The spray from Bae’s showerhead died down to a trickle and she stepped out of the tub. Reaching for her towel, her eyes caught the soft glow of a notification pinging her phone. The warm steam circulated by the bathroom fan made it difficult to make out the name, but the pink smudge of an avatar was undoubtedly Mori. Bae dried her hands and read through the message.
M: [Looking forward to hanging out in Japan!! I got your room all set up and picked up some drankies for when you get here ;P Is the 22nd still good for you?]
Bae smiled and tapped out a quick response.
B: [The 22nd is perfect! I just got out of the shower btw so give me a sec to dry off XD]
M: [Ooo send pics?]
Bae’s thumbs hovered anxiously over the onscreen keyboard. Mori had been making these kinds of requests ever since they started planning the Japan trip. Sharing images of cute new outfits and tasty food was fine, but what her friend was after definitely straddled the line of socially acceptable: bathing suits, underwear…and now this. Not wanting to overthink it, Bae angled her camera down her bare thighs, still covered in sparkling beads of shampoo-scented water, and sent it over. Plenty of girls had called her gorgeous in the past so maybe Mori was just another appreciator of her body?
It wasn’t until later that night after Bae had slipped into bed that Mori got back to her, this time in the form of a phone call. Bae almost didn’t answer it given the hour.
“...Hello? Bro, isn't it like midnight over there?”
No response. Bae checked to make sure she didn’t accidentally hang up with her cheek. Listening closer, she could pick out something pulsing through the dead air: heavy breathing and a strange squelching noise. Was Mori at the gym or something?
Finally Mori spoke up. “Y-yeah I guess it’s kinda late, but there’s always -mmnf- somethin’ to work on, you know? What’s up with you, dude?”
“Not much, just got into bed. …And yeah, sorry, I’m actually really tired but if you’re free tomorrow morning we can-”
“Oh! Bed? Nice, what are you wearing?” Mori’s breath was faster now, practically panting in Bae’s ear and that unnervingly wet slapping noise was getting more pronounced.
“Uhh, just normal jammies I guess? You’ve seen them before, the pink ones?”
“Mmm, and you keep the top three buttons undone, right?” The tone was more of a demand than a question.
“Well yeah, it gets pretty hot at night over here and you know it’s already a tight fit on my chest.”
“Okay cool, that’s g-good to-mmngh” Mori cut herself off. A poorly muffled moan vibrated against Bae’s ear. “Sorry, my connection’s gettin’ spotty. Really looking forward to seeing you in person!” Mori rattled off her closing remarks in a hurry and promptly hung up.
Confused, Bae set her phone back down on her bedside table and settled into her pillow. It was hard to sleep. Audio replays of Mori’s husky breathing and that weird rhythmic slapping kept bouncing through her head as she stared into the darkness of her room. Above all else, why, at the end of that call, did Mori sound so…satisfied?
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Fortunately the intensity of those thoughts faded over the following days. And by the time Bae had landed in Japan and walked inside the generous studio space the girls had rented out, those uncomfortable memories were the last thing on her mind.
Mori and IRyS were already sprawled out on the couch tearing through a J-pop setlist on the karaoke machine. Appetizers of all kinds sat on the table in front of them, though most plates had been reduced to a smattering of crumbs. Bae fussed with her hair and approached with a reserved politeness that was immediately overtaken by the other girls’ energy. They nearly took Bae off her feet with their hugs and ushered her to join in on the fun. All three of them were soon conversing like old friends about streaming life and various otaku hobbies.
“But really, nice work finding this place. It’s so cool!” Bae spread her arms and gestured to the space that would make almost any resident of the city jealous. “You said this room was soundproofed, too?”
Mori grinned. “Yep! We can make as much noise as we want without any neighbors banging on our door. Speaking of…” She got up and threw herself into one of the three plush office chairs towards the back of the room, letting the momentum spin her all the way around. “You ladies ready to stream?”
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Doing the podcast in person was a completely different vibe in all the best ways. They could look into each other’s eyes, pass out snacks and drinks, and body language finally meant something again. The energy multiplied now that they could literally bounce off each other during bits. And based on the slipstream of emotes speeding through their chat window, the viewers couldn’t be happier.
“Again, thanks for your patience everyone,” Mori exclaimed, cracking open another beer. “We know this took a little bit of waiting but all the chads are finally in one room!”
“And I got to meet Bae in person. She’s so much cuter…and shorter than I thought she’d be!” IRyS gave Bae a playful nudge on the shoulder.
Bae waved her off and countered. “Yeah, yeah, it’s not like you’re that tall either!”
“No seriously, you’re so tiny,” Mori said, placing her hand on Bae’s knee. She rubbed the area gently and started stroking up Bae’s leg until her palm brushed the hem of her miniskirt. “I just wanna throw you around like a little ragdoll!”
“Hey! This rat isn’t for throwing!” Bae laughed and tried to stay cool, but Mori’s sudden advance brought back echoes of that phone call. Whatever…it’s fine. It’s just a little skinship between girls, right?
But Mori wasn’t done. She scooted her chair closer and shoved her hand towards Bae’s crotch, her slender fingers now grazing Bae’s panty line. “Damn, and your legs are amazing! Is this all squats?”
“Umm…u-uhh…” Before Bae could formulate a response (or think of a polite way to get Mori’s hands off her), IRyS joined in from the left and grasped Bae’s shoulder. The grip was gentle but tight enough to get her attention.
“Wow, you’re right! Her body’s so soft and smooth!” The nephilim's fingers danced across Bae’s dainty collar bone, caressed her slender neck, then dove abruptly under her crop top to scoop up a nice strong handful of Bae’s busty E-cups. “And these are so firm, too,” IRyS added with a wink, lightly bouncing Bae’s breast in her hand.
“Oi! What’re you-” Instead of finishing that little outburst, Bae held her tongue and took a deep breath. At that moment, everything had become clear to her. She felt somewhat stupid for not picking up on it earlier.
Ah, right. We’re doing THIS thing.
She had expected some level of yuri baiting, especially since IRyS was in the mix, but she wasn’t prepared for it to flare up on the very first stream. Or for it to be so blatant. That must have been Mori’s angle with the lewd photo op requests as well; it was simply another story to bring up on the podcast, an easy setup for IRyS to react to and pretend to be offended by. She could see it now, IRyS raising her voice like “What?! Bae, why aren’t you sending me those pics?!” and then they’d have a cheeky spat.
Bae chuckled to herself for getting worked up over the most well known bit in the industry.
With the mystery solved, Bae could relax and get back into the podcast groove. And hey, they finally made it all the way to Japan, so why not join in and indulge the fans a little?
“Yep, that’s right! I’m nice and firm unlike SagRyS over here! Calli’s looking like she’s losing the fight with gravity too.” Bae poked the side of Mori's fat tits with her finger. “Now that I look at you, both of you girls could use a little more exercise. Ya gotta get that cardio in to be a proper idol, y’know?”
Caught up in the moment, Bae wanted to press the attack and stretch the innuendo just a little further. Bae locked eyes with Mori and gave her an insufferably smug smirk. “See, my body’s super tight and I’ve got stamina for days! I could go for hours without breaking a sweat!”
Pleased with her performance, Bae crossed her arms and smiled to herself, waiting for their comedic exaggerated reactions.
IRyS and Mori were silent. Out of the corner of her eye, Bae saw IRyS flash an expression she’d never seen before.
The hand that was clasped around Bae’s breast tightened. Bae yelped like a kicked puppy. “Huh~? What was that, Bae? You know we’re in person now, right?” IRyS kneaded Bae’s chest like a stress ball, pinching and rolling her nipple between her forefinger and thumb.
“Yeah, ya gotta be careful teasing people in the same room…” Mori’s added from the opposite end, her beet red face betraying her nerves. Two of her fingers found their way on top of Bae’s mound, firmly rubbing up and down, threatening to go even deeper. “...especially when you’re outnumbered.”
The hands on Bae grew more daring and aggressive, groping her erogenous zones like she was just a piece of meat to be inspected. Bae’s words broke down into stuttered, high-pitched squeaks. If this was still part of the joke, her friends were getting way too into it!
Mori’s fingers slipped below Bae’s panties and plunged inside her warm folds. She quickly worked up to an audible schlicking, warm nectar streaming down her digits and soaking into the seat of Bae’s chair. Bae bit her tongue to keep from crying out. The stimulation left her squirming violently in her chair, unable to beat back her molesters or utter a single word of protest while both girls vented their sexual frustration. The rat’s prey instinct urged her to stop resisting and wait for them to get their fill. There’s only so far they could go on a live stream after all.
Mori suddenly withdrew her hand from Bae’s soaked panties and spoke up. “Oh, wow, I totally forgot about our recording sesh today! Sorry for the sudden ending, deadbeats, but I’m a busy reaper! We’ll pick this up tomorrow!” She fumbled across the keyboard for the “Stop Streaming” button.
It took a second for IRyS to pick up on the plan, but her eyes lit up soon enough. “Uhh…oh yeah! The recording! Mhmm! That’s totally today! Thanks for coming, everyone! ByeRyS~”
The OBS software closed. The screens flicked back to Mori’s desktop wallpaper. Separated from the eyes of the viewers, Bae suddenly felt very vulnerable.
“W-wait, what’s going on?” Bae asked, a light simmer of panic straining her words. The air in the room was different, thick with a peculiar smell she couldn’t identify. Or didn’t want to.
“Finally,” IRyS mumbled, reaching down to fondle “something” beneath her dress. “I’ve been waiting all week for this.”
“Same. There’s no way I could hold back until the onsen,” Mori scooted back in her chair. Bae’s eyes magnetized to Mori’s crotch where a massive bulge strained against her formerly baggy trousers. She looked up at its owner and saw the reaper awash in a deep crimson blush, a dangerous look in her blazing red eyes. The look of a predator that successfully lured a small mammal into their den.
Mori reached down and seized Bae by her collar, roughly hoisting the smaller girl to her feet. The reaper brought her face closer, then turned away, lips parting and closing like the right words kept barely evading her mouth.
“Um, Calli? What’re you doing? I really don’t-”
Mori yanked on the collar and slammed their lips together. This wasn’t a heartfelt exchange of feelings; it was a display of dominance. Mori’s tongue pushed through Bae’s lips, wrapping up and smothering the wet pink muscle inside. IRyS watched from her seat, still roughly massaging the area under her skirt, as Mori’s game of tongue Twister played out in Bae’s tiny mouth. Only after a full minute of swapping spit did Mori lean back and let the thin strand of shining drool connecting their mouths break under its own weight.
Mori curved her arm around Bae’s waist and pulled her tight. The throbbing warmth of her growing erection pressed firmly against the smaller girl’s crotch. “D-don’t make it weird, Bae. You wanted this too, right?”
Bae couldn’t take it anymore. If there was a time to act, it was now. Tears falling from her eyes, she shoved Mori aside and bolted for the door. She could see her manager's silhouette through the tall window of frosted glass. They could protect her! They could bring an end to whatever sick nightmare was unfolding!
A hand reached out from behind and snagged Bae by the collar. Her feet flung out in front of her like a dog sprinting across the yard and hitting the end of its leash.
Mori then reeled her arm in and launched Bae back across the room. Bae’s feet tripped over themselves in an awkward backpedal and she crashed down on the room’s center table. Plates, napkins, and plastic silverware exploded off the surface and scattered to the ground to make room. The impact punched Bae’s breath from her lungs, leaving her silently gasping at the ceiling. A wide throbbing pain claimed the breadth of her back and her skull was ringing with dull waves of nausea. Far off in the distance, she heard the door’s multiple deadlocks clack into place.
“Sorry, Bae. I didn’t think you’d be that light. Just relax now, okay?”
The hands returned to her body. Envoys of their owner’s wild desires, they began groping her curves and tearing her outfit to pieces. She was a present to be unwrapped, shared, and savored. Bae tried to scream and fend off the lecherous attackers, but her body was still fighting through the numbing haze of physical trauma. Movements as simple as bending her elbow was like pulling herself through leaden quicksand. She felt the inside of her spiked collar tug painfully tight against the side of her neck before the leather band snapped apart and flew against the wall.
“Good, that comes off. That was gonna be in the way,” called a cheery voice from above. IRyS stood at her head with lustful eyes. She had her hips thrust out, shadowing Bae’s terrified face with what was swinging under her skirt.
Dangling above, a thick slab of futa cockmeat paired with two equally impressive balls weighed down the front of IRyS’ black lace panties, their obscene forms clearly visible through the sheer fabric. There was a suspicious dark wet spot emanating from the head of IRyS’ dick– sticky leftovers from the many, many furious masturbation sessions conducted in her room over the past four days awaiting Bae’s arrival.
Eager to get started, IRyS quickly yanked down the front of her panties and let her massive package spill out over Bae’s features. The main attraction was assuredly the nephilim's fat, meaty nutsack, steaming within a miasma of ball sweat and potent sour-smelling musk. Heavy droplets of sweat traced down her nuts and plinked carelessly on Bae’s forehead. The pungent stench of squid and body odor quickly choked out the studio’s tepid air and forced tears from the corners of Bae’s eyes.
“Sorry,” IRyS said, “I was supposed to shower after dance practice but…well, it doesn’t matter now!”
“You get that stinky after one hour of cardio?,” Mori teased, playfully holding her nose. “You gotta work on that, dude.”
“S-shut up! I’m not stinky, it’s just…nephilim pheromones!”
Bae had to respectfully disagree, given how strongly the odor was fogging up her brain. Her sensitive rat nose had never been subjected to such a thick heady aroma, and she was finding it hard to take a single breath without her throat locking up.
Mori shrugged and turned her attention back to the thick pair of thighs laid out at her waist. She flipped up the tattered remains of Bae’s miniskirt and whistled. “Nice choice, sis! You’re really wearing these with a skirt this short?” She casually yanked off Bae’s black micro thong, unintentionally splitting the flimsy garment in two on the way off her hips. Mori’s hungry eyes swept over the immaculate construction of Bae’s body: her tight core flaring into proportionately wide hips, well-muscled legs with the right amount of fat to appear thick and strong while retaining her ultra feminine curves. There was no doubt this was a dancer’s body!
The visual molestation turned Mori’s shaft into a steel rod, heavy and twitching in her hands, begging to split her kouhai’s plump lower lips. Mori slapped the underside of her cock down on Bae’s beautifully toned tummy and rubbed her leaking head in teasing arcs, a small pool of pre filling up the shallow impression of her prey’s belly button. From this primitive measuring system, Mori could tell that Bae’s small body would struggle immensely in taking her full length. The mere thought drew saliva from Mori’s mouth.
The rapper’s lecherous aura was easy to feel for everyone in the room, especially for the object of her affection. Eyes wide in fear, Bae craned her neck and looked down at the absolute monster aimed between her thighs. That thing looked almost as big as her forearm! Solid, powerful, and lined with throbbing veins pumping blood to fight gravity and keep it upright. Time slowed down as Mori swung her hips back and kissed the entrance to Bae’s snatch with her cock. Strands of slimy precum poured down Bae’s slit and pooled around her pert ass cheeks.
“C-Calli, hold on!” Bae pleaded, “That’s way too big! I cahn’t fit something like that, I’m begging y-!”
Mori’s hips slammed forward, viciously plowing through Bae’s cunt and nearly ramming against the entrance to her womb. The entire table shook. The impact jerked Bae’s body forward a few good inches and threw her head off the edge of the table. “Fuck!” was all Mori could manage between gritted teeth, feeling every centimeter of Bae’s tight, warm inner walls squeeze her member on the way in. Grabbing onto Bae’s hips, the reaper pulled out her monstrous cock, slathered in pre cum and her friend’s natural lubricant, and plunged right back in. Again and again, ramping up in aggression, Mori pounded away at Bae’s tight slit, the powerful wet slap of their pelvises slamming together nicely contained within the soundproof room. Each backstroke massaged another heavy splurt of precum from Mori’s urethra, urging the next thrust to slide even deeper. Twenty seconds was all it took to work the reaper’s body into a carnal rage. She scooped up Bae’s legs from under her knees and raised them up, giving her the perfect angle to piledrive her friend into the table.
Bae’s eyes glazed over, staring unfocused into a white abyss while her big sister and musical role model pounded away. Somewhere in her fuckdrunk state, Bae wanted to run, to scream for help, but her body was paralyzed in a fit of total euphoria. She could only twitch in place, smiling stupidly, and let Mori’s scythe push out rhythmic moans of pleasure from her mouth.
IRyS pouted and crossed her arms. “Hey, I thought we were gonna go at the same time!” With a huff, she lined herself up with Bae’s open maw (which was currently trying to mouth the syllables for “help” or “keep going”) and shoved her cock inside before Bae even registered that something was brushing against her lips. While not as well endowed as Mori, IRyS had more than enough girth to pin Bae’s small tongue to the bottom of her mouth and lock out her jaw. IRyS’ fat cockhead crashed into the back of Bae’s throat and, with a bit of work, slowly pushed further down her resilient gullet, eased along nicely by Bae’s incessant gagging. Bubbles of spittle soon rolled out from behind the “O”-shaped seal of Bae’s lips and joined the tears spilling down her cheeks.
“Holy shittake, your throat’s so good, Bae! No wonder you can sing like that!” IRyS leaned forward and forced the rest of her length inside, drawing muffled whines of discomfort from below. Bae watched in horror as IRyS finished hilting herself. That full, heavy nutsack swung forward, growing larger and larger until it slapped over her eyes like a sleep mask. Properly sealed in a hot wet prison of sweat-dripping testicles, Bae’s poor nose found itself crammed right into the sweltering space where IRyS’ shaft met her balls. The concentration of musk down there was beyond measure and Bae could feel her brain cells melting into puddles after just two deep whiffs.
“Hmm~? Who were you calling “saggy” again?” Knees slightly bent, IRyS pistoned in and out of Bae’s throat, relishing the sensation of her weighty, disgustingly sweaty cumtanks unsticking from the rat’s face one moment and slapping back down the next. The first few thrusts were slower, exploratory, as she got familiar with the dimensions of her new cock holster and gouged out enough space to fit her engorged python. But the buckets of adrenaline and dopamine surging through her veins soon demanded more.
And while it had been a long standing fantasy to grab Bae’s sidetails like handlebars, this position made that awkward. Instead, IRyS’ hands clamped down around Bae’s throat and squeezed at full strength. Then she squeezed a little harder. IRyS could feel the girth of her shaft plunging down and filling out Bae’s esophagus below. IRyS added more pressure, bearing down with her forearms and throttling Bae’s throat like she was trying to rupture the silicon of a cheap sex toy.
Bae’s eyes went wide and she grasped at IRyS’ arms. Tortured croaks rang out from her rapidly bruising windpipe, rudely interrupted by the gooey smacks of IRyS’ cock slamming forward. The very blood rushing to Bae’s brain was thinning out under this much pressure! Regrettably, IRyS was much too far gone to notice her friend choking and flailing beneath her.
“Mhmm! C’mon, you can do better than that, right?” IRyS’ hips were in a frenzy. She bucked wildly into Bae’s throatpussy without rhythm or the slightest modicum of restraint. Her heavy hanging sack swung pendulously in the wake of her thrusts, ruthlessly beating Bae’s features into a wet, reddened mess of ball sweat and precum, and horribly smearing the makeup she spent so long carefully applying before meeting her friends.
Mori took note of how roughly IRyS was handling her toy and her own libido screamed into overdrive. She pushed forward on Bae’s legs, nearly taking the rat’s knees to her shoulders, and accelerated her already rough lovemaking into ruthless, animalistic breeding. The impact of Mori’s balls now sent ripples across Bae’s plump ass cheeks when their lower bodies collided. Mori was streaked with sweat, every muscle tensed and wholly focused on knocking up the red-haired shortstack beneath her.
The scene on the table had devolved into a violent, steamy tug of war. Bae’s frame took turns sliding up and down the table while her limbs hung limply at her side. The rat’s fat tits, now free of any modesty save for a few scraps of brassiere, bounced hypnotically in time with the rest of her torso. Whenever she made too much ground towards one end of the table, the other girl would redouble her efforts and roughly shove her back into center stage. Soon, inexplicably, a common goal pierced their salacious headspace and both girls unconsciously fell into the same wavelength. Their thrusts synched up, simultaneously pulling out of Bae’s tight, sopping holes in one stroke, then slamming back inside, absolutely crushing her tiny lithe figure between them like they were trying to meet in the middle.
All strength, both mental and physical, had been ripped from Bae’s soul. She could only whimper and gurgle as her bombshell body was plowed viciously from both ends at the same time, unable to process the glut of sensations sprouting up from having two orifices brutally stuffed to capacity. She nearly folded in half under the pressure but her compact body and indomitable stamina kept herself in one piece, much to the delight of her users. Her vision blurred under a sheet of tears and all the musk-tainted sweat shedding off IRyS’ unwashed package.
After ten agonizing minutes, the sloppy fuckfest hit a fever pitch. “I-I’m cumming!” Mori’s lower body locked up and gave one last thrust. A strong jet of lumpy jizz blasted into Bae’s heavily abused Aussie cunt, painting her inner walls completely white after only two spurts. Mori moaned and kept herself hilted as four more loads shot out from her gaping piss slit, brimming the rat’s insides with a hot, weighty mass of virile reaper seed and raising a noticeable bump below Bae’s stomach.
At the same time IRyS’ grip tightened into a vice, temporarily cutting off Bae's blood supply, while the nephilim's bloated ballsack clenched up and pushed out a rope of obscenely thick, pent up futa spunk down the smaller girl's throat. IRyS wobbled on her feet and nearly passed out from the sheer pleasure sparking through her body on the first shot, but managed to hold on. The massive load of offwhite ball jelly was followed up by six heavy splurts, similar in size and viscosity, flooding Bae’s small stomach and quickly backfilling up her throat like a cinched hose. IRyS sighed, feeling the warmth of her own semen rushing up to bathe her still-spewing cockhead.
Bae’s mouth was thoroughly plugged, so, forced to find another opening, twin jets of cum bubbled up Bae’s sinuses and shot out of her nostrils, splashing against the front of IRyS’ twitching sack. From there, the thick gluey sheet of ball batter dribbled down across Bae’s weary eyes and soaked into her bangs. All she could taste and smell was the overwhelming musky odor of what IRyS had been churning in the depths of her balls.
Mori and IRyS stayed like that for a while. Sweaty, panting, muscles still tensing from the enormous burst of activity. Their eyes found each other, breathing in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm of their lives. The desperate pitiful twitches of the tiny fucktoy caught between them begging for air barely registered for either of them. Hope and Death leaned in and locked lips, using Bae’s convulsions to milk one last load from their heavy sacks while they wrestled tongues above her. It was only after their balls were completely drained that they released each other's mouths and begrudgingly began pulling out for the last time.
IRyS took a step back, letting her heavy hangers slowly peel off Bae’s face, and then the girthy girldick ravaging her throat finally popped free. Bae immediately lurched and spat up a miniature fountain of thickened spunk from her stomach. She coughed, raspy and wet, trying to rid herself of the six course meal that was just pumped inside her. A weighty mask of pearly jizz slowly oozed down the bottom half of her inverted features, completely smothering the surface of her nose, eyes, and forehead while her nostrils blew fat bubbles of cum.
Sighing, IRyS held her softening cock over Bae and pumped the dregs of semen still clogging her urethra onto her quivering lips. Another pile added to the extreme facial. Mori walked over to do the same, though her aim was a bit off from the postcoitus exhaustion and most of her load winded up pouring down Bae’s poor nostrils.
IRyS was completely spent. She stumbled backwards to collapse on the couch; this was more cardio than she’d put herself through on all the idol training days combined! Mori stayed on her feet but was similarly winded.
Without her friend’s massive futa cocks spitroasting her, Bae groaned and managed to twist her torso enough to roll off the table, thumping limply to the damp carpet. Her body felt like it had endured a battery of car crashes. Mori’s jizz was still pouring out from her fat lower lips and her stomach sloshed with dense, sticky nephilim cum.
Ten feet away was the door. Her only chance. Her manager was surely still outside, she just needed to reach them. Bae forced her forearms over one another, dragging the rest of her tenderized body behind. The light under the doorway was close now. She could feel the air conditioning from the hallway blow across her hot skin!
“Woops, hold on there, Bae.” Mori sauntered over and knelt down, scooping her up like a load of misplaced laundry. She scanned the room looking for a good place to set her down. As Bae had noted before, the place was nicely furnished, meaning there were a lot of different heights and furniture to work with. Mori settled on the countertop by the kitchen.
Bae was roughly bent over her new station, breasts pressed to the cool marble surface while her bare ass was thrust out. She barely had the energy to hold her head up. Drooling onto the countertop, Bae pleaded through the tears and cum running down her face to be let go.
From behind, Mori slid her cock between Bae’s firm, supple cheeks, rubbing up and down to prepare for round two. She gripped Bae’s tail and gave it a teasing yank. Mori had been dreaming about this particular position for years but she willed herself to take it slow. Leaning in right behind Bae’s ear, her fat reaper tits weighing heavily on the smaller girl’s back, Mori whispered, “Hey sis, you mentioned you wanted to try staying up for twenty four hours, yeah?”