--baggy bottoms down. Her hearty, pube riddled rob flinging out before stretching out in the stuffy air between em.
Makoto's face, she was a red as a beet, gnawing at her lip with frustration. In most cases she would've snapped in anger, but she was holding on by a thread......
"Tch!!" Makoto's eyes widened in shock at her threat. She doesn't WANT to pull her pants down, but-- she'll destroy the fabric if this keeps up--.
A single tug at her black obi caused her top to open reveal her glistening abs beneath her sports bra, with gravity taking her--
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βthe guy jerkinβ off to me doesnβt get to tell me when to shut up.β
juri halted right in her tracks, slowly retracting her hand away while glaring daggers at the scrappy runt.
βyou know what, smartass, drop your pants before i scratch your colon with my foot.β
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--??--" Was her only response to Juri's vulgarity.. and the Korean dropping her pants didn't help her situation at all.
But she kept her eyes trained on her, simply trying to learn... anything from this depravity.
Makoto didn't want to expose herself, so she kept that belt of hers wrapped tight. Sadly, the sensitivity of herself grinding against the fabric of her gi with every throb was causing her eyes to flutter, and drool to run down the corner of her mouth.
"D-Do you ever stop talkin-
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βscratch thatβ! this is waaaaay worse than just pissinβ you pants~!β
her pants quickly came undone, falling to the floor so her bare ass was on full display, currently reddened from all the scratching she was doing.
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Brow twitching in agitation, Makoto's face was turning red in embarrassment and anger while the apex of said tent grew damp as this conversation and awkward moment went on. Heart beating against her chest, she grits her teeth as her gi was being ruined by her excitement leaking.
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βare you gettinβ hard? pffftββgod, i already thought you were fuckinβ loser before but this is next level! you might as well piss yourself with excitement while youβre at it!β
the scratching became more fervent until it was very audible, almost to a grating degree.
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Makoto growled back but not long after that, her eyes were lowering to Juri's monstrous shaft. Disgust painted all over her face, she swallowed hard as it was becoming tough to look away as she toyed with herself... one would think Makoto was put off, if wasn't for a single--
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βhop off her metaphorical dick and focus on mine, pissant.β
juri snarled, fist wrapped tight around that gnarly dick, working it with slow, measured strokes. every so often she'd squeeze that fat shaft until the pressure had her member throbbing.
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