Belka anon x Belka

	"....." Belka blushed, turning her face. She couldn't believe she was wearing this ridicious outfit. Meanwhile the timid man before her shook in place. "w-wow Belka in Charlottes outfit. T-thank you Belka I was curious." Belka blushed. "... making me wear this."

	"n-no it's not because." Belka anon began dropping his spaghetti when suddenly Belka got on her knees in front of him. "... you pervert..." She unzipped his pants and out sprung his erect cock. He tried to protest but she looked up at him with cold emotionless eyes and shoved his cock in her mouth. Belka anon gasped and began to hyperventilate as she downed it, taking it in all the way - staring at him the whole time.

	"b-b-b-b-b-b-b-" He tried to speak her name but was stuck in an endless stutter. Slowly from the bottom she worked her way back up, puckered lips gently rubbing his shaft. Tongue massaging it. As she came to the tip she gently kissed his it. "... be quiet." She sat on his lap, her exposed thighs on his legs. The young man began to sweat profusely. "b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b" She pulled her top down and shoved a breast in his mouth. "....." she slowly worked him inside of her, easy enough in Charlotte's outfit, and began to ride him. He innocently sucked as he was ridden by the woman of his dreams. She bit her lip and with one final thrust the two came simultaneously. The young man fainted, blood running down his nostril.

	"....." Belka scribbed something down on a piece of paper and kissed anon on the forehead. She got dressed and left. When anon came to hours later he found the note on his lap and read it aloud.

	"To my #1 fan."