💖 bradamante — Fate/Grand Order (NSFW Version) 💕 [25imgs]

Bradamante looked like she walked out of some sugary idol photoshoot—short denim shorts hugging her hips, bra pushing up her chest, thigh-high socks framing her legs. Her smile was sweet, but the second he got her alone, that sweetness cracked into something much filthier.He pinned her against the couch, one hand wrapped around her throat—not squeezing, just holding her still, making her breathe shallow and fast as he dragged her shorts down. Bradamante’s thighs trembled, pussy already slick, heat radiating off her skin. “Do it,” she whispered, voice soft but shaking, eyes begging for the roughness she pretended she didn’t crave.He sank into her pussy first—deep, slow at the start—just to feel how tight she was. Bradamante gasped, back arching, nails scratching at his wrist as he pistoned into her harder. Her breath hitched with every thrust, the couch creaking beneath them as her hips pushed back, meeting him stroke for stroke.When she came the first time, it was messy and loud—her thighs clenching around him, pussy fluttering hard enough to pull him deeper. But Bradamante wasn’t done; she wanted more, needed more. Before the aftershocks even faded, he flipped her, ass up, back curved like a bow.He spread her cheeks and pushed into her ass next. Bradamante’s breath exploded into a broken moan. The stretch made her shake, goosebumps racing up her arms as he fucked her tight hole, heavy thrusts slamming her forward into the cushions. Each time he buried himself to the hilt, her pussy gushed—her body trying to come again just from the pressure.She tried to breathe, but every thrust knocked the air from her lungs, leaving her panting, drooling, eyes half-lidded and glassy. Her voice disintegrated into wet little sobs of pleasure as he alternated between her pussy and her ass—hard, relentless, using both holes until her legs stopped working entirely.By the time she came again, she was shaking so hard she couldn’t hold herself up. Her orgasm tore through her in convulsions, pussy dripping, ass tightening around him, breath completely gone. When he finally slowed, Bradamante collapsed into the cushions, chest heaving, face flushed, looking utterly ruined and satisfied.“Don’t stop,” she whispered hoarsely, voice trembling, “I trained for endurance.”