Short Guy+Medaka
"Ah!" A pleasured gasp escaped Medaka's lips as Shinobu tore off her lower half. She stood put as ordered, her face somehow even more red than before.
The man raised his head from the bed as the tattered remains of the announcer girl's suit scattered across the sheets. From where he lay, all he could see was her toned back and butt that was perched atop her calves. As he stared at the two impossibly beautiful girls on his bed, the world zoned out. His mind could only process the lustful thoughts and sights unfolding in his room. His pupils shot to the side of his socket as he honed the blond's lips. His sense of awareness slowly returned to him as her lips moved.
"Fuck her and do not hold back." That was all he heard.
The man sprung up, his dick throbbing as it came forward with his hips. He inched his way over to the busty girl, his eyes wide and filled with lust. The girl turned her head to face him and said, "So what is my punishment?"
The man's only response was a lustful groan and a raised hand. With a swift movement, he slammed his open palm into her ass, causing a clap to reverberate through the apartment room. "Nnahh!" The announcer girl moaned as her body tilted forward slightly, her large breasts swinging with the momentum. She turned her head, revealing a pink face. "More," she begged. "Our master intends for me to be truly be punished."
He slammed his palm into her ass once more, this time, giving as much force as he possibly could. Again, another clap echoed through the apartment room. This time, the blue haired vampire turned around. As her torso twisted, the rest of her fractured bunny suit fell from her well endowed chest, revealing the bare beauty of her body. The red from her face had faded. Even so, there was still a powerful lust behind the glint in her eyes.
"That was not hard enough," she said sternly. "Our master said not to hold back."
“I didn’t,” the man retorted somewhat meekly.
Medaka went on all fours, crawling over to the man. As she crawled over to him, she looked up at his face and said, “Then, I shall have to help you.”
Before the man could respond, she placed her body on his rod, carefully sliding down his length as she moaned in pleasure. For a brief moment, the two exchanged a glance. Then, Medaka placed her hands on his shoulders and began sliding up and down his throbbing rod, increasing the intensity and rhythm with each cycle. He started to pant. Sweat began to cover his body.
“Im… about.. To..” he mustered in between her thrusting.