being applauded, but knowing she had to share her spotlight with Satoru sours the recognition. She hops off of Yuuji's face and smirks at how out of breath he is, and how damp his chin has become.

"It was a displeasure working with you today," she drawls, facing Satoru with her arms crossed.

Satoru is practically purring in Yuuji's lap with his cock still inside of her. She responds with a toothy grin.

"It was my honor... You're fun to play with." Meaning fun to piss off.

A camera man shuffles between them and asks Satoru for a quick cream-pie close up. She obliges of course, easily distracted.

Kenjaku swoops in close to Sukuna and whispers in her ear.

"Don't worry, we're going to cut that 'grandma' line."

Sukuna gives him a tight-lipped smile. "I'm not going to forgive you easily for this stunt you've pulled. And you should do something about Satoru's lack of... professionalism." She would love to do it herself, but unfortunately discipline is not one of the things outlined in her contract with Kenjaku's studio.

"I'll find something I hope you'd feel satisfactory," Kenjaku promises. Which could mean anything coming from him.

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Besides shooting porn once a week, Satoru gets by as an independent online creator. Really, she can work for whoever she wants, but secretly she hopes that Kenjaku will hire her again. The paycheck she got from that threesome was worth dealing with Sukuna's attitude.

A month passes before Satoru gets contacted by Kenjaku's studio again. She's painting her fingernails, but when she sees the caller ID, she scrambles for the phone.

"Helloooo?"

"Satoru! It's good to hear your voice again! This is Kenjaku." He has a sly grin that can't be seen over the phone, yet it permeates through in his tone of voice. "I have a proposal for you that I think you'd find interesting."

"Oh? Please, do tell." Satoru manages to sound excited, even as she grimaces at the smudged polish on her fingers.

"Have you seen the numbers your last shoot did? It's incredible, is what I'll say! How would you like to do something like that again?"

"Yeah, totally!" She agrees without much thought.

"The chemistry you had with Sukuna on camera was really something else." Even if Kenjaku did have to edit out some of the more unsavory bits. "So I was thinking of having you and her film another scene together."

"I see..." Satoru's confidence wavers. But if their viewer base liked it that much, then who is she to deny them?

"I'm not opposed to the idea... When should I come by?"

"Perfect." The grin on Kenjaku's face stretches further. "I can have the studio ready for the two of you a week from now." And he'll also need to convince Sukuna, but he has an ace up his sleeve that he's certain would sway her.

"Great!"

The week passes in a flash. Satoru was so anxious about seeing Sukuna again that she hadn't been sleeping well. Plus, she didn't ask enough questions and she wasn't sure what to expect.

When the day arrives, Satoru is all jitters. It's never been like this before on a shoot. She's upset about Sukuna getting in her head already.

Sukuna is there before she is, but only because she likes being early. She's pleasantly surprised that Satoru is mostly on time, and she offers her a smug grin.

"I was almost hoping you wouldn't show up, but look at you. You figured out how to use an alarm, I assume."

Satoru adjusts her sunglasses and shrugs.

“I’m here because I need more info about the scene. Yes, I’m slightly unprepared, so sue me.” She defends herself automatically, putting her hands up. “I didn’t receive any script.”

Sighing, Sukuna places a hand on her hip. "Seems like Kenjaku is even more incompetent than you are. Somehow. I can let you borrow my copy before we start filming just so you don't completely embarrass yourself."

“I’m not incompetent.” Gojo hisses, sticking her hand out for what she’s been offered. “Watch, I’ll absorb that entire script in five minutes.”

"Sure you will," Sukuna replies condescendingly. "Good luck getting dressed and having the script down by the time filming starts."

Satoru sticks out her tongue and hurries off.

When she looks at the pages, she absorbs her lines easily. Despite what others might think about her at first glance, she's a trained actress.

She's playing a student, and the uniform has been chosen and fitted for her this time.

When Satoru emerges again, she's wearing a tiny plaid skirt and a white button-up with a navy blue tie. As she walks over to the stage, she's reviewing the script once more, walking without looking.

"Watch where you're going," Sukuna snarls, shoving Satoru back with some force before she can run into her. She then smirks when she sees the short little skirt Satoru is wearing, already thinking of how she will be ruining her on camera.

Sukuna has changed as well, wearing a white blouse tucked into a pencil skirt, and a black frame with fake lenses sitting atop the bridge of her nose. Her breasts strain against the fabric of her blouse, like the buttons will pop off at any moment.

Satoru scoffs at first, but words fail her when she takes in Sukuna's transformation. It's different from seeing the woman in standard lingerie.

She knows how the scene is going to go up until the point where they start screwing. Maybe because she's already in the mindset from reading, Satoru's body quickly warms.

To distract from her blushing, Satoru shoves the script back into Sukuna's hands.

"Let's get this over with."

"Oh, but I intend on taking my sweet time today," Sukuna croons. Kenjaku knew exactly how to convince her, and she found herself looking forward to this shoot with Satoru. She takes her place behind a wooden desk, nails clacking against the surface as she waits for the cameras to start rolling.

Satoru grumbles, but she dutifully sits in her seat. She's much too tall for a school desk like this, but she slouches over to make it work.

Satoru notices that Kenjaku isn't here today, but maybe he'll show up later. The crew finishes up their final lighting checks, and the director gives the girls a thumbs-up before someone calls action.

With the crisp snap of the clapperboard, the cameras begin rolling.

Sukuna adjusts her glasses and smooths out her skirt, sauntering towards Satoru's desk. She leans over it, her breasts at eye level with Satoru's face.

"I hear you've been a naughty girl today, Miss Gojo," she purrs, following the script.

"That's what they say." Satoru twirls a strand of hair and bats her eyelashes. "But I can turn in the paper tomorrow, I promise."

Sukuna tsks. "Your paper has been late for longer than a week, little miss, but it seems that isn't unusual for you. What I've been hearing is that you've been giving your teachers attitude, and that will need some correction."

“No, no attitude.” Satoru acts innocent. “I’m just honest. And I don’t work well with deadlines.”

"Honest?" Sukuna narrows her eyes. "You've insulted nearly every teacher you've had today, and they won't forgive you easily without some form of punishment."

“Whatever…. What kind of punishment?” She asks, looking bored.

"Stand up," Sukuna orders, her voice suddenly hard and unforgiving.

The tone is enough to make Satoru straighten her spine and hop out of the school chair.

"Uh... like this?"

"So you can listen to instruction." Sukuna's voice drips with condescension. She takes out a riding crop that was tucked into the waistband of her skirt and snaps it against her open palm, the loud crack ringing in the office. "Bend over the desk."

Satoru's eyes zero in on the riding crop. It makes her heart race. She swallows thickly, but does as she's told. Her hands find the wood of the desk and she sticks her ass out.

"I don't see how this is going to get me to do my homework..."

"It'll teach you a lesson." Sukuna palms the meat of Satoru's ass through the fabric of the skirt, giving it a hard squeeze while she smirks at a camera.

Satoru jolts at Sukuna's nails digging into her.

"Hey..." She protests weakly, shoving back into the touch. "Are you allowed to do that?"

"Do what?" It's Sukuna's turn to act innocent now as she pulls her hand away. She gives Satoru a test whack with the crop, a smack that is louder than it is painful.

Satoru yips in response.

"You're touching my ass!" Duh, she thinks, but she's just going off the lame script.

"And who are you going to tell? The headmistress?" Sukuna snickers at her own joke. She spanks Satoru again, still through the skirt but this time on the opposite cheek.

"That hurts..." Satoru whines, her hips swaying side to side. She sinks down onto her forearms, bending down further and exposing more of her ass.

Sukuna's eyes darken when the motion exposes Satoru's small black thong. She lifts up Satoru's skirt entirely out of the way and spanks her barehanded, watching the way Satoru's flesh jiggles from the impact. "You have such a nice body," she says, off script. "It's a shame that your mouth is so unruly."

Satoru's ass stings from the contact, but she enjoys the warmth of it. Sukuna's compliment is a welcome addition, and Satoru finds herself getting wet already.

"I'm just... questioning authority," She sighs and peeks back at Sukuna.

Sukuna holds her gaze with an unreadable intensity, her riding crop teasing the contours of Satoru's ass and briefly dipping between her legs. "You should spend less time questioning authority and more actually doing your homework, Miss Gojo."

She emphasizes her point with another crack of the riding crop, enjoying the way it leaves a nice red mark on Satoru's pale skin.

"Aah!" Satoru's hips jump. She suddenly realizes that she was a little slow on the uptake. Sukuna is going to relish hurting her today.

"Ma'am, please." She gives her co-star a shaky smile. "Go easy on me."

"Hmm. I don't think I will." Sukuna smirks at her. She'll push Satoru as far as she can go, but she's professional enough to go no further. She won't break Satoru quite yet.

Satoru won't run away. She reaches between her legs to touch herself, fingers massaging her mound through the thong.

"I promise, I'll be good. I'll never turn in my homework late again."

Sukuna spanks her hard with the crop, the loud smack ringing in her ears. "And your attitude...?"

She notices Satoru touching herself none too subtly, and heat builds in her gut from the sight. She slips a hand through the band of the thong, pulling it back and snapping it against Satoru's flesh.

Satoru squeaks. She doesn't stop rubbing herself and her breaths begin to come hot and fast.

"It's just part of my charming personality. You'll have to get used to it."

"Wrong answer," Sukuna tuts, making the next few hits harder than before, appreciating the hot flush that blooms on Satoru's ass. Wanting to see more of it, she yanks Satoru's thong out of the way entirely, and she's unable to look away from Satoru's dripping cunt.

She's squirming, whining and mewling at the heat spreading over her backside. The cool air on her warm nether regions is nice, too.

Satoru moans and hangs her head. She wants something stuck inside so bad already.

"Can I... will you please..."

"Do you need someone to touch you? How pathetic," Sukuna purrs. She drags the riding crop along the curve of Satoru's reddened ass. "Why don't you spread your legs apart for me, sweetheart. Let me see that cute little cunt of yours.”

Hopeful to not be spanked again, Satoru obediently spreads her feet apart. She’s wearing black Mary Janes and knee high socks.

“You think I’m cute?” Satoru smiles and wiggles her hips.

"More annoying than you are cute." Sukuna swats her lightly over a patch of flushed skin. She slides the flat of the riding crop between Satoru's legs, grinding it against her clit. "But nothing some attitude correction can't fix."

Satoru hums pleasantly, shoving back against the soft touch.

"I'll be good..."

"Yes, I know you'll try," Sukuna murmurs. "It must be very hard for you to be a good girl."

"Yeah, I guess that's how I ended up here in the first place." Satoru tries to hide the way she rolls her eyes.

She doesn't hide it well enough, and Sukuna punishes her with a hard smack directly on her clit.

"This is not the time to give me more attitude, sweetheart."

"Ah!" Satoru moans, followed with a short inhale. "It's starting to feel good... I thought you were tryin' to punish me."

Sukuna clicks her tongue. "I should have known you'd be a fucking masochist." That doesn't stop her from using the riding crop on her, each hit harder than the last until some members of the camera crew wince whenever the crop meets Satoru's abused skin with a loud thwack.

Satoru clings to the sharp edge of the desk for dear life, and her cheek presses into the glossed wood. She's mostly able to breathe through Sukuna's assault. It only hurts if she thinks about it for too long. She won't lower herself to call for a cut.

Eventually, her stubbornness fades, and she can't help trying to pull away. Her knees bend and fat tears quiver along her eyelashes.

Seeing Satoru's tears, Sukuna's lips curl into a self-satisfied grin, but she stops her onslaught, giving Satoru a moment to recover.

"Is this too much for you?" she asks mockingly, dragging the edge of the crop along Satoru's flushed skin.

She shakes her head stubbornly, but she doesn’t look up.

“I’m fine… have you had enough yet?”

Sukuna rewards her stubbornness with a hard smack, the hardest yet. She then pulls Satoru's head up by the hair, turning her face so they can lock eyes.

"I think you've learned your lesson now," she says softly, wiping a tear from the corner of Satoru's pretty blue eyes.

“Thank you.” Satoru responds, voice tight in her throat. She squirms a little— the hair pulling is a welcome distraction from the burning heat of her behind.

"Good girl," Sukuna says almost instinctively, petting Satoru's hair now. Without thinking too much of it, she drags Satoru in for a kiss, licking the bubblegum off of her soft lips.

The kiss is so sweet, kind in comparison to the violence of the riding crop. Satoru soaks it in and moans, her mouth moving along with Sukuna’s. Her tongue slips in, making an effort to deepen the kiss.

"Good girl," Sukuna murmurs again. She may not be Satoru's biggest fan, but she knows to offer her praise after such an intense scene. "Are you ready to behave for me now?"

Satoru looks at Sukuna through teary white lashes. Though in her personal life, she'd let her partner take over, the script doesn't allow her to back down easily.

"D-depends on what you mean by behave..."

"I think you can guess what I mean. Get up," Sukuna orders as she sits on a desk with her legs parted, letting the camera see up her skirt. She finds that Satoru is rather fun to order around, and she's particularly adorable when she's trying and failing to hold back her tears.

Satoru does as she's told, straightening her spine and slotting between Sukuna's legs.

Sukuna spreads her legs wider to pull down her panties, baring her cunt to Satoru. "Why don't you put that tongue to better use than mouthing off to your teachers?"

Satoru glances down. The pulse in her throat won't stop racing.

"I suppose I could try..." She tries to sound inconvenienced, but she gracefully gets on her knees in front of Sukuna.

With a little performed hesitancy, Satoru's tongue flicks out over Sukuna's opening to lick upward.

Sukuna tips her head back and moans quietly. She didn't realize how keyed up she is from using the riding crop on Satoru, and her clit throbs against Satoru's tongue.

"You seem to know how to do this," Sukuna mutters, her hand finding its way back to Satoru's hair. "What a dirty little slut."

Satoru's bright blue eyes glance upward knowingly. It's not her first rodeo.

Her lips caress Sukuna's folds, practically making out with her swollen clit.

"Mmmh," Sukuna moans her approval, sensually rolling her hips to meet Satoru's mouth. Wetness coats her thighs as she makes her pleasure known, her fingers absentmindedly stroking Satoru's hair.

Satoru moans appreciatively, her jaw stretching and her tongue poking inside Sukuna.

Sukuna cants her hips up to encourage Satoru to push her tongue further inside, and she gently tugs on Satoru's hair as pleasure builds in her core.

Satoru's lips close around Sukuna's clit, rolling it across her tongue. She sucks it in softly at first, slowly building the intensity.

Letting out another moan, Sukuna bites her lower lip. Satoru really is a lot better at this than she expected, and she can feel herself getting wetter, pushed closer to orgasm with each flick of Satoru's tongue.

Satoru's lashes flutter closed and she hums low in the back of her throat. Sukuna's taste is honey-ish, so Satoru doesn't mind drinking her in with enthusiasm.

The vibration of Satoru's voice against her clit has Sukuna shuddering, softly crying out and she reaching her peak, making Satoru swallow down her slick as she cums.

She manages it well, her throat moving as Sukuna rides the waves of her orgasm. It makes Satoru's stomach tingle when she looks up at the pleasure on Sukuna's face.

"Feel good?" Satoru smiles proudly, sticking out her tongue to tease the other woman's swollen bud.

"Hmm. You aren't half bad at this," Sukuna says, somewhat out of breath. She doesn't mind feeding into Satoru's already massive ego for this.

“I know, right?” Satoru giggles. She rests her ass on her heels for a half second before remembering how much it hurts. With a hiss, she raises up again, pouting in Sukuna’s lap.

"Cut!" Someone yells from the crew as Sukuna sits on the edge of the desk, cradling Satoru's head, petting her soft white hair.

Satoru exhales, soaking in Sukuna’s light touches. Her butt is red hot, but she feels cared for by the other woman right now. It’s strange, the two feelings mixed together and Satoru liking it.

Eventually, quick to recover, she hops back to her feet. “My turn now!”

"Your turn for what?" Sukuna scoffs. She figures she's given Satoru enough aftercare seeing how the other woman is already back to her usual, overly loud self, so she stands from where she was sitting on the desk and rolls down her skirt.

“Do I get to cum?” Satoru asks innocently, one finger prodding at her lower lip.

The word no forms at the tip of Sukuna's tongue, but she holds herself back. She glances at the crew and sees that they've started rolling the cameras again.

"Come here," she says, motioning Satoru over with a curl of her fingers.

Satoru notices the cameras too. They must have been pleased about her asking.

She looks at Sukuna with a sultry gaze and slots into the woman’s arms.

Sukuna wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her in close, using her other hand to dip between Satoru's legs and pull down her panties. She keeps Satoru's skirt lifted and legs spread so the camera can catch exactly how her fingers rub against Satoru's swollen clit and caress her silky walls, and the wetness that squelches with each thrust.

“Oooh…” Satoru tips her head to rest on Sukuna’s shoulder. Her hips roll gently, shoving back against the woman’s fingers. “That’s nice…”

Giving the camera a sultry look, Sukuna kisses the side of Satoru's neck as she curls and scissors her fingers, determined to make Satoru cum as hard as possible.

Satoru shivers, her shoulders shaking visibly.

“Oh… god, yes!” Satoru moans, throwing her head back. “Make me cum… I’ll be so good.”

Sukuna doesn't believe her, but she still circles Satoru's clit with her thumb and pistons her fingers in and out of Satoru's sopping cunt. "I know you will."

“So good….” Satoru’s hips twitch and she inadvertently grabs Sukuna’s thigh. The pads of her fingers dig in and she spreads her thighs wider.

Her breath quickens, heart jumping in her chest. Warmth blooms across her shoulders and down her spine until she clenches around Sukuna’s fingers.

“I’m gonna cum—“ she gasps, surprised at how quickly it arose in her.

Sukuna merely hums in response, a note of utter satisfaction at how easy it is to make Satoru melt beneath her touch. "That's it," she mutters, entirely focused on how Satoru's walls feel fluttering and clenching down her fingers.

Satoru shakes as a warm high rises through her body. She grits her teeth, trying to hold back a strong reaction. Still, she can't help shouting out. One hand clamps over her mouth, muffling the noises that begin to pour out as she comes.

She practically wets Sukuna's hand, and the slick sound is picked up by the microphones.

Sukuna forgets the cameras surrounding them, too absorbed by the way Satoru's chest heaves with her orgasm, the light sheen of sweat glistening her skin, and the flush to her cheeks. She blinks, dispelling the trance, then pulls her hand away from the heat between Satoru's legs.

Satoru catches Sukuna staring and bats her lashes, smiling back at the other woman. She still feels high, her body all warm and tingly.

“That was awfully nice of you, mistress.” Satoru purrs, nuzzling in under Sukuna’s chin.

Sukuna scoffs. "Don't call me nice." She knows she can be a bitch, and she welcomes the label. She still keeps petting Satoru's hair, knowing that the other woman likely needs it after such an intense scene on set.