Chika was a big girl. Well, she was something ─ mostly a lass who could reach orgasm from having a man's fist force its way into her ass. Her therapist would be forcing his fist deeper, twisting it against her rectal walls as his cock struggled to pump into her canal ─ which was now significantly tighter for more than a single reason. "That's right. You're a big girl, Totsuka-chan. A big, slutty masochist. And that's alright. As long as it's making you happy without harming others, you'll keep being exactly that. Won't you, my dear patient?" he asked almost rhetorically, ending with a firm slap to the girl's backside.
Meanwhile, Yugi was learning more about the girl called Chizuru. She was a rental girlfriend, a cosplayer, a self-employed sex worker, and a would-be maid at a maid café. There was one more thing she could possible add to her resume, but that was just a potential that might come up relatively soon. Beyond that, Chizuru presented the notion that death was the ultimate grand finale. Yugi agreed, but he also disagreed. "Can't have an encore if you blow up the stage and behead the actors at the end," he retorted. The topic of 'road head' was treated like an impossibility, but surely the insane lass riding along with him didn't have a problem with obstructing his sight. Even if she did... logic disagreed with her clause. "It's not like you couldn't just hold it at an angle. Big doesn't mean immobile," he argued just as an intoxicated Chizuru began reaching for his cock regardless. Yugi started considering taking the scenic route by missing a few turns on purpose, thinking he could get car-related debauchery off his bucket list in one or two ways today. The drug was obviously affecting her in ways he'd yet to even look into. "Guess I didn't have to tell you that last part. You look like you'll give up caring in about... six seconds?" the lad mused while GPS was rerouting from the first skipped turn.
Meanwhile, Yugi was learning more about the girl called Chizuru. She was a rental girlfriend, a cosplayer, a self-employed sex worker, and a would-be maid at a maid café. There was one more thing she could possible add to her resume, but that was just a potential that might come up relatively soon. Beyond that, Chizuru presented the notion that death was the ultimate grand finale. Yugi agreed, but he also disagreed. "Can't have an encore if you blow up the stage and behead the actors at the end," he retorted. The topic of 'road head' was treated like an impossibility, but surely the insane lass riding along with him didn't have a problem with obstructing his sight. Even if she did... logic disagreed with her clause. "It's not like you couldn't just hold it at an angle. Big doesn't mean immobile," he argued just as an intoxicated Chizuru began reaching for his cock regardless. Yugi started considering taking the scenic route by missing a few turns on purpose, thinking he could get car-related debauchery off his bucket list in one or two ways today. The drug was obviously affecting her in ways he'd yet to even look into. "Guess I didn't have to tell you that last part. You look like you'll give up caring in about... six seconds?" the lad mused while GPS was rerouting from the first skipped turn.
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