Kazu would have his pictures, but he didn't want to take too much of Kei's time. She was the one who decided to progress things; he figured it would be rude to take time for a full photoshoot. Three pictures was all he bothered with. Through those, he captured that first visual, another that managed to catch the blush on Kei's face, and one more for good measure. With that out of the way, and her legs clearing a path by his own efforts, Kazu was urged to hurry in a strangely soft way. "Oui madame♥~" he said gladly. A withdrawal of his hips allowed Kazu to line himself up to Kei's entrance properly. His member was lowered and pressed to a hole he so recently confirmed the moisture of for several minutes. Slowly but surely, a forward thrust had him feeling that hole stretch around his girth while the hammock swayed just slightly in either direction.
So casually did Chizuru admit to her plan. It was once again interesting to see someone he'd known for so long in their earliest forms. She'd always been so direct, it seemed. Her plan didn't even take into account the chance of Xiao rejecting her offer ─ not that he ever would have. "Not many girls would admit to being that much of a slut," he claimed. Moving on, Chizuru apparently didn't care if going through with her suggested act made her abandon the idea of Akira. Everything about Xiao should have implied he had less to work with than the other male, but perhaps she had a better sense early on than he gave her credit for? Whatever the case, all he needed was her certainty. Xiao had no doubt how things would end by the time they finished... but her absolute agreement would be a trigger for something unperceivable: a shift of their existences and everything around them into a different realm currently outside of time. Chizuru would neither see nor feel anything different unless she left her apartment, but there was still a condition to be met regardless. "Katto? That works. Anyway, you've been talking a lot. Prove how dedicated you are to abandoning everything you've built so far on an unknown," he demanded. Whatever form it took, Chizuru's proof would be the trigger necessary.
While Xiao looked for proof of Chizuru's dedication, Akira was proving his own in a way. He was completely immersed in the licking of Kokusei's ass... at least until she decided to answer his greatest hopes and dreams of the evening. Beyond the fountain of semen that had been cascading down his cock and worked around by her hand, there was a sudden feeling of warm lips ensnaring it. A tongue was applied immediately, and little to no hesitation went into the full consumption of the tool. All the way in Kokusei's throat before he even rationalized what was happening, Akira had little choice but to stop his own tongue's movements. His body froze, apart from hips that were showing seizure-like symptoms. The oozing stopped temporarily, if only because an explosion was happening in the purple-haired woman's throat mere seconds into the act. Though Akira's tongue was no longer swirling, there may have been a stroke of luck. It did remain extended, and the jerking motion that accompanied his latest expulsion had him lunging forward... which of course meant his tongue was thrusting right into her rectum. Akira still counted zero losses.
So casually did Chizuru admit to her plan. It was once again interesting to see someone he'd known for so long in their earliest forms. She'd always been so direct, it seemed. Her plan didn't even take into account the chance of Xiao rejecting her offer ─ not that he ever would have. "Not many girls would admit to being that much of a slut," he claimed. Moving on, Chizuru apparently didn't care if going through with her suggested act made her abandon the idea of Akira. Everything about Xiao should have implied he had less to work with than the other male, but perhaps she had a better sense early on than he gave her credit for? Whatever the case, all he needed was her certainty. Xiao had no doubt how things would end by the time they finished... but her absolute agreement would be a trigger for something unperceivable: a shift of their existences and everything around them into a different realm currently outside of time. Chizuru would neither see nor feel anything different unless she left her apartment, but there was still a condition to be met regardless. "Katto? That works. Anyway, you've been talking a lot. Prove how dedicated you are to abandoning everything you've built so far on an unknown," he demanded. Whatever form it took, Chizuru's proof would be the trigger necessary.
While Xiao looked for proof of Chizuru's dedication, Akira was proving his own in a way. He was completely immersed in the licking of Kokusei's ass... at least until she decided to answer his greatest hopes and dreams of the evening. Beyond the fountain of semen that had been cascading down his cock and worked around by her hand, there was a sudden feeling of warm lips ensnaring it. A tongue was applied immediately, and little to no hesitation went into the full consumption of the tool. All the way in Kokusei's throat before he even rationalized what was happening, Akira had little choice but to stop his own tongue's movements. His body froze, apart from hips that were showing seizure-like symptoms. The oozing stopped temporarily, if only because an explosion was happening in the purple-haired woman's throat mere seconds into the act. Though Akira's tongue was no longer swirling, there may have been a stroke of luck. It did remain extended, and the jerking motion that accompanied his latest expulsion had him lunging forward... which of course meant his tongue was thrusting right into her rectum. Akira still counted zero losses.
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