Jiro thrusted her crotch forward and stomped the ground, reassuring herself as the ruler over her ass. She took a jittery step forward when Kaminari went limp behind her, his head tilted to the side with a dopey grin stretched across his beet red face. He drooled and stuttered over his words as Jiro swung her hips in carefully measured bursts, all the while shaking her head. At least she could pretend to be normal. Once her legs settled at last, she turned on her heel and took Kaminari by the hand before lifting him to his feet once again. His warm, whimpering breath brushed down her neck until the hairs running to her head stood tall.
“C’mon, Kaminari,” Jiro grumbled, “don’t you want this ass? Don’t you want a piece of me?”
“I-I-I do,” he stammered. “Honest, I-I really, really do!”
“Well then what’s going on?” she asked him. “Why’d you let me stink face you just now?”
“Hey, you’re stronger than you look! I couldn’t stop you even if I wanted.”
“Then you’re gonna need to really want to ride me if we’re gonna get through this shit, Kaminari. Now stop dicking around and…”
“TAKE CON-TROL DEKU!!!”
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