Ryoko VS Izanami

Story
“What’s the matter, Hadoken hands?” Izanami purred. “Oooops. Dropped your mouthpiece,” the Mouth Princess chirruped as the bloody spit slathered plastic hit the canvas with a clup. “haHere,” she breathed hotly, perfume of her words mingling with Ryoko’s labored sighing. “You can… borrow mine.” Her pink tongue hesitated over her parting lips. Her mouth neared Ryoko’s as she continued to pant, the friction of bloodied black leather against her hard nipple too much to bear. She opened up and let out a gentle whine as Izanami’s tongue took command of her own, their lips locking hard together. The thumb of Izanami’s glove stroked her wet.

Ryoko VS Izanami

Story
“What’s the matter, Hadoken hands?” Izanami purred. “Oooops. Dropped your mouthpiece,” the Mouth Princess chirruped as the bloody spit slathered plastic hit the canvas with a clup. “haHere,” she breathed hotly, perfume of her words mingling with Ryoko’s labored sighing. “You can… borrow mine.” Her pink tongue hesitated over her parting lips. Her mouth neared Ryoko’s as she continued to pant, the friction of bloodied black leather against her hard nipple too much to bear. She opened up and let out a gentle whine as Izanami’s tongue took command of her own, their lips locking hard together. The thumb of Izanami’s glove stroked her wet.