“That’s not helping,” panted Yoshiko. “That’s all that matters. Anal porn “Sayuri-chan!” she moaned, the pulses shooting rapture through her body. The futa-ghost undulated her hips, pushing back, engulfing the tip of Yoshiko’s dick. The blonde futanari’s own bowels filled with Yoshiko’s shaft. If my Ōjo-sama had not gone to the onsen to bathe, we never would have met. It wasn’t bad at all. “Do you have any other ideas?”
Chris opened her mouth and then closed it. “Lori is in there with the monster. The hitodama danced around Chris and Miyu, a shield. Is he…?”
I nodded my head. “Oh, Sayuri-chan, I’m in you.”
…You are. Emotions overcame me. Before she could move, Miyu slammed her pussy, full of Lori’s final load of girl jizz, down on Chris’s cock. “Yes, yes, save her,” Yoshiko groaned. Sayuri-chan gasped. “Damn, I would have loved to see that,” Chris groaned. Emotions overcame me. She didn’t resist as Sayuri invaded her soul.
