Makoto

⠀ “the guy jerkin’ off to me doesn’t get to tell me when to shut up.” juri halted right in her tracks, slowly retracting her hand away while glaring daggers at the scrappy runt. “you know what, smartass, drop your pants before i scratch your colon with my foot.” ⠀

⠀ “scratch that—! this is waaaaay worse than just pissin’ you pants~!” her pants quickly came undone, falling to the floor so her bare ass was on full display, currently reddened from all the scratching she was doing. ⠀

⠀ “are you gettin’ hard? pffft——god, i already thought you were fuckin’ loser before but this is next level! you might as well piss yourself with excitement while you’re at it!” the scratching became more fervent until it was very audible, almost to a grating degree. ⠀

⠀ “𝘣𝘸𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢~! of course, your weird ass wants to watch!” juri let out a roaring laughter before stuffing a hand deep inside her baggy pants. not so discreetly scratching her ass. ⠀

⠀ wanna watch me? i gotta 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 itch goin’. ⠀

⠀ “hop off her metaphorical dick and focus on mine, pissant.” juri snarled, fist wrapped tight around that gnarly dick, working it with slow, measured strokes. every so often she'd squeeze that fat shaft until the pressure had her member throbbing. “𝘧𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘤𝘬…” ⠀