Kamala Khan's Burkini Photoshoot

Tags: Marvel, Kamala Khan, Ms. Marvel, Mary-Jane Watson,  Teen, Consensual, Interracial, snuff, Girlskin.

When Kamala Khan saw the advertisement for the contest she knew she had to enter. The chance to not just design the next girlskin product but to be snuffed and worn by Mary-Jane Watson as well? She had to do it, even if it made her a bad muslim.
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Kamala Khan was restless as she waited naked in the room. There was a film crew already set up, the cameras focused on her and she wanted to cover up, but she couldn't. She was embarrassed, and everything she'd ever learned had taught her that it was inappropriate for a Muslim girl like her to be filmed naked; or to even be exposed like this in... well it wasn't exactly public was it? Not yet anyway. Though, it certainly would be once the ad campaign was complete...

Kamala's cheeks were flush with embarrassment, and she had to keep reminding herself that she had volunteered for this! That this was what she wanted! This was a prize that she had won!

It helped a bit, not much, but enough that she was able to withstand the cold air conditioned room and tolerate the fact that her nipples were hard enough to cut glass and that everyone was looking at her... At least, she hoped it would be enough, that she wouldn't freak out and ruin everything.

It had all started four months back when Michaela; Mike to her friends, had shown her an article online about the new Girlskin ad campaign starring Mary-Jane Watson and Ava Ayala.

It was... It wasn't dirty, but she knew that she shouldn't be looking at it. That even though it was just an ad for clothing? That that was just an excuse. If she had asked her parents about it they would have told her it was immoral. Immoral and wrong. That it wasn't acceptable at all, for anyone, but especially not for a nice Muslim girl like her, to be staring at the pair of naked girls as they posed on the screen before her.

Kamala had been 17 at the time, and she had always followed her parents rules, well, mostly anyway. She hadn't always agreed with those rules; but she had followed them. Her parents had forbidden her from looking at him pornography; but this was a clothing ad! It wasn't pornography!

And it wasn't even really an advertisement, it was an article about an ad campaign. And, as long as they didn't learn the substance of the advertisement she was looking at, what her parents knew or didn't know wouldn't hurt them, right? And besides, her birthday was only a week away, and she hadn't even seen an r-rated movie yet! A little bit of rebellion was healthy, right?

She never should have read the article. She should have told Mike to not send her that sort of thing. She should have protested. She should have been a good little Muslim girl. But that wasn't how things progressed.

Kamala read the article. She stared at her images inside; at Ava entwined with her idol, at the sensual poses, the rose petals. She read the interview with Mary-Jane and then the interview with Ava. She saw what Ava became; she saw Mary-Jane wearing her like it was the most natural thing in the world, posed like a queen on a throne!

A fire burned inside Kamala, she had felt it before of course, looking at Bruno and other men; but never at a woman before! There was a- a need inside her!

Mike was no help. "Looks like you found your fetish!" She laughed when Kamala texted her.

She was right of course, but that didn't mean it was helpful.

Kamala managed to restrain herself a week. Keep her eager fingers in her pockets until her birthday came and went.

That first session playing with herself as she stared at the ad campaign and reread the interviews was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her whole body was on fire! And the sense of release after she was done? It was like all of her troubles had drained away in an instant, and Kamala knew that she would never be the same again. She wanted to be the good Muslim girl that her family had hoped for her; that they had tried to raise her to be. But that wasn't her, not anymore.

Kamala kept her fetish hidden. She didn't speak about it to anyone; not even Mike! She kept it secret, looking through catalogs and videos and the privacy of her locked room when her parents thought that she was writing essays for college; but Kamala didn't want to go to college. She didn't want her parents to spend thousands of dollars on a degree that she knew in her heart that she would never live to use. Of course, that didn't mean she wasn't writing essays!

Kamala stumbled across the link on her own this time, even before Mike sent it to her with a winky smile in a text message. Girlskin was looking to expand their product line. They wanted an essay; complete with selfies. Naked selfies! Only girls could enter, and each girl had to write about an item they thought that Girlskin's line was lacking; complete with a sketch of what they thought it should look like. And the prize? A photo shoot with Mary-Jane Watson herself, with the lucky girl transformed into the item they proposed...

Kamala knew at once what she needed to do. She needed to write, and she needed to win! She didn't have a selfie stick, but she managed to jury rig a makeshift phone stand in her room and put it on a timer. It was her first time taking selfies. Well, not her first time, obviously? But she had certainly never taken them in the nude before!

After that all she needed was an idea; the perfect product to add to a fashion line with her as the main material. Something she could write about passionately enough to convince people that she had never met to pick her out of the thousands of other girls who wanted a shot at the same prize.

It was a week, maybe two before inspiration struck. Kamala had drawn sketch after sketch of skimpy lingerie, of jackets, of corsets, but everything that she had drawn was already in the fashion line! Sure, they didn't look exactly the same, and maybe her bra was more supportive, and maybe her jacket was navel-baring, but there were jackets and underwear in the line. She thought about even trying out some clothes for men; but something told her not to. Girlskin was marketed towards women. Sure, they didn't have any men's clothes in their line; but that was because they didn't want them, not because they hadn't thought of them! And the choice of model? Mary-Jane Watson was certainly no man!

So Kamala spent that first week or so practicing, drawing, watching videos about how to draw fashion professionally online, looking everywhere for inspiration! But it wasn't until her bigger sister Nakia came home with her new swimsuit that Kamala finally realized what she needed.

It was a burkini of course. Her sister was every bit the perfect Muslim lady that Kamala herself was not. Skintight like a wetsuit with a tunic ending at mid-thigh to preserve her sister's modesty and a hood that tied to the suit itself with a swim cap to keep her hair dry! The perfect fusion of modern fashion and tradition.

This was something that Girlskin didn't have. It was for women, and it was sexy and skintight! More than that, this was something that tied into Kamala herself! It was part of her heritage! And it was something that Kamala knew she could write an essay worthy of the prize at stake about!

She was done that very same night, though she took another two days to sleep on it first. It would have been one day, but Kamala was so turned on by the whole experience that she didn't get a single wink of sleep that first night.

The next three weeks were absolute torture. Waiting for the announcement, not knowing when or even if it would come!

Kamala had faith in her essay, in her pictures scandalous though they were. She was a very active girl with a body to match and she was sure that if anyone gave thought to her proposal they would pick her! But what if they dismissed out of the hand? What if they thought burkinis were a niche market? What if they thought that using a Muslim was too risque? That it might alienate their audience? What if...

The list of doubts went on and on; each day accompanied by a growing pit in the depths of her stomach. What if she wasn't chosen? What would happen to the photo she had taken? Would they escape onto the internet? A mark of her own shame, a betrayal the ideals that her parents had instilled in her without the prize that she so dearly wanted to show for it? And what if they did pick her? What if her parents found out and never told her? Kamala was still living at home, and if they sent a letter then there was every chance that her parents might find it before she got back from classes. She might win and never even know she had won! The what ifs piled up inside her and there was no escape. It left her stressed. Too stressed to pay attention in class; her friendships suffered, and all that Kamala could think of in her mind was what if, what if?

When the notice finally came, it was by email; her own personal private email that her parents would never have been able to access.

The palpable relief inside her was such that she couldn't even bring herself to read it at first. All her fears dissolved into a mist, except... What if she didn't make it? What if this was a rejection letter?

Suddenly, Kamala couldn't wait to open the email. Her fingers worked so fast that she was fumbling with the mouse.

The letter opened, and the first line soothed all of her fears:

“Congratulations, Kamala Khan! You are the winner of our new Girlskin ad campaign!”

The rest of the email was more boring, questions about how best to reach her, what time she was available, and information about what she would be required to do; all with documents attached that needed to be printed out and signed and returned in person to the Girlskin office in New York City.

Technically, she hadn't won yet. Everything needed to be signed upon the dotted line. Including a waiver say stating in no ambiguous terms that she was signing her life away to become nothing more than an object; that she was going to become the first Girlskin burkini! All of the rights to her likeness both alive and after she'd been processed, and to the design that she had created, would now belong to Girlskin, from now unto eternity.

Kamala couldn't sign the documents fast enough.

Which brought her to yesterday. She had called ahead, and brought in all the documents she needed. She signed up on the dotted line in front of witnesses and everything had been notarized. Legally, she was property now.

There was some difference of opinion in the courts as to whether a girl could back out of a contract to be snuffed. But no one disagreed that a contract written and clear and concise language was absolutely necessary in order for a snuffing to be carried out.

They asked if she wanted her next of kin to be notified, but Kamala couldn't bear to face the look on her parents faces if they knew what an absolutely depraved person their little girl had become. Girlskin put her up in the hotel for the night before notifying Mary-Jane. Kamala wouldn't be alone of course, she was Girlskin property now and she had a very specific diet and exercise regime that they wanted her to go through. So a female employee accompanied her, staying in the room with her and watching her every single move.

Despite the context, there was nothing sexual about it. And Kamala after several hours of tossing and turning restlessly as she thought about the day to come finally fell into a lustful dream filled sleep.

And now she was here; naked in front of the cameras waiting for the only living woman she'd ever been turned on by to walk in the room and start asking questions about her and Burkinis and her *as* a Burkini... Kamala was nervous and trembling and *so* turned on.

When the only door to the room opened, Kamala's breath was torn away from her. In walked Mary-Jane Watson. The stunning older redhead was nearly naked, clad only on a leather lingerie set in a familiar dusky tone; standing before her was Mary-Jane Watson, wearing nothing but Ava Ayala.

It was like watching her fantasy come to life! The way that Ava hugged Mary-Jane's hips; the plunging curve of her waistband; the way that the lips of Ava's sex pursed so incredibly lifelike over the redhead's own, sewn together so as to never reveal the tempting treasure beneath them. Everything about Mary-Jane Watson was perfect. And now? She was standing right in front of Kamala, her Latina-covered tits right at eye-level as she slowly lowered herself into the seat across from her.

Kamala's heart felt like it was about to break free of her chest as the supermodel that had accidentally awakened her fetish smiled at her.

“So you're the girl who won the contest?” MJ asked, her smile lighting up her face.

Kamala nodded, blushing. “I did,” she managed, after a few breaths to get herself under some semblance of control. “I can't believe you're really here! Seeing you and Ava-!” Kamala's eyes flashed to the Redhead's lingerie as she spoke. “I never even knew this was something I might- that I wanted until I saw your ad,” Kamala finished bashfully.

Mary-Jane nodded. “I know how you feel. Before Ava, I had never even thought about wearing Girlskin. But now? I have enough sets of lingerie to last me a week and a half!” the redhead confesses eagerly.

'A week and a half!' The admission startled Kamala, 'That's ten separate sets of Girlskin! Ten different girls!'

The shock must have shown on Kamala's face because the next thing she new Mary-Jane was smiling a bit bashfully, as she continued. “That's a lot isn't it? But, after Ava, well... I just couldn't help myself. Now, when I see a pretty girl, I keep thinking 'Will she look good on me?' and... so far the answer's always been yes.”

Kamala wondered how much of that was the girls' faults, and how much was the fact that Mary-Jane Watson was a literal supermodel.

“But don't worry!”  Mary-Jane reassured the naked Pakistani girl in front of her. “You're the cutest girl who's ever volunteered to join my wardrobe so far! It's close between you and Ava, but I think you have her beat!”

Kamala blushed hard, unsure how to respond to her crush's praise.

“Anyway, how about we start the interview now?” Mary-Jane asked. “I really do want to learn more about you and your design!”

“I can do that,” Kamala nodded, glad to be back on solid ground as her pulse raced and her bare sex glistened with arousal. 

“So, tell me about yourself!” Mary-Jane replied. “Who is Kamala Khan and why did you decide to enter the contest to design part of Girlskin's latest fashion line?”

“Me?” Kamala replied, a bit shocked. She knew that Mary-Jane Watson had to ask the questions, but the redhead seemed genuinely interested in her life story!

“I'm nothing special, my parents came here from Pakistan, and I grew up in Jersey City.  They raised me Muslim, and... They're kind of traditional? I know they only wanted what was best for me, and they thought being a good Muslim girl would keep me out of trouble, only... I've never really been good at being a good Muslim girl,” Kamala admitted.

“I mean, my parents were right? A good Muslim girl never would have seen your photo-shoot with Ava Ayala, and if I never saw your photo-shoot? I never would have entered the contest. I would have been safe back home applying to college instead of sitting here naked talking with you. The good Mulsim girl my parents wanted me to be would probably have a long healthy life. I'm not going to life through the day!” Kamala explained.

“So why did you enter the contest then?” Mary-Jane asked, her eyes intent on the naked Pakistani teen in front of her. 

“Well, I'm straight, or at least... I thought I was? But after seeing the photo-shoot you did with Ava? I couldn't think about anything else for weeks! I couldn't get the image of her out of my mind, of you wearing her, I mean? And I... I started to fantasize about what it would be like to be in her place, to have you wearing *me* instead of Ava. To have my life ended just to add another set of Lingerie to your wardrobe, and to know that anyone who wants to could see me, just like Ava. The thought that that my choice, my body-! would be on display long after I'm gone? I-” Kamala shifted her legs uncomfortably, clearly aroused and trying to hide it from the camera.

The Pakistani girl took a deep breath, trying to get her bearings before she continued. “I wanted that so much; and then? When I found out about the contest? It was a dream come true! Literally! I definitely I dreamed about winning a contest and meeting you and... Well... You understand, right?” Kamala asked nervously, butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

“I do,” Mary-Jane nodded. “There are definitely a couple of celebrities that I feel the same way for, well, not the same way but-” The redhead laughed and Kamala joined her, the laughter helping to release the tension she had built up at the thought of meeting her idol.

As the laughter died down, Mary-Jane turned to the next question. “So, have you ever worn Girlskin before?”

“I haven't,” Kamala shook her head. “Honestly, I'm not even sure I've ever *seen* real girlskin before today! But honestly that kinda just makes it hotter?” Kamala asked leaning in to investigate the Lingerie that the super-model across from her was wearing. Her hand reached out hesitantly.

“You can touch if you want,” Mary-Jane offered, standing up and walking towards the younger girl.

“Really!?” Kamala's eyes were wide with anticipation. “Thanks!” she replied as she reached out to feel the warm smooth leather covering the older redhead's chest. “Oh my god! It feels real!” Kamala declared as her fingers ran across the surface, her thumb flicking across the perfectly preserved nipple.

“It is real,” Mary-Jane laughed, delighted by the innocent wonder in the younger girl's voice.

“I mean- You know what I mean!” Kamala protested. “It feels like a living breathing girl. It doesn't feel like leather at all!”

“Sexy isn't it?” Mary-Jane asked, looking down at the teen who was almost, but not quite her height.

“Yeah,” Kamala breathed, as she gently squeezed the unresisting Mary-Jane's Girlskin-covered breast. “Do you mind if I-?” Kamala gazed down at MJ's girlskin panties, her intent obvious despite not finishing off the thought.

“Feel free,” Mary-Jane agreed. 

Kamala's hands dipped down to feel Mary-Jane's Hispanic-covered behind, her fingers tracing the almost untraceable but easily visible seams where her panties met her skin.

“How does it feel? Knowing that you'll feel like this once you're done?” Mary-Jane asked, grinning as she saw the younger girl's breath hitch in response.

“It feels... sexy,” Kamala admitted. “I've never really been that popular with boys? My friends call me a tomboy, and, I guess I never really felt sexy before? But... being worn by you? Becoming your burkini?” Kamala paused trying to gather her thoughts as her hand dipped lower, feeling the sewn-together lower lips of Ava Ayala beneath her fingers.

“Knowing that... once I'm gone? Your burkini will still look and *feel* like me?” Kamala continued. “The thought is kinda... breathtaking?” Kamala finished, searching for the right word; knowing that the once she chose wasn't enough to convey all her feelings, but unable to think of a better one.

“I have to agree with you there,” Mary-Jane smiled. “So, why don't you tell me a bit about my new Kamala Khan Burkini?” the redhead said, returning to her seat.

“Well, basically, a Burkini is kind of like a two-piece wetsuit, with either a hood or a swimcap? The bottom part is a pair of skintight pants, and the top is kind of a dress? Also skintight with a shirt part that goes down to a little above the knees,” Kamala explained. “It's sort of a modesty swimsuit for women worried about that kind of thing. Not just Muslim women either, though it was definitely made with us in mind.”

“Makes sense,” Mary-Jane nodded.

“Right! So, for yours; obviously it's going to be made using me, right?” Kamala replied, her voice quivering with nervous arousal.

“Right,” Mary-Jane agreed.

“So, once I'll harvested, they're going to stretch my leather out a bit and treat it so that it's still skin tight where it needs to be, but the skirt-part still flows. When I checked in yesterday, the person they sent to assist me mentioned that they have the technology to do that, but they needed to test it out a bit before they were ready to process me, make sure it worked, and that the waterproofing didn't interfere? So... technically I'm not the first Girlskin Burkini,” Kamala admitted. “There were six or seven girls they used as prototypes before they got the formulas right.”

“Oh?” Mary-Jane replied. “And how did you feel when they told you that?”

“Relieved? Kind of turned on?” Kamala offered. “Actually, I was pretty nervous? I guess it never really occurred to me that something could go wrong. I'm glad they tested it on other girls, and I feel pretty bad that they'll never get to be worn like I will? But now that I know something could go wrong, I'm a bit more nervous than I was coming in,” Kamala explained.

“Do you know what happened to the other Burkinis?” Mary-Jane asked, curious.

“I don't actually,” Kamala admitted. “I think they threw the failures out? But they might have kept them in case they wanted to do a museum exhibit? I'm not sure. I know one of them basically turned out fine, but I don't know what happened to her.”

Mary-Jane nodded, making a note to ask around after the shoot; just to satisfy her own curiosity. “Alright, so back to the Kamala Khan Burkini. What makes it special?”

“Other than being made from me, you mean?” Kamala asked, blushing slightly at the reminder that she wouldn't be living out the day. “Well, the pants for your Burkini will be taken from... ah... this piece of leather here,” Kamala continued, blushing as she gestured from her nude waist to her unclad feet. “It'll stop at your ankles, like a wetsuit and it'll be waterproof, so... you don't need to worry about that? And, well? I noticed that Ava's lips are... sewn together?”

Mary-Jane nodded. “Yeah, they needed to be for the shoot. Girlskin is already pretty risque, but the ad agency said that none of their clients would sell us space for it if my Ava panties were crotchless.”

“Well, since there's a skirt covering my... my privates?” Kamala stuttered slightly. “They told me that there's no need to sew up your Burkini bottoms, unless you want to.”

Mary-Jane's eyebrows inched upwards at the news. “Really?” She asked, surprised. “Well, that's very interesting! I'll have to think a bit on that,” the Redhead decided, catching Kamala's squirming at the supermodel's uncertainty. “On the one hand, I really do prefer my girlskin unsewn? It really is nicer, and definitely more fun in the bedroom!” Mary-Jane explained. “But with a bathing suit... There's water and sand to think about... Maybe I can get them to put a button on you? Or a zipper?” Mary-Jane proposed.

Kamala's eyes went wide as she imagined the couturiers sewing a button onto her lower lips while she squirmed in place, barely able to contain herself. It would never happen of course. Kamala knew she'd be dead before they started working on her. But it was a powerful image nonetheless.

“Right,” Kamala swallowed, struggling to get a grip on herself. “The top-” Kamala started trying to get back on subject to distract herself from the growing fire between her legs. “the top is going to be made from the rest of me, from my neck to my waist, they're going to stretch the leather a bit? So that there's enough material, but it should still be skin-tight and with the shirt, you won't be able to even tell it was stretched. Your hands will come out my wrists, and your head will come out my neck. There's going to be a zipper in the back like a wetsuit, so you don't have to worry about accidentally stretching me either. The person I talked to say that they're even going to make it so that my nipples line up perfectly with your own,” Kamala explained.

“That's wonderful!” Mary-Jane gushed. “And what about the rest of you? I know that they ended up making some of Ava into a purse that the auctioned off...”

“Well, my womb is actually going to be part of the Burkini. When I drew up my design for the contest, I added a Swimcap and so they're going to use that to make one for you,” Kamala explained. “But... they are taking some parts of me for auction.  My Hands are becoming a pair of fingerless gloves, and- and they're going to auction off my Girlpearls...” Kamala trailed off, blushing, “I... I haven't decided whether I want those auctioned,” she finally finished a few seconds later.

Mary-Jane looked at Kamala with refreshed interest. “Girlpearls, those are-”

“Resin-coated ovaries,” Kamala finished the thought. “Apparently some girls really like them, both as jewelry and...” Kamala paused blushing hard enough that for a moment Mary-Jane Watson was worried she might spontaneously combust. “And as... sex toys,” Kamala finished with a mortified whisper.

“Well, I certainly wouldn't mind taking those off your hands in you can't decide...” Mary-Jane reassured the teen.

“Thanks,” Kamala replied. “It's weird thinking of someone using me as, as a sex toy like that. I've... never actually had sex before,” Kamala admitted.

“Never?” Mary-Jane asked, surprised.

“I just, never found the right person? And after I won, I... I haven't actually told any of my friends or family and I guess part of me wanted to save that for...” Kamala blushed even deeper as she gathered up the courage to admit her secret, “ for you,” the Pakistani girl explained.

“Oh, wow!” Mary-Jane's eyes opened wide, her jaw dropping in shock. “That's amazing!” she replied.

“It just sort of, happened that way?” Kamala responded.

Mary-Jane smiled in response. “Well, I think we've gone through all the questions, and honestly? You look ready to pop! So, if you were serious about saving yourself for me? I think I can help you calm down a bit before the shoot.”

Kamala's jaw dropped. “Really!?”

Mary-Jane grinned back in answer.

“Yeah! I'd- I'd love that!” Was Kamala's immediate reply.

“Excellent,” Mary-Jane replied, getting up from her chair. The gorgeous redhead practically stalked her way to Kamala's chair, so eager and intent was her movement.

“Let's put on a show for all the girls watching this, okay? Something for them to fantasize about...” Mary-Jane bent down to whisper into Kamala's ear with a sultry smirk.

Kamala blushed, hard. “Thank you,” She relied with an embarrassed whisper, a whisper that turned into a cute squeak as Mary-Jane Watson reached down and pinched her clit.

“Oooh! Responsive!” Mary-Jane Watson cooed excitedly as Kamala yelped and squirmed. “I love that!” She squeezed harder, driving the sexy Pakistani girl in front of her to her knees. “Have you ever tried anything like this?”

“I never even played with myself till I hit eighteen,” Kamala confessed.

Mary-Jane smiled in response. “Well, I think we've gone through all the questions, and honestly? You look ready to pop! So, if you were serious about saving yourself for me? I think I can help you calm down a bit before the shoot.” 
 
Kamala's jaw dropped. “Really!?” 
 
Mary-Jane grinned back in answer. 
 
“Yeah! I'd- I'd love that!” Was Kamala's immediate reply. 
 
“Excellent,” Mary-Jane replied, getting up from her chair. The gorgeous redhead practically stalked her way to Kamala's chair, so eager and intent was her movement. 
 
“Let's put on a show for all the girls watching this, okay? Something for them to fantasize about...” Mary-Jane bent down to whisper into Kamala's ear with a sultry smirk. 
 
Kamala blushed, hard. “Thank you,” She relied with an embarrassed whisper, a whisper that turned into a cute squeak as Mary-Jane Watson reached down and pinched her clit. 
 
“Oooh! Responsive!” Mary-Jane Watson cooed excitedly as Kamala yelped and squirmed. “I love that!” 
 
She squeezed harder, driving the sexy Pakistani girl in front of her to clutch at MJ for support. “Have you ever tried anything like this?” 
 
“I never even played with myself till I hit eighteen,” Kamala confessed as she sank back onto the chair under MJ's none-too-gentle caresses. 
 
"I'm your first?  Delightful!"  Marry-Jane grinned and leaned in to claim the first kiss from her gorgeous dark-skinned guest, fingers slowly caressing Kamala's cleft with more gentle tenderness than she'd shown so far.  She paused, pulled back from the kiss and gave a faint smile at Kamala's quiet gasp.  "Ooooh, you *are* a virgin...  I can still feel your hymen..." 
 
"I... I never... I didn't want to break it so I was careful not to put anything... inside." Kamala blushed, her body trembling at her crush's touch. She hadn't known why she'd preserved it, not after she knew she'd won, but she had. It had felt... wrong for her to break it; wicked.

"Mmm...  That's sweet of you, not to damage my new burkini..."  Mary-Jane gave a soft smile, cuddling against the side of the chair and caressing the seated girl's bared belly and breasts with one hand as the other stroked along her inner thigh.  "Why don't you show off that gorgeous pussy a bit to the camera, show the world what they're missing out on..."

Kamala nodded, grateful that her own darker skin helped to hide her blush as she turned to look at one of the cameras and spread her legs a bit more, leaning back against Mary-Jane Watson so that the camera could get a better angle. She knew this wasn't something good Muslim girls did, but... she definitely wasn't one of those anymore.

"This is my pussy," she started, reaching down to point at the slight swell between her legs. Not a cameltoe, it wasn't pudgy or large enough for that; but it was shaved completely bare so the camera could see every detail of her teenaged twat from her thick clitoral hood completely hiding the organ beneath, to the way her soft brown inner lips emerged from beneath it and slowly traced their way down her central gash. "I... really haven't seen many others outside brief glimpses in the locker room, or... girlskin ads... but I hope you like it?"

Mary-Jane leaned down over the other girl, her head beside Kamala's, her leather-clad breasts pressing gently into the darker girl's shoulder as one long, sleek, pale arm reached down to caress the smooth, dark thigh.  "Mmmm, so smooth...  You're going to be a wonderful pair of leggings, Kamala..  And your pussy..."

Her fingers traced up to gently stroke and tease the parted folds, middle fingertip slowly pulling back to thick hood to slowly expose the thick and oh-so-sensitive nub of Kamala's pussy.  "Your pussy is gorgeous...  I'm going to be sooo happy to wear it soon..."

"Ah! Th-thank you!" Kamala trembled beneath Mary-Jane's fingers. "I... I wish I could see how sexy you look.. wearing me." The teen blurted out, shocked at just how forward she was being.

"This- Ah! This feels so much better than when I..." Kamala's voice faded out, leaving her confession half-unvoiced. Though from the way her eyes were locked on MJ's fingers as they played with her; there was no question as to what Kamala had meant.

"Hmmmmm?  Go on, Kamala, it's not like you have anything to hide from *me...*"  Mary-Jane gave a soft grin and turned to give the teen a soft, slow kiss on the side of her neck just below her jaw, and feathering gentle kisses down to her shoulder.

"Than when I... touched myself..." Kamala admitted, her pulse pounding as MJ's lips lit a fire beneath her skin. "I just... rubbed the outside..."

"Mmmm...  Such soft skin..."  MJ smiled as she shifted around to the side, her Latina-clad bodice so tantalizingly close to Kamala's hand as she stroked away from the teenager's pussy and along her sleek thigh.  "Such gorgeous girlskin...  And you've never...entered yourself?  Oh my, I really am racking up firsts with you, Kamala..  You really are a treat!"

She smirked softly as she gently stepped between the girl's spread legs, sinking down into a spread-kneed squat and kneeling before the other girl, even as she gently pushed Kamala's legs apart and up, over the armrests of the chair, to spread her oh-so-wide for the camera, now moving off to one side to capture everything about to happen to the young woman.

"I... oh! AaaAh!" Kamala trembled. "A finger, carefully, but not... much. Just a little. I didn't want to break my hymen." Kamala admitted, her heart and voice both fluttering as Mary-Jane Watson; *Mary-Jane Watson!* put her on display.

The kneeling woman gave her a happy smile.  "That was very kind of you, to give me the opportunity to initiate you into full sexuality..."

She dipped her head, the cascade of red hair flowing about her face as she lowed her face until Kamala felt the woman's breath across her unattended pussy.

"...before I snuff you and wear this," she licked, slowly, and Kamala gasped wildly at the hot, wet tongue caressing her lips, "absolutely gorgeous sex..."

Kamala breathed heavily, not sure what to say, not sure what Mary-Jane was going to do. There was an almost electrifying energy hanging in the air between them, fear and anticipation and... *need.*

"What are you going to...?" Kamala wasn't sure why Mary-Jane was between her legs, she'd never looked at lesbian porn before, or even straight porn for that matter! Only... only girlskin ads. She didn't know what came next.

"Mmmm, I'm going to eat you, Kamala."  MJ smiled up at the gorgeous teenager, all exposed and trembling on the chair, her legs spread lewdly and sex exposed to the kneeling woman's tongue.  "And when you've had a taste of that, I'm going to finger you, tease you, and snap that gorgeous hymen of yours like a wet rubber band...  I'm going to make you cum, Kamala.  I'm going to give you *pleasure*..."

"Hopefully as much as you'll give me..." the supermodel finished.

"I... I'd like that..." Kamala admitted, trembling n anticipation her embarrassed *need* almost audible in her voice. "I hope you wear me... a lot."

Then her brain caught up with her. "Wait... eat me? I... but if I have teethmarks,,, that would... Please don't ruin your new burkini like that?" Kamala begged, clearly misunderstanding what her crush meant by 'eat.'

From up close Mary-Jane could see in full detail the way that the Desi teen's pussy clenched and lubricated itself as she called herself 'your new burkini.'

Mary-Jane shot her a look of surprise that melted into a soft, reassuring smile.  "No, no, no, Kamala, 'eating' a girl is a euphemism for giving her oral sex."

She leaned in and gave Kamala's clit a gentle, tender kiss, then took it between her lips and sucked strongly on the thick nub, marveling at the texture and taste of the Pakistani girl's throbbing love-nub.  "Mmmm, such a sweet girl..."

"Ah! Ah!" Kamala gasped, sweetly, her entire body bucking at the model's ministrations. She wanted to speak, to ask what oral sex was when it wasn't a girl giving a blowjob to a boy but... Mary-Jane's lips and tongue had stolen her words by giving her a direct lesson on the subject.

"Mmm, someone *enjoyed* that..."  Mary-Jane gave a soft smile and kissed slowly up and down Kamala's pussy, watching the girl's expression change as she slowly ran the length of her long tongue against the dark-skinned girl's clit in a blatant and lewd display of sexual prowess.  The cameras caught it all, of course, the way Kamala gasped and twitched, the way she writhed on the chair, the way her legs shook under Mary-Jane's gentle palms.  The look in MJ's eyes as she watched the girl's reaction to her first sexual experience with another person, let alone another woman.

"Oh! I-! I did! I did! A lot..." Kamala confessed. "Is this what... l-lesbians feel?" Kamala asked, worried, she still thought of herself as straight despite never sleeping with a boy, or even really watching porn with boys in it. She hadn't reckoned with her attraction to Mary-Jane. Who wouldn't be turned on but a gorgeous redhead wearing another girl? She'd never even given her arousal a second thought!

"Mmmhmmmm..."  Mary leaned in to give the gorgeous teen another slow, wet, *deep* kiss, her tongue caressing and teasing Kamala's entrance before taking her clit in delicate teeth and slowly giving it a gentle nibble.  "MMmmmhhhh, such succulent pussy, I could eat you for hours, Kamala...  Give you such pleasure you've evidently never even dreamed of..."

"I... You already-!" Kamala whimpered, unused to the pleasure that Mary-Jane was bringing her *right now!* "Could you... really?"

Kamala's pussy pulsed with pleasure as her hips jerked. she wanted... Kamala didn't know *what* she wanted. More. Definitely that. But... how?

"Hmm, you really are a cute lesbian, Kamala."  MJ released her clit with a soft sucking sound, smiling up at the Pakistani girl, reaching to caress and gently finger the soft, young pussy.  "Didn't you know?  When a girl gets excited down here, by the thought of another girl doing this to her?  She's a lesbian.  And so are you..."

"No... I can't be... I like..." Kamala blushed, uncertainly.

"Mmmm...  you're cute when you're in denial."  Mary-Jane gave a soft smile and slid to her feet, leaning forward to give the spread-legged girl a soft, tender kiss, this time on her *other* set of lips.  One hand gently cupped her cheek as the other slowly and delicately fingered her, faster and faster, teasing her clit between middle and ring fingers as she spread and teased and fondled the younger woman's pussy.

"Feels good doesn't it.  That's because a woman knows how to give a woman pleasure..."  MJ's voice was soft as she leaned down to genty take Kamala's left nipple in her mouth, sucking gently and tonguing the young, hard nub, as she stroked the dark pussy faster and more firmly.

Mary Jane was careful not to break the girl's hymen, yet. Instead she squeezed the girl's lower lips, inner *and* outer, and stroked her clit. 

"I... No, I just..." Kamala protested weakly as Mary-Jane squeezed and fondled her pudgy teen pussy, her fingers circling and squeezing her thick and meaty clit. "I like corsets, and... It's not the girls... I'm not a lesbia- Ah!" Kamala's embarrassed explanation was cut off as Mary-Jane *squeezed* her clit; softly, but firmly.

"You sure you're not a lesbian, huh?"  Mary-Jane smirked shifting to the side nad lifting one leg to trap Kamala's against the chair, pressing Ava's stitched-shut pussy against Kamala's thigh as she slowly ground against the teen's leg, while keeping up the teasing of her soft, gorgeous sex.  "Have you ever been with a man, then?  What sort of porn do you like?"

"I... I don't- I haven't been with a Guy, no..." Kamala admitted, staring at the camera as it closed in for a close up on her sex as Mary-Jane played her like a master pianist at a piano. "I haven't been with anyone!"

"I... I was a good muslim girl. I never watched porn. I... just... Girlskin ads," Kamala blushed, heavily as Mary-Jane's fingers spread her soft brown lips to show off her wet, pink hymen to the camera.

"Hmmm, so...  you like watching the girls, then."  Mary-Jane seemed quite smug, angling her hips to give the camera a good shot of her own pussy, clad in Ava's stitched sex.  "That sounds like a lesbian to me..."

"Just girls wearing... girlskin." Kamala gasped. "I kept imagining- Ah! you wearing... me."

"Definitely a lesbian then."  MJ winked at the camera, caressing Kamala's pussy slower and more firmly now, teasing the girl up higher and higher with each gentle squeeze of her clit.  "Only a lesbian like you gets off at the idea of two girls together.  One of them wearing the other..."

She gestured with her head as one of the cameramen stepped around and offered Kamala something.  Mary-Jane waited until she'd taken the small black piece of plastic with a couple switches on it.  "Given how much I'm playing with you, I thought it only fair you got to play with me, Kamala..."

She winked at the girl's confused look, sliding back off her leg and smirking as she stepped around between the dark, tanned thighs.  She leaned in close to give Kamala another soft kiss on the neck as she slowly and gently twisted the young girl's clit between her fingers.  "I have an egg vibe tucked into my pussy, Kamala...  Right here, right now.  And you've got the remote...  If you want to play with my pussy, all you have to do is push that button, and tease me with the slider..."

"I..." Kamala hesitated, not quite sure what an egg vibe was, but since she understood exactly what Mary-Jane meant by 'in my pussy' the context of what it was was quite clear. "Is that okay? for me to...?"

Kamala wasn't sure what she was asking, if it was okay to please the redhead, if it was against the rules, if... She looked at the cameras. If they were alone she'd just follow Mary-Jane's commands, but they were being *filmed.*

"Mmmm, you're getting so *juicy,* Kamala..."  MJ's voice had returned to the soft, teasing tone she'd been using.  "You're getting *excited!* ...  Do you *like* being watched, Kamala?  Does being on camera, being watched, being *filmed* so your body will be admired and appreciated after you've been snuffed excite you?  Oh my, it clearly does..."

The redhead smiled in delight as she shifted to one side, one arm wrapping around Kamala's lower leg and caressing her inner thigh, as the other hand's fingers teased and parted Kamala's pussy, displaying her still-sealed sex to the camera as she shot a model's smile at the impassive lens.

"I think so?" Kamala admitted. "I... Clothes are made to be shown off, right? I... I think I like being... watched." Kamala answered, her eyes cast down as a blush warmed her cheeks. 

Nervously, she pressed the button on the remote that Mary-Jane gave her.

Mary-Jane gave a soft little gasp and an audible hum arose from the girl's pussy.  she shot Kamala a delighted smile, and leaned in to give the girl's clit a delicate little lick, peeling back her hood with one finger to caress her oh-so-sensitive nub with the tip of her tongue.

"Ah! I- More?" Kamala pleaded. She was close. Very, *very* close.

"Mmm, I'm going to absolutely adore showing this pussy off at the beach, Kamala..."  MJ grinned, panting softly as the egg in her pussy vibrated her sex sooo good.  Two gentle fingers teased the teen's entrance, blocked off by her hymen.  "Such a delicious pussy deserves to be admired, fondled, stared at.  You're going to have a lot of admirers, Kamala, and a lot of girls are going to flock to Girlskin to become such sweet sexy burkinis...  Just.  Like.  You..."

"Oh, Allah! I..." Mary-Jane was teasing and licking Kamala's clit with her tongue, pressing inwards gently with her fingers, preparing to pop Kamala's cherry the instant she started cumming. The thought other girls, nice muslim girls like she used to be, watching this interview; of them seeing her snuffed and deciding to follow in her footsteps? The thought of her leading other cute Desi teens like her to their incredibly sexy demises as they transformed into girlskin?

It was too much! It was-

"Ah! I'm-!" Kamala didn't even need to finish her sentence. It was clear what was happening.

Mary-Jane smiled for the camera, teasing the shuddering girl and pressing in just at the moment that Kamala's crest peaked.  A tiny flare of pain that only added to her pleasure spiked through her and then... Oh Allah above, her pussy felt so *full* and *warm* and *wet* and, and, and she was cumming, cumming so hard!

"Such a gorgeous lesbian girl...  A lezzie-pussy to wear around the beach, to be seen wearing, to be sieen, admired, talked about..."  Mary crooned softly, teased herself by the egg in her pussy as she helped Kamala over that first hump and into the crashing waves of pleasure that lay beyond the shore of sanity.

"Yes! Wear me! Snuff me and wear me! I wanna be your burkini!" Kamala cried out, almost delirious as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had ripped through her. "Wear me, Mary-Jane!"

"Yes, yes, I will Kamalaaa!"  The teased redhead's hips were trembling, her legs shaking.  Kamala hadn't known that she'd turned on the vibe at it's maximum settings, and by now, it was vibrating her pussy into a messy pile of juice and lust, and MJ came, came together with her burkini-to-be, shuddering gently and beaming at the camera as her orgasm, and that of Kamala Khan, was caught in exquisite detail.

She'd enjoy watching Kamala cum again and again when she got the video recordings of this.

"You... Ungh! came too?" Kamala gasped, struggling back from her mind-blowing climax as she stared at the redhead towering above her, her arms braced on the chair to hold herself upright.

"MMmmmmhmmmmmm!"  The gorgeous model shot a delighted smile up the length of Kamala's torso, panting and smiling in delight.  "You left my toy on max, there's only so long I can keep from c-cumming with that monster ffffffucking me so *hard!*"

"Oh... Are.. Are toys that good? I've never... never used one." Kamala gasped, not realizing she had dropped the remote in her own pleasure.

MJ smiled and nodded, fishing out the remote from where it had fallen under Kamala's chair and turning down the vibe with a gentle smile as she returned it to the Pakistani girl.  "Oh, toys can be delightful.  Would you like me to use one on you, Kamala?"

"Yes," Kamala admitted, staring at the gorgeous Redhead. Even after cumming her hair merely looked freshly-fucked rather than in any way out of place. Allah, Mary-Jane was gorgeous! and wearing Ava like she was, Ava's dark leather pressed against her body, her creamy white breasts emerging from her darker brown cups.

Allah... What would Mary-Jane look like wearing... her?

MJ stood, smiling as she noticed Kamala's stare.  she lifted her arms, letting her hair flow around her as she turned, showing off the tight top, the sleek panties, and the creamy skin between.  "Mmm, Jessie, mind bringing my toybox?  I think Kamala needs a second go-round..."

An assistant, a mousy brown-haired girl with a freckled face and a blush scurried off to grab a box from the corner. 

"You're going to... play with me? With your toys?" Kamala asked, a curious mixture of bashfulness and hope running through her at the thought.

"Yup!"  MJ smirked down at the freshly-fucked teenager, stepping around and giving another little pirouette, smiling as Jessie came back with the small box and taking it from her off-camera.  "Thanks Jessie."

"What are you going to use?" Kamala asked, eagerly, her body glistening with sweat, her pussy stained slightly red from the remnant of her popped cherry.

"Oh, I have a few options here..."  MJ gave a grin as she stepped around the spread-legged girl, caressing Kamala's thigh in passing as she leaned over to give the camera a perfect shot at Ava's stitched-shut pussy, setting the box on the table beside Kamala's chair.

"Oh, I have a few options here..."  MJ gave a grin as she stepped around the spread-legged girl, caressing Kamala's thigh in passing as she leaned over to give the camera a perfect shot at Ava's stitched-shut pussy, setting the box on the table beside Kamala's chair.

The box opened, and MJ lifted out a toy, a little intimidating, a couple inches thick, and maybe eight long.  It had a sort of cogwheel thing at one end, and the other tapered to a bullet point.  It was almost exactly the same skin tone as MJ herself as she smiled knowingly down at Kamala.

"What's that?" Kamala asked, curious, but with a fairly good idea about how it would be... used on her.
1:36 PM Masterson: "It's a vibe wand."  MJ smiled sweetly as she fiddled with the cogwheel at the one end.  "Once it gets turned on, it'll turn *you* on.  And I can even fit it inside you..."

"In- Inside me. But I-" Kamala's eyes bulged, "Is that how..."

She wasn't sure what to say as Mary-Jane switched the vibe on with a soft low, buzz, using the cogwheel.

"Will... I..." Kamala gathered her courage with a deep breath.

"Use me, please? I want you to..." She hesitated but forged onward, her brown eyes on the vibe in Mary-Jane's hand. "I'm yours to use."

"That you are.  You already signed the paperwork."  MJ smiled pressing herself against the side of Kamala's chair, gently teasing the girl's inner thigh with the vibe, and letting her feel how the egg vibe inside her is making MJ aroused.  The vibe's tip ran smoothly along Kamala's inner thigh, teasing along her mound, and avoiding her pussy entirely on the first past, getting so tantalizingly close but not actually touching her yet.

"Do you like it? Using girls like me before you... snuff us?" Kamala asked, the soft buzzing of the toy louder in her ears for what it represented.

"I do."  The tall redhead smiled softly down at her.  "I don't seek it out, but every fan that gives me her life is a special treat."

She leaned down to give Kamala another soft kiss along her earlobe, as the vibe came back for another pass, this time getting even more tantalizingly close to the soft, brown pussy.  "I want to pleasure them as much as wearing them pleasures me...  I've even cum while wearing them, just like Ava here is making me soooo hot right now."

"What other outfits do you have?" Kamala asked, shivering with need.

"Mmm, counting you, nearly a dozen."  At Kamala's shocked expression, MJ grinned and touched the vibe to the girl's thick, juicy clit.

"Mostly lingerie, like Ava here...  But a few I could wear out and about, like you will be.  I'll be able to wear you out to the beach, and that'll be a delightful time..."

"Nearly a dozen..." Kamala marveled. "That's a lot of girls snuffed to fill your closet..."

"Heh, only yes, many.  Some are sets of bra and panties like these, others I got corset and stockings from.  One lovely girl, Ororo her name was, such deep brown skin she had...  I got a wonderful set of leather leggings from *her,* and her boobs were so big they even added a pair of pockets for me from the excess leather."

"What sort of... When you wear them, Do you... remember them? The girl they're made from, I mean?" Kamala asked, clearly trying to keep her unbridled inner fangirl at bay even as the *need* inside her grew.

"I do... Every time I put them on I remember just what it was like to *snuff* them. To watch the light fade from the eyes of one of my fans as they give their life for me, cumming to the very end. That feeling will never get old." Mary-Jane replied, *pressing* the vibe *hard* into Kamala's clit to elicit a needy yelp of pleased surprise.

"And now your closet's full of girlskin..." Kamala marveled.

"Nearly enough for two weeks of wear, not to mention...  accessories..."  MJ's eyebrows bounced in lewd suggestion.

"Accessories?" Kamala gasped.

"Mmhmmm...  Several of them gave me their girlpearls, as a memento."  MJ grinned and leaned in to whisper in Kamala's ear. "I had one set of twins, they asked that their pearls be made into a sextoy for me.  Four little spheres of polished resin, with their ovaries inside, waiting for me to ge home and pop them all into my pussy..."

"Girlpearls!?" Kamala yelped. She knew what they were. Ovaries, coated in resin. Technically, they were the one girlskin product that you didn't *need* to snuff a girl to get. She'd heard of a girl in her school, a lesbian who Mike had a crush on but who was dating someone else, who had had hers harvested to give to her lover as proof that she'd never want babies... or anyone other than her girlfriend. Mike had complained about it for half a day, saying that even if she did get to date the girl now, it would be awkward, knowing that another girl owned such a precious part of her.

Of course, just because they *could* be harvested and leave the girl alive, doesn't mean that that was what *usually* happened.

"Mmhmmm...  I was wondering what you had decided to have done with them.  Because, if you haven't, I have a few ideas..."  The vibrator tip wandered up Kamala's lower belly, teasing her ovaries through the flesh of her belly, seeming to seek out those hidden treasures lurking in her hot flesh.

"I... I hadn't even thought-" Kamala blushed. "It... I didn't think you'd want... mine?" Kamala shivered as Mary-Jane traced figure eights in tight circles over and across her ovaries, turning the Desi girl on even more.

"Mmmm, I ran into one of Eva's college friends after Eva was snuffed, you know? She'd bought Eva's at auction had them made into a necklace...  She's added the girl pearls of every girl she's had sex with since, and every girl in her closet too..."

"A... necklace? But that's so..." Kamala looked down at her body, as if staring through her skin to where her own ovaries hid, blushing. "Public."

"Mmhmmm...  that's the point."  MJ smiled softly and pressed the tip of the vibe more firmly into the dark-skinned girl's flesh.  "Your pearls.  on a string.  Around my neck.  Showing off your pearls, as I show off your burkini..."

"You'd lose them in the surf!" Kamala pointed out, logically, gasping as she felt her ovary vibrate from the pressure. It almost hurt, almost, and... in a good way.

"Mmmm, that's true..."  MJ tapped her lower lip with her free fingertip in a thoughtful way, then grinned down at Kamala.  "Not if I had them set on a choker, though..."

"A choker? With... just my two? wouldn't that look strange?" Kamala asked, whispering, her sex flushed and wet as the camera watched them.

"Mmmm, maybe...  unless you've got a better idea?"  \\ o,o  because I'm blanking on one.

"You could wear me to... parties instead? Or... Have a full girlpearl necklace? Not just me but... a full string of other girls you snuffed on a pretty silver chain." Kamala suggested.

The thought of her pearls as part of a trophy collection of other girls whose lives her crush had ended... stoked something inside of her.

"That's an idea..."  MJ smiled, a genuine smile not just a smile for the camera and leaned in to give the girl a soft kiss.  "I think I'll do that then.  Your pearls the first ones on my own necklace..  souvenirs of the girls I've snuffed..."

"Mmmmmm!" Kamala's pussy blazed with *need* as Mary-Jane announced her decision. "Please... the toy..." She begged, panting breathlessly as she stared at her flushed, wet lips. "F-fuck me?"

"Oh, I think you are well and truly fucked now, Kamala."  MJ smirked wickedly at her, slowly teasing her way down towards the girl's mound, letting her womb and pussy feel the incoming vibration before the tip rested right on her mound.  "But if you ask nicely, I'll most certainly fuck you with my toy right...  here..."

"Please... Miss Watson. Please, fuck your new Burkini. Use me up before you snuff my slutty little Desi twat to make yourself a swimsuit!" Kamala begged, her hips bucking at the tip of the buzzing vibe.

"If you insist."  And with those light teasing words, the vibe sank lower, sending POWERFUL vibrations through the young girl's clit before delving lower and pressing deeper, parting her still-virgin folds and slowly, gently, tenderly spreading her never-fucked pussy.  Wider, wider, wider even than MJ's fingers had been, she felt so *full,* but so *good* as the vibration reached deeper and deeper inside her!

"Oh, Allah! That feels so *good!*" Kamala moaned as the smooth case of the vibe easily slid inside her slick twat buzzing within her as her soon-to-be owner *fucked* her for the very first time.

"Mmhmmm~  I always love using this bad boy..."  MJ murmured in Kamala's ear, smirking down at her, pleased that the girl is being so pleasured.  The toy delved in and out, deep and shallow, sending waves of vibration intensity rippling through the girl's unattended clit.

"It feels- it feels- It feels so so so good!!!" Kamala admitted with helpless abandon, her entire body jerking and clenching with each new twist and thrust from the gorgeous supermodel towering over her.

The sleek woman smirked down at her, leaning in to whisper in the Desi girl's ear. "Would you like me to lick your clit while I fuck your pussy, Kamala?"

"Yes! Yes. Whatever you want. Do it to me! Do it to me Miss Watson!Use me Uuuuup!" Kamala demanded, a clear thread of need in her trembling voice.

MJ needed no further encouragement.  As the camera panned around to watch from the side, she stepped back between Kamala's shuddering legs, steadying one with her free hand as she leaned in to slowly and teasingly lick at the girl's engorged clit.  She sucked it, she teased it, she fondled it with her tongue, and even lightly bit it as she pulled the vibe back, to fully infuse the girl's sex with the intense vibrations of the toy she was being *fucked* with it.

"I love you, Miss Watson!" Kamala gasped as tears of pleasure streamed down her face. "This feels so goooood!" 

MJ's eyes widened and she gave a delighted smile, sucking harder on Kamala's clit as she fucked her faster with the dildo.  Her fingers fiddled with it, ratcheting up the intensity, and she pressed the toy nearly full-length into the girl's clenching, well-lubed pussy

"I love you so much! You deserve to wear me! you deserve to *snuff* me!" The dark-skinned girl writhed, shuddering and bucking hard as she was -fucked- so deep!  The vibration seemed to rattle her ovaries in her flesh, sending wave sof pleasure racing through her, making her legs quake, still spread wide, knees tucked ove rthe armrests.

"Good girl." MJ's voice was a soft purr as she watched and feasted on Kamala's clit, feeling her heart rate racing as her engorged sex-organ throbbed against her tongue. "That's it, cum for me, cum for me, you beautiful burkini!"
"Yes! Yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Kamala cried out as Mary-Jane's dirty talk tossed her over the edge.

The dark-skinned girl shuddered, bucking urgently, her rump leaving the chair for a second before MJ pushed her back down with a grin.

"Thank you. Thank you for picking me.. I promise you'll look good in me." Kamala desperately tied to express her gratitude."

"I know, Kamala, I know..."  MJ slowly pulld the toy free of the gasping girl's sex and shut it off with a swift twist of her wrist.  She winked at Kamala, licking along the length of the toy that had been buried so *deep* inside her still-clenching pussy.  "Mmmmhh, so delicious...  I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did..."

"I did! That was... Amazing! The best sex ever." Kamala replied, with a happy grin, finally catching her breath.

"Well, lucky for you, it's the best sex you're ever going to have a chance to get."  The redhead snickered quietly standing up and setting the toy on the nearby table for later cleaning.  "C'mon, let's get you set up to snuff."

"Mmmm... You definitely deserve to snuff me after that. You'll enjoy it, right? Watching me die?" Kamala asked, hopeful that the model would, but slightly worried that the actual snuffing might not be Mary-Jane's thing.

"Mmmm, yup.  It's always fun to watch a girl snuff."  She gently pulled Kamala to her feet, helping the fresh-fucked girl find her balance.  "It feels so *good,* playing with myself as they snuff...  Watching as they get zapped, or stuffed, or decapitated, I always cum from that..."

She paused, giving a grin at the camera crews as they started shutting down the cameras, and leading Kamala off the stage and towards a door to another part of the set.  "There's nothing quite like watching the light die in a grateful fan's eyes, as she dies cumming her brains out...  for me..."

"Then... You don't have anything else you want to do to me first, do you?" Kamala asked,nervous and hopeful, but uncertain which answer she was hoping for, yes or no."

"Here, give me your hand." Mary-Jane Watson ordered, taking the Desi teen's hand when Kamala presented it and lowering it to her still covered pussy. "Feel how hot I am? How hot just the *idea* of snuffing you is making me?"

"I... I do!" Kamala marveled.

Mary-Jane shimmied a bit, pulling at the part of her leotard covering her sex. not much, just enough for her to slip Kamala's teen fingers beneath it.

"Feel how wet I am?" Mary-Jane asked as Kamala pressed her fingers against her soaked outer lips.

"Go on," MJ urged, "Stick a finger or two inside."

Kamala did, her fingers easily sliding into MJ's heavily turned on twat.

"You're *so* wet!" Kamala had never been that wet before! At least... not until she'd learned she'd won this contest. Not until she'd learned she was being snuffed by the supermodel in front of her.

"Mmhmmm... I am." MJ opened the door and winked as she lead Kamala inside. "And it's all because of you. It's all because right now? I'm going to get to watch you snuff."

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The snuffing chamber was filled with cameras.  Mary-Jane and Girlskin both wanted to capture Kamala's death from every single angle.  Kamala shivered excitedly when she realized that, that there would be a video of her snuffing released for Mary-Jane to enjoy, and maybe... and maybe her friends too.  Her heart skipped a beat when she realized that her snuff video would probably be how her family found out about her fate, but the idea of Mike, or Bruno, seeing her snuffed and turned into a burkini for an absolutely gorgeous supermodel...  Even if she hadn't signed the papers Kamala wasn't going to ruin her opportunity to live that fantasy... though, maybe 'live' wasn't the appropriate word for it. 
 
The room was well lit, with a frame in the center, consisting of a vertical post running up almost seven feet.  A crossbar fitted to the vertical post had a pair of cuffs dangling from the ends, the cable attached to the cuffs running into a set of pulleys.  Similar pulleys were installed in the ends of two additional struts angling down and out from the padded rest at about Kamala's hip height.  Most noticeable of all was the mechanism that ran along the vertical post, which had an adjustable head and neck-rest, with a very thick and business-like collar attached, that looked a lot more sturdy than the simple cloth collar Kamala had been expecting. 
 
“Oh, wow!” Kamala gasped as they entered the room. “Is that where I'm going to be-?” 
 
“Snuffed?” Mary-Jane grinned back. “It is! If you're lucky you might even get to cum a few times on the way out. It's going to be so fucking hot watching you writhe on that frame too... I'm really glad we're filming this." 
 
“Yeah...” Kamala trailed off as she reached down, almost unconsciously and brushed her fingers up and down her outer lips. 
 
She was *soaked.* 
 
"Well, let's not keep the cameras waiting, Kamala."  The gorgeous redhead smirked as she gently drew the dark-skinned girl forwards, gently turning her around and having her step up onto the slightly-raised platform.  Kamala had to rise on tiptoes to get her butt up onto the tiny little padded shelf, as MJ gently coaxed her into position.  "We've got to get you snuffed so they can start making me that lovely burkini you dreamed up for me." 
 
The redhead gave an eager smile, leaning close enough to press her leather-clad bosom to Kamala's gently pinning the other girl to the frame as she murmured quietly into the Desi girl's ear, "I'm soooo looking forwards to wearing your burkini, Kamala...  Masturbating while watching you snuff over and over again, wearing *you* while I cum, while watching you snuff, it's going to be sooooo good."

Kamala blushed hard enough for it to be visible through her light brown skin. “Oh, wow! Thank you! I'm glad you're looking forward to it! I promise I'll be the best burkini you'll ever wear! The sexiest too! I'll protect you so well from the sun!”

"That you will..."  MJ gave her a soft kiss on the cheek as she stepped to the side, gently taking Kamala's wrist and buckling the heavy leather cuff tight around it.  She stalked past the partially-bound girl and did up her other wrist the same way, greening at Kamala as she sank down in a spread-kneed squat and took the girl's right leg in her gentle hands.  "Mmmm, such good leggings you have..."

"They'll look even better wrapped around you!" Kamala gasped, more than just a little turned on by Mary-Jane objectifying her. "Allah... I wish I could see what you'd look like wrapped in my... Pussy."

The redhead shot her a gentle smile, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss on the lower belly, right above her ovaries.  "Mmmmm, and with your girlpearls on a necklace, I'll no doubt look absolutely stunning in my Kamala-skin burkini..." 

Mary-Jane moved across to the other leg, and finished buckling the cuffs in place, smirking as she straightened up and stepped out of sight behind the girl.  There were some soft ratcheting sounds and gentle pale hands reached past her shoulders to caress Kamala's face, jaw, and throat.  "Ready to get trussed up for snuffling, my sweet little burkini?"

"Yes. Yes... Please?" Kamala blushed, testing her bonds with her wrists as she pegged, her voice full of absolute *need.* "I'm a bad Muslim, and I need to be snuffed as an example to other bad girls..."

"Well, I don't know about that..."  MJ's soft, silky voice murmured in her ear as the thick, wide, heavy leather collar was drawn about Kamala's throat and mechanical clinks and clicks sounded from behind her head.  "Allllmost done, just one more thing to get set up...  In the mean time..."

A quiet click of a pressed switch heralded a soft whine, and suddenly Kamala's wrists and ankles were tugged swiftly and inescapably towards the ends of the rack, the cables drawn firmly, but not too hard until the girl found herself inescapably fixed in place, the colar snugged tight around her throat, running from the crease between throat and jaw, down almost to her collarbones.

"Mmmm... this feels nice." Kamala groaned, still able to speak. "What'll you be doing while I die? Playing with my pussy?"

The thought of Mary-Jane Watson, watching and playing with her as she died, still dressed in those iconic gloves, stockings, and corset made from Ava Ayala whose sight first turned her into the useless snuffslut in front of her was giving Kamala such a rush.

"In a manner of speaking."  MJ smirked as she came back around, stroking the girl's restrained arms, then cupping and kneading her breasts as she leaned in to give a wicked smile to the girl fixed into the snuff machine.  "I could just leave you here, you know, just snuff you without giving you the chance to cum..."

"But I'm not that cruel."  MJ smirked wider as a hatch opened on the floor, and a long, sleek shaft rose up between Kamala's spread legs.  It was easily as big as the model's wrist, and rounded off at the tip, where numerous electrodes were embedded in its smooth surface.  A longer, more slender rode rose beneath it, as it aimed itself for the unsuspecting girl's unprotected sex.  "So I'm going to have my not-so-little friend here take care of you while you snuff..."

"Ah! Than-!" Kamala started before the cold metal of the... dildo? started to press against her pussy.

"Mmhmmm. my little friend here is going to *fuck8 you, Kamala."  MJ smirked as she gazed enticingly at the restrained girl, as the machine slowed its ascent to grind slowly against the dark lips of Kamala's trembling pussy.  "The closer you get to snuffing, the faster and harder it will fuck you, unilll..."

The redhead backed off sufficiently so that Kamala could see all of her, and grinned wickedly at the restrained girl. "Meanwhile, I'm going to watch as the machine slowly tightens your new necklace until you can't breathe anymore.  If you're lucky, you might feel yourself cum as you lose consciousness."

"And... the... It looks like there's something on it?" Kamala asked, not able to move to actually see what was on the thing. "Are those bumps or...?" Kamala asked, trailing off.

"You'll see.  Or more accurately, you'll feel."  MJ smirked glancing aside as the door opened and a chair was discretely set inside.  She grinned and moved it to have a commanding view of the girl strapped into the snuff-machine, perching on the edge and leaning back as she let her legs fall open, caressing the stitched-shut pussy that she wore over her own sleek sex.  "Ready to start snuffing, my sweet sexy burkini?"

"I hope you cum, watching me die for you." Kamala spoke earnestly. "All my life I've tried to be a good Muslim girl, doing what I was told, avoiding sex, and parties with boys, and anything that could get me in trouble. I just... wasn't very good at it. I didn't realize why until I saw your ad together. You and... Ava." Kamala stared meaningfully at MJ's corset.

"You helped me realize that I wasn't *supposed* to be a good Muslim girl. You taught me that I was a snuff-slut. That I wanted to die for a pretty, sexy woman, like you. A Girlskin Bikini just waiting to be made. So... Thank you. Thank you for snuffing me." Kamala finished confessing, wriggling lightly in her bonds.

MJ was silent for a moment, then a soft, brilliant smile spread over her lips as she stroked up Ava's stitched pussy and slid her hand under the leather bikini.  "Mmm, that's perhaps the most heartfelt goodbye any snuffslut has given me, Kamala...  I'm going to enjoy cumming while watching you snuff, so very much!"

Someone was evidently watching the cameras, and that was a cue.  Even as MJ started slowly teasing herself under her Ava-pussy panties, Kamala felt her own pussy being slowly entered, spread, forced open by the thick toy out of sight beneath her.  "Feels good doesn't it?  It's nearly two-and-a-half inches thick, Kamala, and it's going to snuff you."

MJ's smile was delighted and wicked as she stared avidly at the girl, who's mouth opened only to emit a strangled noise.  The machine behind her gave a loud, ominous click, and the already-tight strap of lather across her throat tightened a notch.  "The machine is set to monitor your arousal levels, the closer you get to cumming, the tighter your strap gets."

"That's... gonna snuff me so fast!" Kamala protested, half-strangled.

"Then I suggest you figure out a way to avoid getting too aroused, Kamala."  MJ already was lifting her hips, pushing the panties down and sliding them off her left leg, allowing Ava's pussy to slide down to her ankle as her now-bare pussy was exposed to Kamala's eyes for sthe first time, glistening-wet with MJ's own arousal.

"I'll try. I'll try to hold out until you cum..." Kamala promised, trying to think unsexy thoughts to distract herself as the dildo forced her open, bulges on the body of the fake cock driving into her rubbing against her pussy in new and exciting ways, each bulge hiding an electrode.

MJ's two middle fingers were plunging into her soaked sex already, working her sex with practiced debauchery, the model evidently greatly turned on by the session earlier and by watching Kamala's plight.  "Gorgeous girl, you're going to snuff waaay before I can cum, at this rate..."

"I... I can do it..." Kamala whimpered, fighting weakly against her bonds. Wanting to reach down and pull the dildo out. Or... farther in. "I can!" Kamala insisted, trying to think of unsexy thoughts. Like her fanfiction! superheroes punching evil suns... in... skintight body suits, just like she was about to be snuffed to become.

Behind her, the machine ratcheted another couple of ominous clicks, and the dildo finished pressing inside her, filling her pussy to the breaking point, pressed against her cervix and seemingly content to merely rest there for the moment.  "You'd better hurry, Kamala, it's about to start *fucking* you..."

"I... I can handle it," Kamala assured MJ in a manner that was anything but convincing. She sounded more hopeful than actually confident.  "You're going to look like a superhero, wearing your cute new Desi Burkini..."

"Mmmmm, I certainly hope so..."  MJ actually moaned that last bit, panting and steadying herself with one hadn on the chair the other plunging three fingers into her sodden sex, watching as the oh-so-thick dildo finally began to move, pulling out an inch or so, then thrusting back in until it pressed against Kamala's innermost sanctum, the seat and center of her womanhood, the thick shaft and knobbed surface beginning to twist as it oscillated inside Kamala's stretched teen pussy, teasing and tenderizing her sexmeat.

"It's... It's pressing against my cervix!" Kamala cried out as she felt the head of the dildo hit her tender inner ring. She bucked, trying to get away from the device that was killing her. She needed more *time!* just... just enough to make Mary-Jane Watson cum for her!

But then the devilish device pressed in deep against her, and her entire pussy lit up with pain and pleasure in equal measure, a sudden snapping sound from the dildo accompanying MJ's quiet gasp.  it almost sounded like the snap zapped MJ as well as she gave a pleasured coo, "Ooooh, there it is..  It's going to *shock* your pussy toooo, Kamala! Nnnnn!  It's going to *make* you cum, one way or the other...!"

"No! Ah! It hurts! I- It hurts so... good... I can- I can hold out." Kamala whimpered, gasping as the shocks zapped and numbed and *hurt.* 

"Do you... Like watching them torture my.. twat?" Kamala looked at her crush, her eyes wide and uncertain as the teen squirmed.

"What's it look like, Kamala?"  MJ was eagerly smiling as she fingered her pussy, bare from the waist down now, save for Ava's panties wrapped around lone ankle.  Three fingers stirred the model's sex as she panted and watched Kamala avidly, her gaze roving over the restrained girl from head down to her toes, and back up again, grinning as she spread her own sex and pinched her clit as the next sudden, shocking discharge slammed through Kamala's pussy, the dildo-machine ramping up the speed and amplitude of its pounding within the teenager's tight twat.

"A-! Allah!" Kamala gasped, the collar ratcheting shut with another thunderous click. It was getting hard to breathe. She was so... so horny...

"I'm- I'm dying... Mary-Jane!" Kamala gasped, bucking in her restraints. "I'm dying for you!"

"Yessss, you're getting *snuffed!*"  MJ shuddered gently, whimpering as she teased and spread her sex, watching as Kamala was finding it more and more difficult to breath, the dildo slamming up with machine-like insistence, pounding her pussy incessantly now in a constant rhythm that was slowly getting faster.  The fat knobs on the side twisted and scraped at her walls as the machine spun on its axis as well as pumped in and out inside of her, sending a third of those shocks hammering into her, but this time only when it was half inside.

The electrical arcing stabbed into Kamala's clit as MJ gave a startled gasp of delight, as the demonic dildo pressed deep into the teenager's twat, the miniature lightning cutting off as fast as it had appeared.

"Ah! It hurts! It-! Ah! It hurts so bad!" Kamala gasped, tears in her eyes. "Thank you! Thank you for *Snuffing* me!"

The collar clicked ominously.

MJ knew there were several notches left to go, but hearing Kamala's voice cut off in a strangled moan was one of the most erotic things, and she moaned wantonly in response, arching her back and bracing against he chair, caressing her leather-clad breasts and licking her lip as she watched Kamala struggle on the snuffing machine.  "Yessss, snuff for me, my gorgeous burkini!  Cum, and snuff, and die for me, so I can have my sexy swimwear!"

"Y-y-yyyyesss..." Kamala whispered, desperately pulling at the chains binding her arms. She wanted to... to! The collar ratcheted closed with another ominous click and Kamala let out a strangled gasp as she tried to save up her breath.

"Writhe for me, my sweet sexy girl..."  MJ's voice was a husky whisper, panting as she teased her sex slower now, long legs raised in a wide V, splitting open to show off to Kamala exactly how much watching her die was turning on the woman she loved.

Mary-Jane was wet. Pink and wet. She was- was gorgeous in her Ava Ayala lingerie set.

'She looks so good in brown.' Kamala thought as she struggled to breathe through the collar. 'I'm just her color! She's going to look fantastic wearing me!"

The thoughts raced through Kamala's mind as her pussy clenched around the dildo zapping her. 'It hurts so much!' Kamala thought as another loud snap leaped out as a ligtning bolt jumped from the dildo to her clit once more.

"Mary-Jane is loving it!' Kamala thought, her mind aflame with pleasure and pain. "Is hurting girls like me that sexy?'

MJ smiled at the girl's half-strangled question, chucking as another click tightened the thick leather around Kamala's throat.  "Of course it is.  You're gorgeous, and you're even more gorgeous when you're in the grip of pleasure and pain.  I can't wait to watch you snuff, Kamala, cum!  Cum for me, and snuff for me!"

"I'm cumming!" Kamala whispered, actively fucking the dildo now. The collar clicked to it's final setting. Just enough that Kamala wouldn't be able to get enough air to replace what she was losing. Enough to prolong her agony as she slowly snuffed. The Dildo would finish driving the air out of the sexy dying Desi girl.

Kamala's hips rolled urgently, her breath heavy, strangled gasps that didn't really give her enough air.  Her entire body shuddered, struggling in a desperate instinctual bid for life, as the dildo slid deep inside her and began rapid sequential discharges, pummeling her pussy even as it spun and twisted inside her, shocking her pussy-flesh with enough voltage to make her convulse and drive out what little breath she had left.

MJ's own legs were shuddering now, same as Kamala's were, the redhead's screams of pleasure growing faint in Kamala's ears, muted, as things began to darken around the edges of her vision.  MJ was central, the cumming, shuddering model watching her with avid eyes, until they rolled up in her head and she shuddered in her own orgasm,, even as Kamala felt her own body clutching to whatever pleasure could be gleaned from the punishment her stretched pussy was being subjected to.

"I'm... dying..." Kamala smiled deliriously as she used the last of her air to call out. "I'm-" She choked, gasping, unable to say anything else.

Her mouth hung open, her legs shuddered, unable to pull away from the tight restraints, her arms locked in place, and her belly being pummeled by the thick, long shaft of the dildo grinding mercilessly in her nethers, tenderizing her pussy-meat with its electrical shocks and merciless machine-like pounding.

"God, yes, that's it, Kamala!"  MJ's hot, gasping moan drew the dying girl's dwindling attention.  "Cum for me, die for me, give me my sweet, sexy burkiniiiii!"

'This is it!' Kamala thought as she came, her pussy juices sizzling as the dripped off the dildo onto the floor. 'I really am a sexy snuffed burkini. I hope... she looks... good in me.' Kamala pled as her eyes rolled upwards, pleasure ramming through her brain and body as both died. She was dying. Fucked to death for a place in a bisexual supermodel's closet. She really was a terrible Muslim. But she was... a great snuff-slut.

She couldn't move her legs anymore.  She couldn't do anything other than struggle to breathe, her vision was growing dim, but she could just about see movement.  Saw MJ rise from her chair, still naked from the waist down, stepping out of her Ava-skin panties as the dildo rammed home inside Kamala.

"God, you're going to make me so gorgeous..."  She could just about hear MJ's hot, thankful tone, felt hands gently cup her breasts, then stroke her cheek.  Felt lips against her own gasping mouth as MJ pressed against her.

The last thing she heard, before the wavering darkness in front of her eyes claimed her entirely, was MJ's soft, tender voice.  "Thank you so much, Kamala..."

Kamala smiled, unmoving, her pussy dripping on the floor in an obscene show of just how much being snuffed had turned the Desi girl on. she could feel lips on her forehead.

"I can't wait to wear you." Mary-Jane Watson whispered as Kamala's life finished fading from her eyes.

Kamala Khan was the sexiest snuffing yet, and Mary-Jane Watson would never forget her.

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Things had been great for Mary-Jane Watson since she snuffed her new Burkini last week. The promotional video and interview had already gotten over a billion hits on Viewtube, with even more hits on the uncensored pornographic version which included the Desi girl's actual snuffing. Girlskin had already offered her a new multi-year endorsement deal. Not bad for a Model and actress close to reaching the average age of retirement for women in both professions. 
 
It had been a bit of a frantic week, since they'd needed to fly out to LA after the girl was snuffed to get some beaches to shoot on; but with all the shooting done, it was time to actually relax on the beach with her new burkini! 

The sunbrella was doing its work, and the sunglasses kept things to a less eye-watering glare.  The white sand beach glittered under the strong sunlight, as MJ lay spread out in her new burkini on a sleek beach chair, her swim-cap keeping her sleek red curls tucked up nicely against her head.  Made from Kamala's untouched womb, it helped keep salt and sea-spray out her luscious locks, for which MJ was grateful.

A figure was moving along the beach.  not too far away, but not too close either.  Dark purple swimwear over lighter skin, she seemed to pause as she got nearer.  "Hey, Haven't seen you around here before, you one of the summer renters or..?" The girl asked. She was asian, with black lipstick on and black eyesliner and the left half of her head shaved in a sort of undercut haircut that aggressively said teen goth.

"Yeah."  She lifted her sunglasses to give a smile to the approaching girl.  "I'm a bit new here, haven't had a chance to meet the neighbors."

"Well, I'm Nico." The teen offered. "My friends and I Inherited that place up on that cliff from our parents." the girl offered, coming closer.

"Oh wow! It that a Girlskin Burkini!? How'd you get one! They're still on pre-order after that Interview Mary-Jane Watson had with Kamala Khan. There aren't enough girls to fulfill orders yet, unless you bring in your own materials..." Nico stared.

MJ smirked and preened, posing a little with her sleek Burkini.  "Yup!  This one's the original."

"Oh, shit! You're Mary-Jane Watson! And that must be Kamala Khan! My best friend asked me to snuff for her after your ad with Ava Ayala!" Nico gasped excitedly as she got close.

MJ grinned and posed as she sat up, propped up on her hands and rubbing her Kamala-clad legs together.  "Mmmm, that's delightful!  Did you say yes?"

"I didn't..." Nico mentioned regretfully as she stared as the way Kamala's brown breasts spread to turn into a single set of cleavage across Mary-Jane's own; the Desi girl's nipples perfectly placed atop Mary-Jane Watson's by expert tailoring.

"She was headed off to marry this Princess and... Well, it's kind of a mess." Nico admitted, still staring

MJ couldn't help but notice the stare, and smirked a little, rocking her chest a bit to make the snuffed girl's stiff nipples sway in the salty sea breeze.  "Mmmm, but you wanted to snuff, right?"

"A little, yeah. But... I wanted to be talked into it. And for it to just be... I don't know. I didn't even realize I liked her like that until she asked. Didn't realize I liked *girls* like that, and then I reacted bad, and a day later she had this fiancee..." Nico admitted, clearly distracted by the show Mary-Jane Watson was putting on for her.

"Well...  Kamala here's all well and good, but there are times when I want to work on my suntan..."  MJ had spread her legs, letting her knees hang off either side of the beach chair as she smiled up at Nico, giving her an appraising look and a grin.  "Think there might be a way to... accommodate both of our needs?"

"I... can you show me more? Of Kamala, I mean?" Nico asked, her eyes darting down to Mary-Jane Watson's Kamala Khan-covered crotch.

The model glanced pointedly around the empty beach and gave a grin.  "I think I could accommodate you..."
Nico approached, kneeling on the towel, between Mary-Jane Watson's legs. From this angle, it looked natural, Kamala khan's pussy looked like a Desi girl's cunt. no outward signs that it was actually part of a garment.

"It looks so lifelike." Nico said as she stared at the thick inner lips.

"I had them take extra care to preserve her pristine little sex."  MJ smiled softly as she lifted the skirt, Kamala's stretched belly-leather covering her hips normally

"Fuck. That's so hot... Does it... does she still work? Like a girl would, I mean? Can you open her?" Nico asked, leaning in.

"Mmmhmmmm.  Why don't you try her and see?"  MJ grinned, leaning back and angling her hips to better present Kamala's pussy to the new near-stranger.

Nico reached forward and pressed her fingers against Kamala's thick, barely wrinkled inner lips.

"They're warm!" Nico gasped as she touched them.

The lips were almost certainly heated by a combination of the sun and Mary-Jane Watson's own body heat, but... warm; like a real, living girl.

"Of course they're warm!"  MJ giggled, smiling up at the other girl, and giving a quiet little gentle hum of pleasure at the gentle teasing of her Kamala-pussy.  "They've been tucked between my legs all day and right up against my pussy..."

Nico pulled Kamala's lips apart with slightly more resistance than she expected, though not enough to stop it being easy. They practically peeled apart, and as Mary-Jane Watson's own beautiful cameltoe was revealed beneath then, Nico Minoru saw why. 

There was a seal, like in plastic freezer bags. Kamala's lower lips zipped together to keep the suit water tight!

"Mmmmm...  like what you see, Nico?"  MJ grinned, spreading her Kamala-clad legs a little wider, the snuffed girl's pussy parting in simulated eagerness, revealing MJ's own, sleek, juicy cleft.

"Oh my god. that's amazing! She keeps you from getting wet?" Nico gushed.

"Heh, far from it."  MJ hummed a little, reaching down to stroke Kamala's thigh clinging tightly to her own.  "If anything she gets me *more* wet wearing her than if I went nude into the surf...  Just wearing her is so...  arousing..."

"Fuuuuuuck." Nico drew the word out as she stared at Mary-Jane's sex. It *was* absolutely soaked! Fuck. How hot would it *be* to wear another girl like that!

Or... to be worn.

"You'd need to see me naked, right?" Nico asked, pushing the purple strap of her bikini top off her shoulder subconsciously as she reached back to unhook the clasps at the back. There was something beneath the fabric. two things, right at where Nico's nipples should be.

"Mmhmmmmm, *if* I was going to size you up for next set of girlskin..."  MJ grinned a little as the girl shed her top, her eyes widening a bit at the nipple jewelry.  "Oh my...  that would be risque..."

Nico's nipples were pierced with a set of spikes. One each, horizontally across the nipple, with flared conical points at both ends.

"They probably aren't water tight..." she admitted, flicking one, and enjoying the feeling as it bounced back. "But they're very hot."

"Mmmm...  well I probably wouldn't be wearing them into the water..."  MJ's smile widened at the girl's touch on her own nipple.  "Probably just for sunbathing...  you know, to work on my tan..."

"Right. I'm not saying 'Yes', but... You don't mind if we take this farther, right?" Nico asked, pulling her bikini bottom down to reveal a cute sandy-colored cameltoe with a spiked ring around an engorged, nipple sized clit.

The style matched the spikes through Nico's nipples, but it added a metal ring with pairs of spiked on either side of the two ends of the original bar.

"NOo, I don't mind..."  Mj's smile widened as Nico pulled the side-ties on her bikini and pulled it away to reveal her clit.

"Ohhh, my, that's...  that's actually very hot..."  MJ's eyes widened and she gave a delighted smile, reaching out as the other girl came closer to the side of her chair.  "May I?"

"Feel free. I've never actually,... You know, with a woman? But... I guess if I was going to, a gorgeous supermodel would be perfect," Nico replied, with a grin.

MJ's fingers caressed the bared petals, and especially the beringed, pierced clit, stroking the sensitive, exposed flesh and teasing the other girl's transfixed clit.  "Mmmmm...  you've got a gorgeous clit, Nico... Hell, a little bigger, and you could fit a bullet vibe in there..."

"You could probably stretch it if you snuffed me for it. Fit one in that way? But... The piercing's actually already a vibe." Nico reached down and twisted one of the spikes and the bar began to buzz through her clit.

"Nnnngh! See?" Nico gasped, reaching to turn it back off.

"Ooo, delightful.  I might install an extra battery, but that's fine the way it is, then..."  MJ's palm cupped and drew Nico in closer by the pussy, smiling up at her.  "Mmmm, and you're almost exactly my shade too...  A bit more tan and...  yeah, I could totally use you for getting tanned..."

"Do you tell all the girls you meat how gorgeous you'll look in them?" Nico asked, impressed despite herself.

"Most of them."  MJ gave a grin. and reached down to caress Kamala's sex  "Mmmm, but right now, I'm all juicy, and you're just getting me all worked up...  How about you do something about that before we discuss thigns further..."

 "Yeah, I could do with a snack." Nico admitted, leaning down so her face was inches from Mary-Jane Watson's Kamala-clad twat.

"Fuck my face?" the Asian goth offered.

Mary-Jane grinned and wove her hand through Nico's short, black hair.  "Sure."

And she yanked the other girl between her legs, grinding her face into her Kamala-skin pants, and through them to her own pussy.

'Fuck.' Nico thought to herself. 'I'm wetter than I've ever dreamed of! And how often do you get to fuck a supermodel? Or be snuffed by one? I bet Karolina'd love seeing it too...'

Nico tried to bring up the idea of filming it, but couldn't speak through the pressure of Mary Jan's soaked folds against her face.

well, maybe now wasn't the time for conversation anyway?

The End.