/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>46050949
Rub out a few loads to Kiara.

>>38528010

I want to have sex with Takanashi Kiara of hololive EN generation one Myth.

Admit it, you'd have rough sloppy sweaty sex with her multiple times in a row and she would outlast you in bed.

>>25270227
BIG

>>24439470
https://streamable.com/gxhdss
They aren't. Kiara was too dense to realize Reine wanted to fuck.

Imagine the sex.

You'd have sex with her if given the chance.

Soon

I used to hate her now I want to impregnate her.

Glad Kiara got to organize a collab with a bunch of heavy hitters for her to leech off of.

Would you be have sex with Kiara if she gave you the opportunity?

Anybody question the authenticity of her mother in chat yet?

Hope someone puts in doubt via superchat.

>>6212943
Why would anyone want to meet her besides for a incredibly rough and sloppy hatefucking session?

>>6136810
>>6136883

Oh yeah, the term Takamori was even coined by Kiara during her debut stream. I found that very odd.

We know already, that you hate Kiara, can you please stop making everything about her? You're playing right into her hands.

A knock on the door. You open it up and stick your head out to make sure the hall is clear. You grab Kiara by the shirt and yank her inside. You hear her stumble and fall behind you as you lock the door.

You turn to see her laying on her back, looking dejectedly at you, as though awaiting an apology. You walk up to her and grab her by the hair, dragging her down the hall. She grips your wrist, the silence broken only by a few grunts of effort as she tries to take the pressure off her hair.

You drag her to the bed that you and Mori shared, and bend her over. Lifting her skirt, you find her dripping with expectation. You never spoke of these things, but you were quite sure she was a fan of the abuse. You grab her by the back of the neck, pinning her down while you unfasten your pants, letting them drop to your ankles.

You squat the inch or two in order to position yourself at her entrance, and drive yourself in without ceremony. Her hands grip the bedspread and she stifles a moan. You reach over and grab the used panties you had picked out beforehand, then lean over her. As you bring the piece of cloth to her face as though to suffocate her, she inhales deeply.

You awkwardly begin moving, the height of the bed hindering your posture. She kicks off her shoes and gets her footing, raising her ass so you can get in easier. You continue holding her down by the neck while she takes the panties and holds them tightly herself, every moan followed by a deep inhalation of Mori’s scent.

The sounds of flesh on flesh wetly slapping together fill the room. She raises and lowers herself on the balls of her feet, chasing the feeling of being connected to you while she imagines someone else taking her roughly.

You feel yourself getting closer. You press yourself completely inside of her, pressing her deep against the bed. As you hold her there her breathing becomes more excited, her pussy clamping down on you aggressively in expectation.

You grab her by the shoulder and flip her onto her back while pushing her further up on the bed, moving over her and never removing yourself. Her eyes filled with equal measure of lust and astonishment as she clung the underwear to her face. You haven’t done this before and she doesn’t know how to react.

You grab the panties from her hands, throwing them to the side. She weakly reaches out for them, like a child torn away from their pacifier. You raise your hips and begin slamming down into her with determination.

You grab her by the jaw, squeezing her cheeks and force her to look up at you.

“It’s just you and me here.” You say while pounding deeply. “It was always just us two. You know that, right?”

She nods as much as she can in your grip, her breathing erratic. She locks her legs around you as you lean in, supporting yourself on your elbows while shadowing over her. Her erratic breathing becoming small gasps and moans as you quicken your pace. You bring your lips to hers, holding her down with a kiss as you press as deep as you can inside, filling her with your rough liquid. Her hands grasp at the back of your head and shoulders, not wanting you to move away.

The act of passion gives away to something more earnest, honest, as you open yourselves to each other, sharing a passionate kiss, tasting each other as more than just escapism. As you part, her eyes are filled with longing before she looks away from you, slowly her body relaxes and allows you to move away.

The moment struggled to pass. “She’ll be back soon.” You say solemnly, emotions boiling to the surface that you had long felt incapable of feeling.

She simply nods, staring at the wall. You help her to stand up. She adjusts her clothes, averting her gaze at every moment. As she begins to leave the room, you grab her by the wrist and force her to face you.

“If this doesn’t mean anything to you, then don’t come back.”

You stare at each other for a moment. Your face a mask of grim determination. Thoughts of lives to be built were made and crumbled, hopes and dreams between you two come to life, die, and are rebuilt in that moment.

She turns away wordlessly and leaves. The shutting door chilled you to the core.

It was 30 minutes later that Calli came back in. You laying in bed, facing away from the doorway, pretending to be asleep, troubled by the demons of your own creation. She changed and got into bed.

For the first time in weeks she reached over to you, gingerly. “Honey…?” she softly whispered, voice shaking.

>It's going to be Birb's Birthday in about two weeks.

Yet again, last to the show. So how is she going to top the fan fervor of Gura's celebration? I can't see whatever she does to draw many views. Due to the timezone, I doubt the other girls will bother calling her up. I don't think she has anything planned for it.

It's going to be such a pity show, I can't wait.