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UGH… What an atrocious day.
Narciso Anasui lay on his bed flipping through a magazine thoughtlessly, kicking his legs in frustration as he revisited the events of that evening, the reason for his misery. He sighed dramatically. Truly, how else could anyone feel after a second-rate hookup like the one he’d just had? His newest part-time lover (if you can even call him that) had been slacking off as of recently, and what started as somewhat exciting escapades to make out in the shadows quickly turned into stale, predictable jerk-off sessions. Today’s encounter sent Anasui back to his cell fuming with sexual frustration. All he could think to do was snag a Playboy from a few cells down in search of a quick nut to quench his thirst.
And here he was, browsing through the glossy pages in utter dissatisfaction, nothing quite to his liking. That is, until he saw it. The buck naked model staring shamelessly at the camera, legs splayed across the centerfold, caught his attention immediately. The picture left nothing to the imagination, and although the fairer sex wasn’t quite Anasui’s cup of tea, this one in particular brought out something in him. It drove home the realization that yet another subpar orgasm wasn’t enough. No, this dry spell required a more drastic approach. Could the organ blatantly displayed between the model’s legs be the solution to his predicament? Maybe not on its own, but it was a good place to start. Anasui trusted himself to come up with a suitable enhancement in good time. Desperate times call for desperate measures after all, and well, he was desperate enough to try almost anything. He smiled to himself in satisfaction knowing that he really could achieve almost anything with a stand as faithful and competent as Diver Down. Why not use it to help himself out of this sexual conundrum?
With the solution well within reach, Anasui felt his pent up frustration melt into curiosity and excitement. He decided to let his hunger build up for the time being, holding out for the intense release his scheme would surely bring when it came to fruition.
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Anasui catches himself buzzing with excitement on his way to breakfast the next morning. By then, all the facets of his genius plan were carefully thought out but for one little detail: there was no one to try it with. Needless to say, his incompetent soon-to-be-ex lover was out of the question. The guy really wasn’t good for much else than insipid blowjobs in the shower; certainly not worthy of his sly schemes and machinations.
Although he didn’t let the lack of a willing subject discourage him, it couldn’t wait forever; he was wasting away in neglect as it was, and wasn’t sure he could take it much longer.
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Upon arrival, Anasui picked an advantageous corner of the cafeteria to study his options, not getting in line. There were matters more pressing than breakfast at the moment.
He scans the room in search of potential subjects, twirling his hair impatiently. Already off to a rocky start, he discards a table full of guys he’s tried already. None to his liking or worth revisiting. Next!
A cute enough youngster standing in line caught his eye. Nope, looks inexperienced and Anasui likes the bigger kind anyway. Next!
A few rows from him, he spots a table with two unremarkable old lays sitting alongside an older looking type. That one’s new. Buzzcut, dad bod, not bad at all. But no. He looks too macho and making a pass at him might bring more inconvenience than what it’s worth. Ugh…
As despair washed over him, he crossed his arms and huffed in annoyance. For Chrissakes! You’d think there would be anything but a shortage of adequate cock at a men’s prison.
Moving on... His last option was a couple of scary looking guys sitting on a far off table, Anasui shared history with them alright. Just not the good kind. Even in times of scarcity he knew better than to start trouble unnecessarily. Best to steer clear.
Right when he’s about to admit defeat, he spots a familiar blue-clad figure from the corner of his eye tiptoeing his way to the furthest table, breakfast tray in hand. “Oh, that’s just Weather”. Hang on… Could it be? The final piece to his puzzle? Weather? After quickly evaluating his scant options, Anasui decides it’s worth a try. He was looking to change things up after all.
F.F.’s words came to mind, something about trying the exact opposite when looking for opposite results. Maybe the stupid bunch of plankton had a point…
On his way to grab whatever’s left for breakfast, Anasui catches himself fantasizing about what his friend might be hiding underneath that flashy belt buckle of his. By the time he’s met Weather at their usual spot, his mind has already come up with several ways to put those arms to work: against the damp shower tiles, on the piano… Mmhh, the piano… gotta put a pin on that one. Anasui almost licked his lips impatiently, scolding himself to slow the fuck down and focus on reeling in his unknowing victim first.
He acknowledges Weather with a nod before sitting down, drilling a hole with his gaze all the while. Their morning interactions were usually limited to Anasui filling the air with his ranting about this or that. Other days they just ate in comfortable silence. On this particular morning though, Weather seems to have picked up on the strange behavior right away and speaks up, proving, once again, to be more perceptive than his unconcerned eyes and quiet demeanor let on.
“What’s with you today?” Anasui keeps his eyes on his stale meal, avoiding eye contact and deflecting the question.
“Whatever you mean…”
“You’re acting strange.” Of course Weather knows him well enough not to fall for it.
“Must be your idea, I’m acting perfectly normal.”
“If you say so…” Weather prefers not to insist. He trails off while fishing a stubborn raisin off the now cold porridge on his tray.
They ate the rest of their breakfast quietly, until Anasui set his plan into motion by breaking the silence: “By the way, I have something to show you. Think you can stop by the ghost room tonight after dinner?” He does his best to sound casual.
“Sure”. Weather answers drily.
As he watched Weather stand up and walk away, Anasui couldn’t help but smirk to himself, boiling with excitement to finally share, and hopefully test, his brand new invention with a proper subject.
Anasui couldn’t deny that he’d always had the hots for Weather. But even a powerful stand user like him needed allies in Green Dolphin St., so he’d decided to simply acknowledge his friend’s mouth-watering pecs and move on. Not without the occasional ogling, of course. All in all, it wasn’t lost on him that Weather truly was one of the finest hunks the prison had to offer. The prospect of having him all to himself for a night sent chills of excitement down his spine.
The rest of the day passed in slow agony for Anasui. Haunted by the hot flush of anticipation while the hours dragged by, daydreaming of his long-awaited sweet release.
When it was finally time, he rushed to the ghost room, knowing that Emporio wouldn’t be there. Keeping a low profile wasn’t his forte, but he made it in one piece.
He called Diver Down immediately upon arrival and put them to work between his legs. While the flesh was being rearranged, he crossed his fingers, hoping that it would work out the way he’d been fantasizing about all day. Anasui had never seen his stand in a sexual way, but he couldn’t deny the reconstruction felt good. It ignited an unfamiliar hunger in him, an impatience to see where the night would take him.
Anasui took off his panties and stared at the unfamiliar organ with the help of a hand mirror. He positioned himself on the piano and spread his legs to get a better look at his creation. Not half bad! The endless hours spent at the library studying human anatomy for the sake of it had finally served some kind of purpose.
Although the pussy he saw on the magazine did inspire him, he didn’t want his to be as suspiciously sanitized; if he was giving himself a cunt, he just had to go all the way and give it his personal flair. Anasui continued to admire his work on the mirror: the deliciously thick and plush pussy lips framing pink folds, and bright pink pubes to really make it his own. A work of art in its own right, if you asked him. No need to be humble about it.
His brand new pussy glistened in the dim lights of the ghost room, already dripping from the strange stimuli of reshaping flesh, muscle, and nerve endings. The outside looked surprisingly realistic (sans pink bush) and sported an accurate inside to match, hopefully functional enough for tonight’s purposes; but by God he wouldn't be Narciso Anasui if he’d stopped there. For, you see, the star of the show wasn’t meant to be his skillfully constructed genitalia, but rather a contraption from the depths of his scheming perverted little mind.
Anasui had Diver Down engineer a system to stimulate his inner muscles by means of a tattoo in his lower belly. In short: any superficial touch it received would be reproduced in the form of a contraction of the vaginal muscles.
After sufficient observation, it was time to take his pussy for a test drive before the action. He hesitantly stroked the marked skin of his underbelly, unsure of how to feel about it. Soon enough, he found himself deepening the touch and gasping at the intensity, accompanying the stimulation with his other hand on his entrance and clit. The electric shocks reached depths like he’d never experienced before. His head began to spin and fog with lust at the thought of the possibilities that opened up before him. Surely he could come with just a few more… Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves! He stopped himself, satisfied with the workings of his pussy and not wanting to spoil his appetite for the night.
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A zooming sound broke the silence in the ghost room. Weather was here. As a stand user and Anasui’s friend, he’d been in all kinds of bizarre situations and considered himself hard to faze, but nothing prepared him for the sight that received him upon arrival.
Anasui’s sultry gaze pierced through him; his muscular thighs spread across the piano, wearing the white thigh high boots that he was so familiar with. Between them were the most exquisitely lubricated lips he’d ever laid eyes on. Or at least as far as he could remember.
Weather held Anasui’s shameless gaze while crossing the room, making his way to the ghost piano, their piano. What did this all mean?
“Anasui”
“Talk to me big boy”
“I thought… I didn’t know… How did…”
“I think you know how” Anasui let his silence speak for him.
“...Diver Down” Weather came awfully close to his face, acting more like himself as the shock wore off. “Is this what you wanted to show me?”
Again, he was met with silence. They both knew the answer.
“What am I supposed to do with this? That?”
Anasui caressed Weather’s thigh with his white latex-clad foot without dropping his gaze. He laid back on his elbows and pulled up his skirt to best display his hungry entrance, dripping invitingly. “You tell me, what do you want?”
There had never been a need for many words between them, and this time was no exception. All doubts and questions were dispelled by the growing hardness in Weather’s leather-tight pants, lifting his buckle. For a few long seconds, the sound of their labored breathing dominated the room, until Weather slowly threw Anasui’s leg over his shoulder and kneeled before the piano. Nothing else was said for the time being.
Weather kissed a trail along the soft skin of his inner thigh, slowing down to breathe in the welcoming warmth before him. Anasui had never seen his friend’s cold frown let any emotion through, and felt a pang of pride at discovering hints of pleasure in his relaxed gaze, looking up at him softly. It wasn’t enough to distract him from the pleasure shooting from between his legs though, for Weather’s mouth was as cruel as his eyes were gentle. Anasui felt himself slowly starting to unravel, leaking profusely and heat starting to build in anticipation for what’s to come. Ah yes… I like where this is going.
Weather licked his cheeks, nibbling on the delicate skin and teasing his inner thighs with light strokes of his thumb. At the sight of all the honey dripping out from Anasui’s slit, he couldn’t resist sneaking a taste with his firm tongue. His low groans of satisfaction felt incredible between Anasui’s legs.
For all his directness and pragmatism, his quiet friend was inclined to take it slow and savor every step of the way. Weather seemed to know exactly when to push and when to hold back, how to please him enough to build pressure and when to withhold to keep him hungering for more.
C’mon… don’t make me regret this.
‘Weather… stop stalling and get the fuck on with it. This clit isn’t gonna suck itself.’
Weather looked up from between his legs, hungry eyes doing all the talking. He held his gaze, diving back into the pink bush and stuck out his tongue, licking a slow line from his taint to his throbbing bud. Weather Report had never been one to beat around the bush anyways.
That first lick made Anasui tremble and hunger for more. His pussy clenched forcefully, the air leaving his lungs for a second. The response only encouraged Weather and assured him this was indeed going in the right direction.
Weather’s unrelenting assault had Anasui leaking all over his cheeks and thighs. The stimulus to his enlarged bud and his tender reddened folds was driving him up the wall. He was forced to reconsider his prideful nature; Weather’s mouth was making it increasingly hard to stay silent in the face of all this sexual torture. Anasui couldn’t give in yet, though, and did his best to even out his breathing. After all, the fun had only just begun, who would he be if he showed eagerness so early on?
His efforts were soon squandered by the sudden feeling of a stiff tongue inside him. He was caught off guard and let out a sharp gasp. Having his tender entrance tongue-fucked had Anasui clinging to sanity with all his might. The way Weather openly grunted and sent vibrations down his cunt definitely wasn’t helping.
Floating in a haze of lust, Anasui found himself in need of an anchor, a means of releasing his frustration somehow. The palms of his hands were raw from digging his nails into them, and the hard surface of the piano would only hurt his fingers. In the end, he gave into the urge to knock down his lover’s cloud-like hat and pull his hair forcefully, earning him a groan that shot right through him and shook him to the core.
Electricity pulsated from Weather’s scalp directly to his crotch, fueling his determination to please the demanding Anasui. The hitching breaths told him just how sensitive his pussy really was. He took a moment to admire the exquisite craftsmanship that must’ve gone into perfectly connecting all those nerves. His attention soon returned to the task at hand though, making him realize that so far he hadn’t brought out more than heavy breathing from Anasui. What he really wanted is for him to truly come undone and melt into his touch. And so he decidedly introduced and curved his index into the now hungrily pulsating entrance, earning him a surprised moan in return.
Weather’s finger made a squelching sound as he fucked in and out. Upon hearing those divine sounds, he stood up without a second thought and met Anasui’s heavenly mouth with his own.
Anasui would never know how many times he’d fantasized about this. While he’d been angrily caught up in his monologues, all Weather had wanted to do was shut him up with a kiss then and there.
Weather was drunk on his sighs and purrs of pleasure, and quickly gave into the temptation to introduce a second finger in that perfect pussy. Don't get it wrong, Anasui was used to gentleman callers visiting through his back door (more than half of the prison population, if we're being honest), but this stretch... It was something else entirely, the overwhelming new sensation had Anasui’s inner muscles clenching before his mind could even catch up.
Anasui was struggling to wrap his mind around all the new sensations. It was one thing reading up on the workings of these parts, but it all fell short compared to this. The stretch, the hungry warmth, the sleekness, the contracting of muscles … When he thought he could finally catch his breath, an electric feeling assailed his insides. Oh. That’s the spot.
Weather curled his thick fingers, carving his way in sensually, and rubbed up on the spongy skin. The heavenly stimulation gave Anasui’s virginal cunt no respite. He couldn't hold back a blissful sob, arching his back at the sudden stimulation of his g-spot.
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Anasui’s cries of ecstasy into his mouth, the obscene wet sounds, and the musk lingering in the tip of Weather’s tongue were all overwhelming his senses. There was still something missing though.
“Anasui, strip.” Weather commanded.
Immediately, he felt Anasui’s walls clench around his fingers in response as he did away with his skirt and skimpy top in one swift motion. As he was about to unzip his boots, Weather stopped him with a firm grasp of his forearm.
“Keep those on.”
Anasui responded with a lustful smile. “I like how you think, big boy.”
While Weather was taking in the view, a tattoo on Anasui’s lower belly caught his eye. That’s new. He quickly brushed it aside though, distracted by the plush pecs and silky skin suddenly on display. His hands were fully soaked with juices, Anasui quivering around his fingers, moaning into his mouth with abandon while his g-spot was still being massaged mercilessly.
Through the blissful haze, Weather couldn’t shake the feeling that he was somehow being kept in the dark; the Anasui he knew was prideful and malicious, and would only allow himself to moan openly if he still had the upper hand in some other way. That tattoo couldn’t just be a coincidence.
Anasui crashed at the sudden lack of stimulation as Weather quickly withdrew all fingers, his pussy pulsed emptily in protest. Still foggy, he could only frown and open his mouth in disbelief and frustration. There was no time to complain before Weather came close to his face and said: “You’re holding out on me… Is there something else I should know?” He gazed down to the shape on his lower belly in an attempt to make his point.
“I have no clue…”
“What is it?” Weather cut him off, no longer in the mood for Anasui’s mind games.
Anasui rolled his eyes in his usual irritated fashion, but his smirk let on that he was, in some way, happy to have been found out. “I intended to save this for later, but if you insist… You leave me no option. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He said dryly while guiding Weather’s hand to press the tattoo.
Weather was puzzled. He didn’t know what to make of the strange indications until he heard Anasui sucking in his breath, his gloriously flushed entrance contracting and twitching on par with his touch.
The discovery didn’t make Weather impatient in the least. On the contrary, it only intensified his desire to tease as he took his time exploring the workings of the tattoo. He started off with his hand flat on it, applying even pressure and rubbing the marked skin gently. Anasui bit his lip and let out soft moans in response to the firm, steady contractions in his loins.
The switch to feather light strokes drove Anasui crazy with frustration. He whined and contorted this way and that, trying in vain to intensify the sensation. The hungry burn was stimulating on its own though, and he was soon leaking painfully with each delicate contraction. “More…”
Weather answered his plea by stiffening his fingers and rubbing circles on the lowest part of the tattoo. Anasui sucked in his breath at the new sensation, the neural connections stemming from his belly ink carrying strong contractions to his entrance. His clit throbbed and stiffened from the internal waves of arousal; Weather’s hand pressed heavily on his underbelly. He wasn’t sure how long he could really last at this pace.
His lover caught on quickly and slowed the tempo by scratching the surface with his nails, sending light electric zaps all along his pussy.
Anasui was having an increasingly hard time controlling himself. He looked a total mess: biting his lip, refusing to let a sound escape his mouth, sweating profusely, tousled hair sticking to his face, and hand tightly gripping Weather’s wrist in hopes of decreasing the intensity of the hot shock and contractions assaulting his tender loins. “W… Weather, that’s enough.” He cried out, doing his best attempt at a menacing look and struggling to catch his breath. “Time to truly put this pussy to the test. I made it just for you, after all.”
After a few seconds of undecipherable silence, Weather answered with the solid thud of his belt on the floor. He freed his girthy cock from the constraint of his tight leather pants with a plain face. Anasui eyed the uncut leaking head presented before him, unable to contain himself and licking his lips lustfully at the glorious sight. So that is what you were hiding under there…
He met his hung lover’s ice cold fiery gaze and was about to lower down when he got stopped by a sudden pull on his bright pink hair. Any chance at objection was curved by a deep passionate kiss, followed by a whisper into his lips. “You said it yourself. Let me try that cunt, see if it feels as good as it tastes.” To that, he had no response other than a whimper, a greedy look, and to spread his legs expectantly.
Anasui brimmed with desire at the realization that they were on the same page. His goal for the night was to get fucked senseless and finally be able to release control. Weather had proven that he was capable of giving him just that, and he enjoyed the delicious release at the knowledge that he was in good hands.
Weather teased his hole and clit with the tip of his pulsating cock, pulling back the skin while massaging the lowest point of the tattoo, enjoying the contractions and grunting in unison with the other’s soft sighs. The light stimulation set Anasui’s belly on fire and made his head spin.
When Weather slid his head along the warm pulsating entrance, Anasui couldn’t help but to chase pleasure by pressing himself closely and grinding his hips erratically like a bitch in heat. Between the delightful juices coming out of his pussy and Weather’s precum, the room was flooded with obscene wet sounds.
“Weather…” Anasui whined in annoyance, unable to mask the desperation in his voice. “S… stop teasing and fuck me already.”
He could swear he saw a glimpse of mischief in those cool blue eyes. “If you insist…”
Weather put it in painfully slowly, palming Anasui’s underbelly and eliciting a contraction all along his aching pussy, groaning in response to the tight warmth enveloping him. Until he finally bottoms out, panting at the stimulation.
Anasui was sure that this was it. Time for his long awaited sweet release. How much more teasing was Weather capable of anyways? As he braced himself for the merciless pounding, his cervix contracted cruelly. Huh?! Weather’s delicious grunts met his ears as he used Anasui to stimulate his head.
Physically, the contractions and grinding felt like downright torture, not enough to feed the heat in his core. Mentally, however, Anasui was soaring with lust. Knowing that he was an object, a toy for Weather’s pleasure was doing things to him. The mere thought that Weather could easily finish himself off like this, ruin Anasui’s orgasm and discard him afterwards only intensified his hunger.
Despite the throbbing in his pussy, Anasui collected the last crumbs of his willpower into a final snarky remark: “Didn’t I tell you to hurry the fuck…” With a single powerful thrust into his g-spot, his facade crumbled entirely, and Anasui surprised himself with a scream coming from the depths of his soul. With his back curved on the piano, he wrapped his legs around Weather’s waist and felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. Even in the throes of passion, his muscular lover kept up and massaged the tattoo in tandem with his thrusts. The blunt hits to his g-spot and contractions were all Anasui could feel; he moaned at the top of his lungs with each pump of Weather’s powerful hips.
In the midst of the sexual bliss, Anasui congratulated himself on his choice; Weather might be a closed book, but he laid the pipe beyond his expectations. He was delighted to have found somebody worthy of his pussy, and, perfectionist as he was, wanted to see just how far he could really take it.
Faking a yawn, he poked “Now, Weather, is this the best you can do? Don’t tell me I fixed this pussy up for nothing.” All he got in response is an annoyed grunt.
At last, when he thought he was being ignored, Weather surprised him by lifting up his hips with both hands, leaving his shoulders on the piano and hitting his cervix head on.
Anasui gasped at the roughness of being manhandled, he loved being used as a mere tool for somebody else’s pleasure. Mmhhh… Weather really was putting all his muscle into it, supporting Anasui’s weight and continuing to thrust without missing a beat. He couldn’t help but lust at the sight of his pecs and biceps straining against the tight leather suit, looking even more plump and delectable than usual. Between the visuals and the direct stimulation to his cervix, Anasui was making a mess of his cheeks and thighs. The rough slapping of Weather’s hips against him quickly turned into sensual squelching sounds.
Blissfully high on the delightful stimulation, Anasui finally allowed himself to let go and show Weather how much of a mess he was turning him into. His face, distorted with each sob of ecstasy, was framed by silky hot pink, eyes rolling back and skin glowing with sweat and juices.
Weather teased, grinning slightly and looking down through his eyelids. “This good enough for you?” He knew the answer just by looking at the sexy mess moaning incoherently beneath him, but decided it didn’t hurt to give Anasui a taste of his own medicine.
“Fuck! Yes…” he moaned in response. “Use me. Make me your bitch”, Anasui whined feverishly while grinding his hips in desperate attempts to deepen their contact.
Anasui kept provoking Weather with his cheeky dirty talk. He knew his friend well enough not to expect a verbal response. The quickening of pace or throaty grunts he got in return for his efforts were more than enough.
Weather surprised him by moving one of his hands to place it flat on his exposed underbelly. He massaged the top of the tattoo again, sending deep electric contraction to his cervix and stimulating the tip of his sensitive cock. “You really like that one, don’t you…” Anasui said between breaths as they both moaned in unison and pressed against each other.
At that point, Weather was properly jerking himself off with Anasui. He stroked the tattoo as he pleased, alternating between pumping his hips and grinding against his lover’s sore pussy. Anasui was in a delicious haze, completely at the mercy of Weather’s hands and cock. Weather surprised him at every turn, manipulating his vagina and treating him like a human fleshlight. The thrill of the unpredictability made his cunt throb even more.
There appeared to be a method to the madness though. Weather would start off by teasing the head of his cock with the top of the tattoo, using lighter touches with the pads of his fingers. In time he intensified the touch, building pressure in Anasui’s walls and picking up the pace skillfully. Finally, he’d stimulate his whole length with firm rubs on Anasui’s abdomen and ram his cervix head on. When Anasui thought he couldn’t take it anymore and was sure he’d come at any moment, Weather would slow down and start all over again. Weather was stretching it out beyond Anasui’s expectations, he surely couldn’t stop himself from spilling over the edge much longer.
Weather’s thrusts soon got more erratic as he elicited increasingly aggressive contractions on Anasui with his hand, chasing release.
He climaxed with a deep grunt, digging his nails into Anasui’s asscheek as he pumped him full of cum.
“Fuuuuck…” Anasui wailed desperately at the warm feeling inside him. “Yes! Fill me up, baby.”
The intensity of Weather’s orgasm made his hand give out under him. The sudden weight on his torso blew the air out of Anasui’s lungs as the contractions on his pussy were replaced by an even pressure on his underbelly.
Although not one for sentimentalism, Anasui couldn’t stop the rush of blood to his face at the closeness and intimacy of their position. He tried to look away, but Weather’s lustful gaze was shamelessly locked on him. Surprisingly, his urge to run away was eclipsed by an intense desire to kiss the man on top of him.
Weather rode out his orgasm, grinding his core on Anasui’s tattoo with his full weight. The intense firm pressure was the last straw that sent Anasui over the edge. He yelled at the top of his lungs, squirming and clamping like a vice around Weather’s sensitive cock.
When moving aside to witness the pink haired beauty coming undone underneath him, Weather felt a clear liquid running down his leg and pulled out in surprise. He caught on quickly to what was happening and gave the tattoo a few more firm rubs.
If Anasui looked good before, he now looked like a lustful vision straight from heaven, raising his hips, whining in relief and squirting profusely in tempo with Weather’s strokes on his underbelly, pussy clenching emptily and dripping creamy white cum.
Once Anasui had been fully milked, the mellowing sound of their breathing dominated the room.
“You okay?” He heard Weather’s voice through the haze of his violent orgasm. He barely managed to nod in response, grinning in satisfaction with closed eyes while trying his best to get on his elbows.
After a minute of silence, Anasui felt a poke on his underbelly, followed by a sudden contraction of his very sore insides. Was that?... “Weather!!” Anasui gasped indignantly, looking insulted and slapping Weather’s tit, but smiling playfully all the same.
While they both stared at each other reveling in the warmth of their afterglow, Anasui smiled to himself knowingly. The torment of incompetent fucks and mediocre nuts was a thing of the past now that he’d found his match, someone to keep up with him. Turns out the solution had been staring him quietly in the face all along.