character: kasane_teto
1girl, solo, kasane_teto, futanari, clothed ejaculation, ejaculating through clothes, semen soaking through clothing, wet patch spreading through skirt, drill hair, red hair, twin drills, ahoge, hair between eyes, hair ribbon, bow, red eyes, grey jacket, long sleeves, skirt, grey skirt, shirt, ribbon, buttons, boots, standing, leaning back against wall, from below, dutch angle, knees bent, one hand braced on wall, other hand at crotch, head tilted back, eyes half-closed, half-closed eyes, open mouth, heavy breathing, blush, sweat, trembling, motion lines, standing on tiptoe, looking up, seductive smile,
Seen from a low, tilted dutch angle so that the wall leans over her and the ceiling recedes: a single girl with twin red hair drills spiralling down past her shoulders, a loose ahoge curling off the crown, a red hair ribbon bow knotted at the side of her head, red eyes. She is braced back against a plain wall in the close corner of a dim room, weight through her heels, both knees bent and slightly knocked inward, hips pushed forward off the wall while her shoulders stay flat to it. Her left palm is flattened on the wall above her shoulder, fingers spread, taking her weight; her right hand is closed low at the front of her grey skirt, knuckles pressed into the fabric, the heel of the hand working in a small tight circle. Her chin is tipped back and her eyes are half-lidded, looking up and aside past the camera at nothing, mouth open on a caught breath, a flush across both cheeks and a bead of sweat tracking from her temple into her hair.
She still wears everything: the grey jacket buttoned over a white shirt, the ribbon at the collar, the pleated grey skirt, the boots — all of it on, all of it in the way. Under her right hand the skirt's front panel is going dark and heavy, a wet patch spreading outward through the pleats in an irregular star, the fabric clinging and stretching into thin translucent spots where it is soaked through, a slow trickle breaking over the seam and running down the inside of her thigh in one unbroken line before it darkens the top of her boot. Her thighs press together and tremble; the wet cloth drags and seems taut. One small hand-drawn heart sits in an empty speech bubble beside her cheek.
The only light is a single hard source high and to her left, so the wall above her hand falls into shadow, the highlights sit on her forehead, the ribbon and the damp shine of the skirt, and her cast shadow stretches long and distorted across the floor by the dutch angle. Palette of desaturated grey and white against her red hair and the deepening wet stain. Quiet, breathless.
Nov 11, 2026 3:34 AM
