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    tokyuu reacted to Apan in A company visit from abroad   
    So, another piece that's based on a true story, or rather, a true set of circumstances. Partly, kinda and sorta. I'm going to make it clear right at the outset that the true elements this time is limited to my former workplace, the two featured protagonists and their respective role (and appearance), and the general situation (the presentation part) which indeed took place. That was enough to set my imagination in motion though, and I actually began writing this already a few years ago, only to forget about it until recently (spurred on in no small part by the great @Kayn with whom I've been having some very inspiring back-and-forth lately). It will be posted in parts, as usual, and not only due to my habit of not keeping things short this time. Without further ado, let's find out what *totally* happened during this initially not very promising day at my former job.
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    Part 1
    I once worked at a big multinational IT company in one of several service desks and on this particular day we had a visit from a couple of colleagues from abroad working at one of the offshore sites (neighbour countries to you and me), two girls in their mid-to-late twenties, Rebecca and Linda. Among other things, they were holding presentations about their department and how we're supposed to work together towards the customers. Both girls were really good-looking, thin and medium height. Rebecca had a short Twiggy-like haircut and brown hair, wearing a dark blue collared shirt and really tight-fitting pale blue jeans. Linda had a bit longer, page-like dark hair, glasses and wore a black polo shirt and a pair of black jeans. Like I said, both were really cute but Rebecca was definitely the most attractive of the two.
    The presentations were to be held twice with half the desk staffers attending respectively, the first one was to start at 8:30 AM and the second one at 10:00 AM. I went up along with a few of my colleagues, expecting to get the presentation over and done with. We stood among the other group members, some of them discussing who should sit in on this round, all the while I stood waiting idly by the side waiting for someone else to make a decision. As they talked I glanced toward the front of the room as Rebecca and Linda were preparing the presentation. I noticed Rebecca standing with her legs crossed but didn't think too much about it apart from how sexy she looked in those tight, tight jeans as the fabric stretched across her twisted legs. They were fumbling with the screen in order to get the presentation showing up but couldn't get it going. Rebecca seemed a bit impatient to get it going and I slowly became aware as of why.
    A couple of minutes went by as my colleagues talked and during that time I saw Rebecca uncrossing her legs only to immediately bend her right leg upward while wiggling her knee across the other leg while Linda was struggling with the screen. If she wasn't displaying an urge to get to a bathroom, she definietely was the restless kind. I knew what I hoped for. Then she put down her leg and bent her knee over the opposite thigh, wiggling it a bit back and forth while squirming her upper body. About then it was decided that I belonged to the other half who would attend the second session and that we should get back down and resume working in the meantime. I silently cursed that my show was interrupted but went back down, making a mental note of gratitude for the brief desperation scene performed by the cutest girl I had encountered in quite a while, and in such a sexy outfit at that.
    Little did I know this was only a prelude...
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    I thought about the most likely ensuing turn of events; she would probably leave quickly before the presentation and go to the toilet and that would be it. However, this is where it starts to get hot. The lunch room is located on that same floor (our desk was located one floor down) and the only toilets on this floor are located out in the stairwell, outside the door for which you need to swipe a card in order to pass through.
    Before I went down to my floor I went into the kitchen to get myself a mug of coffee and as I stood waiting for the machine to do its thing, I noticed Rebecca walking briskly toward the door to the stairs. It was obvious she was heading for the toilets outside but as she swiped the card (all visitors gets a temporary visitor card) the door wouldn't open. She tried it again a few times and seemed frustrated. From where she stood, I couldn't be seen where I was in the kitchen by the coffee machine, so she didn't notice my indirect precense. I rallied the thought of opening the door for her, but didn't for two reasons. One is more or less obvious because I'm a perverted son of a bitch, but I actually had a rational reason not to as well, as she wouldn't be able to get back in lest someone happened to pass by outside afterwards.
    She looked down the hallway but no one else was around. She then briefly glanced into the visible part of the lunch room as well before deciding that she had to get back to start the presentation, so she hesitatingly headed back to the room with a bit more careful steps. I couldn't get my mind off of her, trying to get to a toilet but was tied to a tight schedule and having to get back to a presentation with a presumably full bladder. On the other hand I figured she would excuse herself during the session or, if she didn't, at least endure it and rush off to the bathroom with a borrowed card.
    Little did I know this was still only a prelude...
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    Fast-forward one and a half hours and it became my turn to join the remainder and get up to the presentation. My mind was more than anything on the upcoming lunch break as I had become quite hungry by then, but it would soon shift focus. As we entered the room, both girls were standing at the front like before, fiddling with the computer in order to reset the presentation and get going again. Naturally, I immediately focused on Rebecca and to my absolute amazement, everything pointed at her not having been to the toilet yet, despite it being over one and a half hours since she frustratingly had tried to find relief! She could hardly stand still even though she obviously tried to, shifting her foot and crossing her legs alternately while she fingered on the laptop. I silently prayed she would somehow be hindered if she tried to escape, which I was sure she would do. Carrying on with yet another presentation would be madness considering her apparent state!
    But she continued tapping on the computer, anxiously looking at the clock which approached 10:00 AM, all the while fanning one leg in and out, waiting for the computer to obey her commands. At last she appeared to be done as she turned to Linda, saying something I didn't hear but I concluded that it was toilet-related as Linda handed her own card over to Rebecca who immediately turned for the door. As fate would have it, several people stood in the door opening, prompting her to wait and as she did, someone worded a question if it was time to get going yet. Rebecca looked like she was about to utter something, but hesitated for a second and then went back to the front of the room. She handed the card back to Linda who said something I again didn't catch, to which Rebecca shyly nodded. I imagined Linda asking Rebecca if she really would be able to wait until after the presentation, or something to that effect, and Rebecca betting all her pennies on it.
    The presentation commenced and Rebecca was clearly in distress. She displayed worried furrows on her forehead behind her fringe and had problems standing still even though she obviously tried to. She constantly moved her legs in a subdued fashion, stepping back and forth as she waited for her turn to talk. When she took the word, she tried to sound normal but she had a nervous hint in her voice. She tried to stand still with crossed legs but was turning her body around slightly from left to right as she spoke. I wondered how long she reckoned she would get away with this without causing suspicion even from the non-desperation-junkie part of the crowd (presumably everyone else). The thought of her feeling that she absolutely had to constantly move about in order not to piss herself was really turning me on!
    The agenda itself all but escaped me, being all focused on Rebecca's struggle. As the session proceeded, she seemed to grow more and more impatient, and not necessarily due to being tired of going on and on about processes and whatnot. Believe it or not, for reasons unknownst to me, there are actually people out there who find ITIL routines interesting. Rebecca was obviously one of them because over the course of those two hours, she managed to keep her composure passable enough in order to concentrate on the presentation. To someone cursed with an omo radar like me, she was clearly doing everything she could to pass on her movements as natural, but as the minutes progressed, she had more and more difficulty standing still whenever she wasn't talking. Sometimes she stood aside with her hands behind her back, biting her lip, pinching her legs together, slightly turning from side to side on the spot. Occasionally she even bent one knee over the other whilst doing a slight curtsey, all the while trying to minimize the movement as if not to give away her predicament. In those tight jeans though, every tiny bit of those movements were on full frontal display. I was definitely nursing a semi by now.
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    At last, about 20 minutes before the scheduled session was to end, the presentation was done and there was a slot for further questions and discussions. As is always the case, there were these overly ambitious souls who just had to chip in with their know-it-all attitudes and delve in on some really insignificant detail that doesn't matter for anyone in the end. This time I was actually thankful for that, because Rebecca was clearly dying to get out of there. Her wordings were short and snappy by now and as she stood discussing all these really insignificant details with the overly ambitious souls, she leant against the table at the front while rythmically twisting her body around with one knee bent over the other. The tight denim clinged to her thighs and buttocks in tandem with her twisting movements, occasionally even outlining her muscles working overtime to bear the bulk of her urinary emergency. By now her desperation could hardly have escaped even the casual onlooker. No one made a point of it though, and Rebecca herself didn't make any attempt at cutting things short either, probably as the session was winding down anyway.
    Then finally at 11:30 it was time for lunch. As I exited the room along with the others, I saw Linda and Rebecca still by the front table. Rebecca couldn't stand still to save her life by this point, constantly stepping from side to side and curtseying down as she gathered the equipment, cables and stuff. The last thing I noticed before disapperaing down the hallway was her whispering something to Linda with a slightly panicked expression to which Linda responded with a concerned face. I could only imagine that it was once again toilet-related and that it was becoming absolutely top priority to do something about her urgent need.
    Alas, I had no rational excuse to hang around and find out about any of it as it was now lunch time and I was about to tag along with my fellow support technicians to the usual food hangout down the street. But in all honesty, even despite my then substantial hunger, I would gladly have traded my lunch for being able to stay in the vicinity of Rebecca. All throughout the meal, I sat feverishly wondering about the potential outcome of her desperation. The most likely though was that she would finally be able to get to the toilet and relieve herself and that would be the end of that.
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    Fast forward to around 3 PM that same afternoon. It was high time for a break so I locked my computer and walked off to the lunch room for the obligatory coffee. After having topped up my mug I took a seat by the entrance to the hallway, idly scrolling on my phone. I noticed from afar the entrance doors opening down at the far end of the hallway and I briefly looked up. I immediately noticed those cute girls among a couple of other in-house staffers. Of course my eyes zoned in on Rebecca and for about half a second I could have sworn she looked somewhat different.
    Then it dawned upon me: She's no longer wearing light stretch jeans, she's wearing black business pants.
    Why is she wearing black business pants?
    Why didn't her tight jeans see the day out??
    Why did she feel the need to change pants all of a sudden??!!
    My heart started to race.
     
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    tokyuu reacted to NeroNex in Mona's Mishap: A Genshin Impact Interactive Omorashi Comic   
    Hello everyone! After a long break and a lot of time spent sick/in hospital, I am finally back to continue this story! Almost a year ago I teased this idea but now I'm finally excited to start it!

    I'll be posting the first few images here and (hopefully) will be updating this every couple of days!

    As a warning, I'm no artist. This is purely for fun although you can feel free to critique any aspect of my art I do not mind! I'll be looking forward to creating this and reading your responses! The first post here will have no available "choices" but there will be options to push the story ahead in the next post!

    Thank you all so much 🙂

    (I really hope these upload in the right order)



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    tokyuu reacted to Captain L in A Marked Need (Dragon: Marked for Death)   
    "The group of Dragonblood who live hidden away here in Marlayus have suddenly started a rebellion. The lord of Muramasa Castle is leading them, and he's taken the princess of Marlayus hostage. They demand recognition as an independent country in exchange for her safe return. Of course, we do not intend to give in to their demands. You are to secure the princess, and execute all collaborators for treason. Infiltrate the castle, and safely escort the princess back here. I understand you are of the same clan as the rebels, but this is not the time for sympathy. If you care for your reputation, rescue the princess and complete your mission without hesitation."
    The endless briefing and information came courtesy of one of the guards of Marlayus's royal family. The Dragonblood trio had come all the way to the far easternmost tip of Remlia, way outside their normal grounds, they clearly knew what they were doing, but this guy still had to run his mouth for an eternity. With some thinly-veiled racism mixed in. All three rolled their eyes incessantly as the description dragged on, mentally begging him to shut the hell up and let them do their job. Witch was so bored, she could die.
    Boredom was the only reason Witch was impatient, which was far better than what ailed Empress and Oracle. With every syllable that escaped the royal guard's mouth, both girls could feel their control and composure eroding away, their stone will being thinned by the sloshing of a full bladder's worth of urine, each. They kept neutral expressions, best as they could, but a keen observer would be able to spot the bouncing, foot twisting, hip wiggling, all the telltale signs of someone desperate to pee. And there were two of them.
    It would have been so much easier to manage with clear skies above, but it just wasn't their day. Dark clouds blocked out the sun, and thousands of drops of water fell from their gray canopy, creating a constant pitter-patter all around, water everywhere to taunt the desperate Dragonblood. Of course, in comparison, the rain was nothing, either Empress or Oracle could wash that weak precipitation away with ease were they to let go. But they couldn't, way too much pride getting in the way, and so the rain continued to fall, taunting all who watched. At least those who might need to pee.
    Finally, the guard finished talking, and moved aside to gesture to the distant castle. One could glean a number of details from this picture, but the ones that jumped out the most were how far the building was from their current location, and yet, it looked so big. So many floors, several wings, they'd have to search all of it to find the princess, and that was after they got there. Empress gulped, and Oracle grumbled, their hearts dropping at the thought of the journey ahead.
    Naturally, being the only one not carrying a ton of water weight, Witch took the lead. "Guess it makes sense that only other Dragonblood could pull off an attack this big," she spoke, half-knowing she'd be basically talking to herself. Which is why she kept going. "And knowing Dragonblood, they hid the princess in the hardest place to get to. So we've still got hell ahead of us." Though they strictly looked straight ahead, Empress and Oracle both thought the same thing: Don't I know it. Taking the tiniest steps with their legs close together, they followed behind Witch, their wet clothes sticking to their bodies. Not entirely because of the rain, and despite the thorough saturation that was taking place, it could get worse soon. The needing Dragonblood just had to pray to Atruum that, despite Witch's predictions, this quest would be over with quickly.
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    Though the rain continued to pour outside, the air was thick with smoke and an oppressive heat, all thanks to the flames that crawled up the walls. A few falling lamps from the ceiling set the many paper doors that lined the castle walls ablaze, but to no avail as of yet. Every door reduced to ashes revealed nothing but junk behind them, yet even still, Witch kept setting the fires. It seemed like she was enjoying the fruitless destruction.
    "Kyaa!"
    It was fruitless, until one specific door on the top floor ignited, eliciting a scream from inside. If it weren't for that, they would have just moved on without checking, given that they were sort of in a rush. Two of them moreso, two who happened to spurt a little leak at the sudden shout. Oracle had to stifle a yelp as she felt a spurt roll down her leg, and Empress froze head to toe. So, naturally, the task fell to Witch to investigate the source of the noise.
    And she found it alright, but what she found was a bit on the odd side. Tied to a stack of junk was a small, slender girl with short black hair, squirming in some vain attempt to wriggle free to escape the nearby fire, and it only got more violent when she saw the face of a Dragonblood peeking in on her from behind the flames. She didn't slow down when the Dragonblood turned away and called out. "Hey guys, I think I found her!" Without even looking, Witch summoned a strong gust of wind, blowing the crackling flames to nothing but black smoke and glowing embers.
    Stiffly, Empress and Oracle trudged over, poking their heads in to see what Witch was talking about, eyeing the young girl up and down. For a second, the captured girl had to look down to ensure that her red kimono hadn't hiked up and exposed anything. By the time she confirmed all was hidden and looked up, Oracle was nodding. "She looks stuck-up enough to be the princess."
    Given that these Dragonblood didn't know who she was, her hopes were raised. "Y-yes, I'm Princess Miya. Perhaps you've been sent to rescue me?"
    Empress shrugged. "Good enough for me." Standing above Miya, she raised her sword above her head, whose natural response was to shrink back in fear. This was a Dragonblood, brandishing a weapon while she couldn't fight back, it was reasonable to worry for her life. She shivered, unable to even look in Empress's direction with her closed eyes, but she heard the whoosh as the blade cut through the air, and felt it tug against the ropes that bound her hands to her torso for a quick second, before the restraints vanished. Miya noticed, but she kept her eyes closed for several seconds past that point, until she was sure there were no nasty surprises waiting for her. Finally, she worked up the courage to look, and saw that Empress's accuracy was unmatched, slicing through her tight bindings while leaving even her clothes untouched. Such was the power of the Dragonblood, the race that had overthrown her castle.
    Freed, Miya scampered out of the closet, brushed dust and soot off her kimono, and sighed in relief. "I was certain I would be burned to a crisp. So, who might you be?"
    "Well, I'm Witch, and the grumpy ones are Oracle and-"
    "We're mercenaries," Empress interrupted, covering Witch's mouth with her palm. "We were hired to deliver you to safegh!" She yanked her hand back once Witch licked it.
    Miya bowed her head. "Well, thank you for risking your life for my sake. However, we must hurry. They may have already discovered you."
    Oracle tilted her head and smirked. "'May have'?"
    "Let's get out of here," Miya continued. "I'll let you lead the way."
    "Good, then shut the hell up and get your ass moving," Oracle ordered, taking point before anyone else could make a move.
    Witch was the first to follow, giving some encouraging words to Miya as she passed by. "She's rude, but Oracle's not that mean."
    Empress passed by soon after, giving words of encouragement of her own. "Actually, yeah, she is." The Dragonblood all bunched together in front, moving at a cautious, deliberate pace. Though, Miya observed, it seemed as if Witch was the only one itching to go faster. Far be it from her to judge speed, of course, given that she was still a little numb and stiff. All together, they were moving quite leisurely for a group of girls in a burning building. They did all realize they should really get back outside, they just had other reasons to not rock the boat too harshly. So the goal was to get outside quickly.
    It was just how they would accomplish that goal that brought contention, as became apparent as soon as they reached a set of stairs. "We're going down," Empress started, taking a step onto the first descending.
    She only made that first step before she was brought to a halt by a stern reprimand. "Dumbass, that's where the fire is!" For a second, it almost sounded like Oracle cared. "We take the upper route, we don't walk through...you know, FIRE!"
    "But the upper route is only sky bridges," Miya informed them, knowing the architecture far better. "In an emergency situation like this, it's far safer to stay near the ground. The halls may collapse beneath out feet!"
    Surprisingly, Witch took Oracle's side. "And if that happens, we'll just jump across the rooftops." She smirked, like she had won this argument, before something occurred to her, a retort fully inside her own head. "Not that I'm afraid of the fire, this just seems easier!"
    "Yeah, because you two can fly," Empress argued back, making the two sides of the debate even in their members. "We don't get paid if we can't rescue the princess, who can't fly. And I really can't... I mean, I don't want to carry her right now."
    Dragonblood were a stubborn sort, so neither side was going to back down any time soon. Empress and Oracle stood firm, glaring daggers into the other's soul. They stood like stone for some time, though eventually, they had to start shifting their weight from one foot to the other, squeezing their knees together, all the while thinking the same thing: Dear Atruum, just give in already so we can get the hell out of here and I can take a piss!
    Time left over: 25 minutes
    Condition:
    Oracle: Bursting Empress: Bursting Witch: Fine Oracle and Witch are right Empress and Miya are right
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    tokyuu reacted to Kittensoda in Time for a Eula/Jean omorashi fic! (Genshin Impact)   
    Anybody else here like EuJean? I wrote a little fic with Eula snuggling a very desperate Jean and teasing her very full bladder~
     
    Hostage Situation♡
    -Crossposted from AO3-
    https://archiveofourown.org/works/32261311
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    "You're so full. Heh."   Somehow, today's after-hours tea time had evolved into this. Eula lay sprawled out on the sofa in the Grand Master's office, with Jean laying in her lap.  Her chin rested on Jean's shoulder, low voice in her ear making her shiver. Her arms reached around Jean, holding her close and stroking the tight, full lump of her bladder over her clothes.   Jean squirmed fruitlessly, face flushed. "Eula..." A feeble whimper.  "I..."   "You what?" Eula said. Her tone was sharp.   "Oh...!” Jean took in a breath as Eula slipped her hand underneath her blouse, her cold hand meeting her skin. Every muscle in her body tensed. "Oh goodness... Eula come on, I really, really have to go..."   Eula reveled in it all. She massaged her tummy more. "I already know that, so why are you telling me again?" She said stiffly.   "What I mean is... Let me go. Please?" Jean turned her head, looking up into her eyes. Her facial expression was soft and absolutely pitiful, her panting intermingled with soft whimpers.   Eula's heart skipped a beat. But she kept up her act. "Absolutely not. You can hold it longer than that, can't you? Get it together, Acting Grand Master Jean. Are you going to wet yourself like a little girl?" She bit back a smile as she saw Jean turn redder and dart her eyes away.   "Still, you are incredibly full..." She undid Jean's blouse so she could admire her swollen tummy. "My goodness."   "Ungh..." Jean writhed in Eula's lap, a hand gripped tightly onto Eula's arm for support as a wave of pressure washed over her. Her thighs rubbed together furiously, her head shook back and forth for a brief moment as she struggled to regain control.   "You're such a workaholic," Eula kept on. "Knowing you, you probably rarely visit the facilities. And on top of that you drink so much coffee. It's no wonder you can hold so much." She rubbed and rubbed her bare tummy, and then without warning, pressed into her.   "Agh!" Jean stiffened, a spurt of piss escaped into her tights, followed by another slightly longer one. "Eula, stop!"   Eula narrowed her eyes. "What? Are you leaking already?"   Jean let out a small whine.   "Well?"   Jean sighed. "Y-yes..." Embarrassment burned on the surface of her skin. "But I have been holding it for so long already, I..."   Eula made an exaggerated tut tut ."No, no, Jean." She reprimanded her calmly and shortly. "Knock that off. You need to hold it a bit longer."   "I... I do not know if I can anymore, Eula please-"   "Hold it." Her low voice, that sharp expression, the mischievous glint in her eyes. A shiver coursed through Jean and she shut up quick.   Eula felt the subtle trembling of the girl in her arms, her hands gripping onto her so tightly she felt the pinch of her nails through her sleeves. She was just so cute like this, the usually composed and reliable Acting Grand Master, so small and vulnerable with her.  She loved that duality so much. She stroked Jean's hair, kissed her cheek. Jean moaned softly, and that was all she needed to hear to know that Jean was enjoying this too.   And Jean was enjoying it. Immensely. Pressure pooled into her lower abdomen, hard and tight, heat radiating from her center throughout her body. Every prod into her tight tummy set her nerves on fire with pain and pleasure. She felt like she was losing herself in it. Still she held steadfast to her order from Eula not to let it out, she couldn't let any of it out... even as she felt it traveling downward, teasing her.   Suddenly Eula pressed into her hard, and Jean whined helplessly as another long spurt escaped her. She jerked up and folded into herself, able to cut off the flow after a few seconds. But as soon as she got it back under control, another assault on her belly sent another leak springing forth.   "Eu-Eula!" Her body wracked with shivers. "It's t-too much...!"   "Come on, just a little longer." She watched with wide-eyed satisfaction as the wet spot on Jean's lap grew. She eased up on the pressure just enough to let her recover.    Jean knew she was dangerously close to the point of no return, holding on by a thread, the pressure inside of her building by the second. She made a move to get up off of the sofa but Eula held her tightly in possessive hug.   "Don't go," Eula said. "Stay right here." She rubbed and teased her tummy just a bit more, knowing her prize was near.   Jean stumbled over her words, body overwhelmed and mind hazy. "Eula... I... at my limit--you--the sofa I can't--"   "Shh. Don't worry about that. I'll clean up." Eula said. "Just let go, right here."   "B-but...! Hahh-" A switch inside of her flipped at the words let go and before she could muster any other objections, her body was giving in.   Sudden loud hissing filled the room as Jean completely lost control; the hot jet of piss pooled into the seat of her white tights, darkening the fabric and soaking through filling Eula's lap with wetness.   Eula held her close, snuggled into her warm face. She gently stroked Jean's slowly deflating tummy as she peed so much onto her lap. The warmth seeped into the edges of her short-shorts and the tops of her thigh high socks, and poured over her bare thighs, overflowing onto the couch and then falling onto the floor below.   "Eula... oh my god..." Jean moaned through ragged panting. Her whole body tingled, she felt like she was floating.   "Relax, let it all out."   Jean leaned into her, exhausted as she continued pissing onto Eula's lap, seemingly endlessly. Eula's strong presence made her feel warm and relaxed right away.   "You're still going, wow." Eula chuckled. "I knew you could hold a lot but good grief!"   "I told you..." Jean chuckled as well, a bit bashful. It was well past a minute before the stream finally slowed and then came to an end.   "How did that feel?" Eula asked slyly. Her hands begin to roam Jean's body.   "Amazing." Jean sighed. "Incredible." She peered up at her adoringly, an honest innocent face that always melted Eula's heart.   "Good. See? I told you it would." Eula planted kisses all along her cheek, her neck, her shoulder. One hand cupped one of Jean's exposed breasts. The other slipped under the front of her tights. "Now I'm going to make you feel even better."   "Ngh... Eula..." Jean gasped. "I am extra sensitive..."   "Good." Eula ran her fingers through her warm wet folds, slick from her pee and from her arousal. She teased her back and forth from her entrance to the hood of her swollen clit. Her other hand massaged her breasts and prodded and pulled at her nipples. All the while she kissed and nipped at her neck. Within moments she had Jean whimpering and squirming on top of her once again, just the way she liked it.   "Ah, hn... Eula, Eula..."   Eula loved hearing her name tumble desperately from Jean's lips and she rewarded her greatly for it. She ran aggressive, sweet circles on her clit until Jean came for her quite easily.   As Jean lay panting in her lap, Eula brushed aside the hair against her sweaty brow. "Good girl." She murmured with a kiss to the forehead.   Jean hummed happily, still basking in bliss.   __________________________    
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    tokyuu got a reaction from Rinatro in Girlfriend and Desperation - A Kanojo Okarishimasu Story   
    Very nice!

    You and I must have similar tastes in anime... I keep watching shows then finding stories you've written about them.
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    tokyuu got a reaction from Railgun-sama in Girlfriend and Desperation - A Kanojo Okarishimasu Story   
    Very nice!

    You and I must have similar tastes in anime... I keep watching shows then finding stories you've written about them.
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