Sengo crawls up after her eagerly. He can smell the same heavy aromas the girls can, but they don't... they just don't mean anything to him. Or not the same things. He's used to the locker room fug of testosterone, and for that matter, the smell of his own come on his sheets & the hand-towels & boxer shorts in his laundry.
The heady scent of the girls - even when overwhelming, or sharpened with the scent of sweat - that's always and only a positive, pure and simple.
Miyabi spreads herself open for him, and he doesn't hesitate to pull himself over her, aiming his cock, momentarily only half-hard after coming in Ena, before he hesitates a moment and laughs.
God, he likes the sight of his come, still sticky on her skin.
"You want me to go down on you first, or just go at it?"
He'd been assuming, at this point, that she just wanted to be railed, but it's good to make sure. Being crass & crude doesn't mean he needs to be inconsiderate. With that same consideration for others, he reaches out sideways a moment to fiddle with Aoi's clit with two fingers while he waits for Myabi to answer.
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The heady scent of the girls - even when overwhelming, or sharpened with the scent of sweat - that's always and only a positive, pure and simple.
Miyabi spreads herself open for him, and he doesn't hesitate to pull himself over her, aiming his cock, momentarily only half-hard after coming in Ena, before he hesitates a moment and laughs.
God, he likes the sight of his come, still sticky on her skin.
"You want me to go down on you first, or just go at it?"
He'd been assuming, at this point, that she just wanted to be railed, but it's good to make sure. Being crass & crude doesn't mean he needs to be inconsiderate. With that same consideration for others, he reaches out sideways a moment to fiddle with Aoi's clit with two fingers while he waits for Myabi to answer.