I hear enough overproduced, auto-tuned, generally vacuous mainstream pop thanks to my two daughters' penchant for New York's Clear Channel flagship station, Z100. Director Jason Moore is best known for his work on the satirical Broadway musical, "Avenue Q." Film critic David Edelstein has this review of "Pitch Perfect."ĭAVID EDELSTEIN, BYLINE: I wasn't looking forward - no, in truth, I was dreading the a cappella college musical comedy "Pitch Perfect." Mostly, I'm suffering from an overdose of "Glee," which has a similar setting, and I also dreaded the music. But until then, you are not going to cum until you finish the song perfectly.Actress Anna Kendrick was nominated for an Academy Award for her supporting role in "Up in the Air." Now she stars in the film musical, "Pitch Perfect," in which she plays a college freshman who reluctantly joins the school's illustrious all-female a cappella group. “Use our safe word, if this is too much for you, pet. “Shoto!” You cried, nearly reduced to tears you needed to orgasm so bad. What makes you think you should get to cum? Wasn’t it you who insisted you were able to sing in a perfect pitch?” But with every advance, he pulled his hand back just enough so you never got the right amount of pressure you desired, “Look at you lifting your hips to meet my hand. Needy, mewling cries escaped you, your hips rising to meet his touch. “What a greedy girl.” Shoto dipped his fingers between your legs, applying a soft pressure to your aching clit. “Hmmm that wasn’t right either.” He told you, bending over to pepper kisses up your neck and jaw, “Start over.”Ī desperate whine escaped you, “Shoto PLEASE. The pro hero above you clicked his tongue disapprovingly, pulling the toy away from your dripping core. As you tried to continue singing, straining to hold steady beneath the wild bucking of your hips, your voice cracked. Your orgasm was approaching and you found yourself losing control of your own hips, your own body instinctively pursuing it’s release. “Keep going.” he told you in a purr, his eyes darkened with desire, “I didn’t say you could stop.”Ī loud groan, throaty and hoarse ripped from you, still grinding yourself down on the wand. The sudden intense stimulation ripped a loud, throaty cry from your throat, hips bucking helplessly against the toy. When you took a breath, a brief pause in between verses, Shoto pressed the wand roughly against your clit. Half crescent moons imprinted into your palms as your own nails bit into your skin, the rope rubbing the skin around your wrists red. You were drenched, so wet and teetering on the edge of your feverish lust that you clenched your fists tightly. Shoto nipped at one of your nipples, earning a shudder from you but no wavering in your voice. You strained to keep to your notes, knowing that a mistake would pull you further away from your orgasm. The wand lightly met your sex, the vibrations drawing waves of pleasure over you. You swiveled your eyes down to look at him, seeing his breath come out in white puffs, clearly from using his quirk on you. Goose flesh pebbled along your skin, icy kisses trailing down your torso. It was hard to maintain your pitch when his head dipped to lave open mouthed kisses to your collarbone, his lips chilled to the touch. Dichromatic eyes swirled with lust as he watched your throat move, tongue wrapping carefully around each note. Like he ordered, you started your song over, trying to not pay attention to the way he was touching you. You groaned when his fingers tweaked a nipple before continuing to slowly trace across your skin. “You know the rules.” was his simple reply, hot fingers tracing patterns across your stomach, “Start over.” “Shoto, please.” you begged, writhing in need beneath his gaze. Your desire was thick, laced with desperation and you were so aroused you felt like you were going out of your mind. He laughed softly as you arched your back trying to stretch yourself down to press against the vibrating toy. You whined, desperately twisting on the bed, hands tied above your head. “Ah ah ah.” Shoto chided, pulling the hitachi wand away from your aching core, “That wasn’t the right note.” Summary: You had bragged to Todoroki that you could sing in perfect pitch. Kinks: Light bondage, Edging, Orgasm denial
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