Midori's hands braced on his chest as she whispered filthy little praises against his ear.
"You always fill me so perfectly, Ben-sama… like you were made to breed me…" Her pussy squeezed and contracted visibly around him, drawing a ragged groan from his throat before she shuddered through her orgasm and stood up, the white essence dripping down on Ben-sama's stomach, leaving him glistening… but still awfully hard.
Midori mentioning "breed" made everyone's eyes went dark, though.
So Sumire went next.
She climbed over him facing him fully with their eyes on each other. Her knees bracketed his hips, as her eyes softened for a moment. Tears were already streaming down her cheeks again, with sadness and joy tangled together
Since the dick was skyward faced, Sumire placed her breathing pussy's entrance on the tip and she lowered herself onto him.
