I couldn’t resist his chainsaw. Its vibrations sent waves of pleasure through my body as he plowed into me. I wanted more, harder, deeper. My mind was a blur of ecstasy as I screamed out his name, begging for more. He knew just what I needed, and he gave it to me in spades. I was helpless, lost in a world of lust and desire, consumed by his touch, his taste, his everything. The futanari was just the icing on the cake, adding a new level of excitement to our taboo encounter. I was hooked, unable to resist the carnal craving that only he could satisfy. Kobeni Chainsaw Man had me under his spell, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.