Reyzon

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Sale price$169.99USD

COLOR: Shark Silver

Reyzon is always irresistibly charming… those slender, captivating eyes carry a playful tease.
With her lips slightly parted and her tongue gently slipping out, she seems to be inviting you in to play…

As you slide in, the first thing you feel is a snug, textured sensation that subtly mimics the delicate contours found deeper within, making you want to go just a little further…

Reyzon

Reyzon arrived on the Nothosaur Mainland with a hidden agenda. No one could truly say where she came from; all they knew was that from the moment she stepped into Ender Mechacity, the city’s nights seemed to burn a little brighter.

You could always find her in the local bars, perched in the dead center—the most conspicuous seat in the house. Neon lights pulsed and flowed across her synthetic armor, the glow sliding slowly down her curves as if the entire bar revolved around her. The rumors about Reyzon never ceased: some said she carried a secret mission, while others claimed she simply craved the thrill of being watched. But every story shared a single truth: she was as dangerous as she was breathtaking.

You realize you’ve been staring for far too long. By the time you snap back to reality, she has already caught your gaze. The moment your eyes lock, the floor-shaking bass of the bar seems to hit a mute button; the world shrinks until all that remains is the frantic, sharp thudding of your heart against your ribs.

Reyzon stands up. Her movements are fluid and precise, as if every inch of the distance between you has been pre-calculated. She walks toward you, her eyes burning with an intensity that’s almost searing under the neon glow, a bold, unmasked smirk playing on her lips.

She stops at your table, leaning in slightly with her palms resting on the surface. You find yourself unable to look away from her face—not even for a second. The next moment, her hand finds yours beneath the table, her fingers interlaced with yours.

"Shall we?" she murmurs, her voice brushing against your ear. "I know somewhere... much more fun."

A proposal like that requires no thought. Before you know it, you’re on your feet, being led through the raucous crowd and away from the flickering lights, heading toward the private suites upstairs.

Hardly waiting for the door to click shut behind you, she pins you against the brick wall. Her lips, surprisingly cool, crush against yours as her chest presses firmly into your own. Reyzon’s hand begins a slow, deliberate descent, finding the heavy ache already straining against your trousers. When she gives a sharp, playful squeeze, an involuntary groan escapes your throat, and your heart skips a violent beat.

Your pulse continues to spike as she devours you in a feverish kiss. She tilts her head back, trailing her lips away from yours with a lingering suction, her blue eyes piercing into you. The gaze alone sends a fresh jolt of longing through your lower body.

Slowly, she descends. Her cool lips trace a path of fire down your chest and abdomen, moving toward the protrusion beneath your belt. Reyzon’s hand rests on the buckle; she looks up at you, a silent, flickering question in her eyes. You nod.

As she slides your pants down, your turgid length springs free, brushing against her cheek. You feel that faint, metallic chill again, and for a fleeting second, you wonder if she is always this cold. But then, a sudden, velvety warmth envelops you. The heat and suction are so intense, so gentle, that a wave of pure electricity surges through you. You’re forced to steady yourself by cupping her face.

As she slides along you, you watch her features; she looks almost angelic—or perhaps something entirely different—but in this moment, she is radiant, as if she were engineered specifically for this act. She licks and teases, drawing you deeper as if trying to consume you whole. "Ugh... ah..." You gasp, hit by a sensation unlike anything you’ve ever felt.
Reyzon pulls back slowly, her warm breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. She begins to experiment, circling the tip with the wet point of her tongue... and a new wave of ecstasy begins.