Yoshika Miyafuji walked down the hall as she reflected on her life over the last couple of days. She was the newest member of the strike witches and adjusting to her new surrounds was a bit tough. The others seemed nice, but in a strange way. The others appeared to favor pairing, Francesca was quite close to Charlotte, Eila never left Sanya’s side and the girls from Karlsland were very tight knit. Lynette was very nice too… even if she did have massive boobs. Perrine had been the nastiest to her and she didn’t even know why.
“I jus’ don’t get her.”
Then was Mio, the squad-leader of the strike witches. The Fuso woman was a battle-hardened front-liner with a side of gentleness the others couldn’t help but respect… and follow. Her mind began to wonder as something reached under her arms and squeezed her small chest.
“Still not any bigger…” A voice whispered over her shoulder as Yoshika whimpered and turned to jelly.
“Fran… cesca…” Yoshika started to shuffle her feet as the Romagna girl jumped on her back, still groping her.
“I’m waiting.” The groping turned into pinching as Yoshika tripped and stumbled into someone’s room.
“Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ahhhh!” The two continued to fall into the dark room as they both closed their eyes. They landed on something soft as a strange but familiar smell invaded Yoshika’s nose. She slowly opened eyes as she found her face planted deeply in someone’s cunt. Francesa felt soft breast break her fall as she kept Yoshika’s head pinned down.
“IT’S A…”
“Can I help you two?” Francesa looked up to see Erica Hartmann staring down at her. A smirk worked up Erica’s face as she hastily wrapped her arms and legs around the two girls.
“Ohhhh sorry Erica.” The tanned girl grinned as she struck her tongue out and licked the blonde’s stiffening nipples. Down below, the smell was quickly followed by a sweet, wet fluid as Yoshika struggled around.
“Who is that?”
“Soooo hot!” Erica began to tense her body in a rocking motion as she continued to use her fellow pilots so vulgarly. The best part was only Francesa knew who was where.
“This can’t be happening… my head… is going blank…”
Yoshika’s crotch began to melt as she stuck her curious tongue into the Karlsland girl’s cunt. The lazy girl screamed with delight as she grinded the Fuso girl’s face ruthlessly into her soaking gap, still not knowing who was between her legs.
“Why does this feel so good…? I can’t control my body.”
Yoshika’s head swarmed with countless shameful thoughts as the other pilot’s naked bodies filled her mind.
“Who is this?”
Her hand shook violently as it slid down between her legs to her trembling cunt and inside. The blonde’s chest was steep with spit as Francesa and Erica stared at other passionately for a moment.
“It’s Yoshika…” Francesa whispered lightly as Erica’s face twisted instantly at the name, one of the others, No problem, but Yoshika? Even that was just too much.
“I’m going to CUM!” Erica shrieked vehemently as her white cream spurted down Yoshika’s innocent throat. The blonde collapsed to the bed as Yoshika, now free from the Karlsland girl’s iron-grip, threw her head back fiercely as she coughed up the blonde’s cum. Yoshika dropped back to the bed as every one of her senses were on fire as she continued to taste Erica’s cum and finger herself. Francesa kissed Erica lightly as she turned back to Yoshika who was lust-struck.
“Erica never gets off that quick, you’re really something Yoshika.” The tanned-girl pulled the Fuso girl’s wet fingers from her dripping slit and put them in her mouth.
“Mmmmm you taste delicious.” Francesa purred lightly as she began to finger herself. Yoshika blushed hot as Francesa’s small frame twitched wildly in front of her.
“Here, taste me.” The blue-eyed girl lifted her fingers as Yoshika panted and took them into her mouth. The two feed each other as Erica slowly sat up.
“That looks like fun.” The blonde smiled sharply as both girl’s turned to her.
“We’re just getting started…”