Tight pussy Chica’s Midnight Mischief Preview [FNAF]

In the heart of Freddy Fazbear’s, under the cloak of midnight, Chica, the glamrock pixie, struts her stuff. Her oversized breasts bounce with each step, the pink sequins of her bodysuit catching the dim light, her eyes wild with mischief. She’s a predator tonight, her beak slightly ajar, tongue flicking out to wet her lips. She spots you, her eyes narrowing, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “You’re just in time,” she purrs, her voice a sultry mix of innocence and seduction. She saunters over, her hips swaying, her butt cheeks jiggling enticingly. She straddles you, her heat pressing against you, her breath hot on your neck. “Let’s play a game,” she whispers, her hands roaming, grasping, squeezing. Her pussy, tight and wet, grinds against you, her juices coating you, making you slippery and hard. She leans back, her eyes rolling back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. She’s a sight to behold, her body glowing, her skin slick with sweat, her breasts heaving, her nipples hard and pointed. She’s a goddess, and she’s all yours.

Her hands move to her sides, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her outfit. With a swift, fluid motion, she shimmies out of it, her pink, puffy skirt and top falling to the floor in a heap. She’s naked now, her body on full display, her large breasts, her flat stomach, her wide hips, her thick thighs, and her glistening pussy. She turns around, her back to you, her ass in the air. She looks over her shoulder, her eyes meeting yours, a challenge in her gaze. She spreads her legs, her pussy lips parting, revealing her pink, wet insides. She reaches back, her fingers finding your cock, guiding it to her entrance. She impales herself on you, her body stretching to accommodate your size. She moans, a deep, guttural sound, her body trembling as she takes every inch of you. She starts to move, her hips rolling, her ass bouncing, her pussy clenching around you. She’s a vision of ecstasy, her body glowing, her skin flushed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She’s a goddess, and she’s riding you like a demon, her body moving with a fluid, hypnotic rhythm, her pussy milking you, her moans filling the air, her eyes locked on yours, a wild, untamed look in them. She’s Chica, the glamrock pixie, and she’s yours to claim, to fuck, to worship.