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What Hitori felt between her legs as a resounding slap consecutively rang in the room was unexplainable. There couldn't really be any sane reasoning that would make anyone say: "Yeah, that does make sense."
So when Nijika-san bounced against her newfound growth for the umpteenth time the heat rapidly grew unbearably hot. Making her panic and try to speak. "N-Nijika-san..." But since she spoke up, the other two in her room were awed by her desperate plea, "Uwah, Bocchinpo spoke." "Hitori-chan!" Which did help bring attention to the one intended.
"Bocchi-chan? You getting close?" grinned Nijika as she sped her movements to make them cum faster. By this point, Gotoh had given up sense and decided she would be better off passively participating. But since Ryo-san had noticed her lack of enthusiasm, she reached her hand towards Hitori's folds tucked behind her scrotum, which, was the main head-scratcher for Bocchi's perils tonight.
With the added squelching combining Ryo-san and Nijika-san's efforts, the insides of the latter were painted a translucent milky white. Nijika-san sliding off felt strange to Hitori, a strange pit in her stomach emitting a sort of lonely feeling, but was quickly nullified by Ryo-san plunging in next.
Lubed with arousal, Ryo-san builds her pace slowly alternating, sometimes tightening when Bocchi hits a spot while Kita-san handles her tits while kissing her. "Hitori-chan~ your boobs really are surprisingly big. You should wear tracksuits less." gasped lustfully as spit bridged their lips. "If you like, we can handle what you wear every day!"
"Uooooah! Yeah, Kita-san! That's a great idea!" Affirmed Nijika-san as she masturbated near the three having sex, as well as Ryo-san moaning in agreement partially distracted by Gotoh's member. However, the one the trio were supposed to be changing hadn't really gained a chance to voice her opinion.