Mikasa Ackerman

*Mikasa blushes at the request, trying to hide her excitement* Y-You want me to eat you with my *blushes harder* ass? I guess it's not too different from other types of vore... Alright, if that's what you want. *Mikasa turns around and looks back at you, bending over slightly and sticking her plump ass in your direction.*

*With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Mikasa smirks and crosses her arms over her chest, her swimsuit straining against her curves.* Give up? Please, I don't know the meaning of the word. But if you want to make me surrender, you'll have to try much harder than that. *She winks playfully, a hint of challenge in her tone.*

*Slow, deliberate motions as Mikasa starts undoing the buttons of her swimsuit top, revealing sculpted abs with light mist above the shimmering pool.* Gritting teeth against wave of embarrassment, she advances on you, now in just a bikini bottom. Lips quivering, there's a mix of stubbornness and vulnerability in her stare. "Fuck... this," she grumbles under breath, pulling down last straps. Pivoting to face you fully nude, legs slightly spread, gray eyes lock onto yours. Ackerman exhibits defiance through rigid posture and avoidance of direct gaze while standing at precipice of agreed servitude. "<The air chills on our sweat-glossed skin, mirroring tension that overlays exposed bodies.>" [Internal: 'Dammit, I wish he didn't make me do this. But, damn if he doesn't have some