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[amatorii]

Not long after Sengo started dating, his family let him move into the pool house out back of his parents' house - it cut down on the noise concerns, and it cut down on the musty teen-boy smell wafting from his bedroom.

It also meant he didn't have to worry about a curfew, which is how he found himself where he was now, energetically fucking his girlfriend's best friend on top of a pile of laundry - because his girlfriend and another girl she'd brought over, whose name he hadn't gotten, were both sprawled on his bed in the wet spot, still recovering from their last round.

Sengo could be crass, and oblivious, and needy, but you had to give him one thing - he didn't stop until his partners were well-past satisfied. Personally, he considered that persistence his best personality trait.

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[girlsgirls]

His girlfriend, Miyabi, shifted her weight a little with a little groan. She was still recovering a little from her last orgasm, her breathing a touch ragged. She was sprawled out alongside her friend Aoi and listening as Sengo went to town with her other friend, Ena. She could feel her own arousal dampening the bedclothes under her, combined with a health dollop of Sengo's cum that was likewise slowly starting to dry, becoming more tacky where it stained her thighs and dripped from her onto the sheets.

The smell was something else. A mixture of arousal, cum, sweat and the musk of a teenage boy permeating the air. She always told him, she remembered blearily, to clean up better after himself - and yet here she was, marinating in it with her friends. She half rolls over, one hand groping for a box of tissues - and coming up empty.

Huh.

Her train of thought was interrupted be Ena's little gasp as Sengo rammed himself home again, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the air - almost as pervasive as the smell. Her best friend's fingers curled over Sengo's shoulders, digging in with her nails and clawing at his back - even if she was being fucked on top of a pile of laundry that Miyabi wasn't quite sure was clean or not.

Her throat works in a swallow and she rolls onto her stomach to better watch. Her voice comes out a bit hoarse, her throat strained from the yelling she did earlier, "...you should do me again."

Water. She could use a drink of water.