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+. to F › Card Captor Sakura
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
Views:
25,879
Reviews:
8
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I do not own - CARD CAPTORS, TSUBASA, or any other Clamp thing. I wrote this for my own amusement. I do not make any money from these writings. Please don't sue
after practice pt 2
Sakura took each girl by the hand and had them straddle over his face and the bench so that Ryuou was looking right up at their crotch barely getting sight of the girl’s lovely face. For a little more stimulation, Sakura licked the tip of a cheerleading baton and slowly brushed it first against the other girl’s chest and then across the other girl’s spread crotch almost daring them to moan with delight at the touch of the simple plastic baton.
Tomoyo was first, the classical Japanese beauty – long, elegant but-length dark hair and a demure aspiration on her face. She moaned out trying to steal a kiss from Sakura, her dark shorts growing darker. Not Ryuou’s type.
Breaking up the two writhing girls, Chiharu was next. Her small brown braids framed her face like that of a china doll, her alabaster legs worth every look. He was not a Lolita-type.
Rika, the older mature woman-type. Not his cup of tea, even with the fact that she was so not wearing her panties or the shorts.
She presented Naoko. She looked down at him standing there in a snake-skin print half-cup bra with wide snake-skin patterned straps, its seamed and boned curve covering only a horizontal bust-line across her B-sized breasts.
To say Ryuou was a “glasses-type” would like saying the Pacific Ocean is slightly damp and wet.
Sakura moved on doing the same with each member of the soccer team leaving herself for last – not that Hiro minded to wait. Smiling he decided a little punishment game for her – the “princess type” – that she would have to stick the baton inside her pussy until he decided what he wanted from her.
Sakura gave an obedient little grin, pushed aside her shorts showing two things – firstly, the shorts were two sizes too small, secondly that in order to fit the “princess type” had neglected her panties. Moaning, sighing deeply, Sakura worked a lovely lather along the baton – knowing that it was thick with her squad’s juice.
In the tip went pressing the fabric aside for Hiro to enjoy his little show. Her big green eyes closed in imagination wondering how big Clow Reed was compared to her father or Eriol. Her mind was playing with the sheer thrill of that idea – becoming the true “mistress of Clow.”
All the while the girls did not move, other than kiss and let themselves be groped by their respective reclining partners.
“Oral,” Hiro finally choked out, his penis aching watching her work the baton as if she were making love to Clow Reed.
A nod, Sakura removed the baton, turned around saying, “Oral,” and placed her crotch on his chin. He smiled at this prospect. Hiro knew that her cum had mixed with the rest of the cheerleading squad’s cum.
The cheerleading squad copied her each placing themselves to 69 their parterners.
Allowing him to pull off her panties, Sakura exposed his nine-and-one half inch member to the air, “Such a healthy little hero,” she stroked it and patted it. Then she opened her mouth and began licking it from the root to the tip, her tongue brushing it left and right.
The squad was doing the same pleasuring their soccer star.
His tongue started to dart over her golden pubic hairs, across the clit, and dove inside like a child licking an Oreo cookie.
Naoko treated Ryuou’s penis like an ice cream cone. Sighing at Ryuou, daring him to remove his blush and lick her harder.
Working their men for the next half-hour, Hiro must have come twice – once on Sakura’s cheek and once inside the mouth. Her liquid coated him until he came a third time.
Licking her teeth and lips, Sakura stood giving an evil look at her star, “What a good little hero you are,” she patted his penis. She picked up her baton and taped each girl on the shoulder making them get off their partner.
Naoko and Ryuou was a difficult action to do so, she had to actually tell her to part from the brown-haired boy.
The boys looked at Sakura wondering why she stopped the girls.
A smirk.
She took each girl and led them each to a new partner.
Ryuou looked up at a new partner – Sakura. His face rather sad almost wishing to once more taste Naoko.
“Had he said “pussy,” she touched his penis with her finger, “This little dragon would know Naoko-Chan really well. So, Ryuou-kun, which do you want a girl’s “little kitten” or not?”
A nod, “Yes.”
Tomoyo was first, the classical Japanese beauty – long, elegant but-length dark hair and a demure aspiration on her face. She moaned out trying to steal a kiss from Sakura, her dark shorts growing darker. Not Ryuou’s type.
Breaking up the two writhing girls, Chiharu was next. Her small brown braids framed her face like that of a china doll, her alabaster legs worth every look. He was not a Lolita-type.
Rika, the older mature woman-type. Not his cup of tea, even with the fact that she was so not wearing her panties or the shorts.
She presented Naoko. She looked down at him standing there in a snake-skin print half-cup bra with wide snake-skin patterned straps, its seamed and boned curve covering only a horizontal bust-line across her B-sized breasts.
To say Ryuou was a “glasses-type” would like saying the Pacific Ocean is slightly damp and wet.
Sakura moved on doing the same with each member of the soccer team leaving herself for last – not that Hiro minded to wait. Smiling he decided a little punishment game for her – the “princess type” – that she would have to stick the baton inside her pussy until he decided what he wanted from her.
Sakura gave an obedient little grin, pushed aside her shorts showing two things – firstly, the shorts were two sizes too small, secondly that in order to fit the “princess type” had neglected her panties. Moaning, sighing deeply, Sakura worked a lovely lather along the baton – knowing that it was thick with her squad’s juice.
In the tip went pressing the fabric aside for Hiro to enjoy his little show. Her big green eyes closed in imagination wondering how big Clow Reed was compared to her father or Eriol. Her mind was playing with the sheer thrill of that idea – becoming the true “mistress of Clow.”
All the while the girls did not move, other than kiss and let themselves be groped by their respective reclining partners.
“Oral,” Hiro finally choked out, his penis aching watching her work the baton as if she were making love to Clow Reed.
A nod, Sakura removed the baton, turned around saying, “Oral,” and placed her crotch on his chin. He smiled at this prospect. Hiro knew that her cum had mixed with the rest of the cheerleading squad’s cum.
The cheerleading squad copied her each placing themselves to 69 their parterners.
Allowing him to pull off her panties, Sakura exposed his nine-and-one half inch member to the air, “Such a healthy little hero,” she stroked it and patted it. Then she opened her mouth and began licking it from the root to the tip, her tongue brushing it left and right.
The squad was doing the same pleasuring their soccer star.
His tongue started to dart over her golden pubic hairs, across the clit, and dove inside like a child licking an Oreo cookie.
Naoko treated Ryuou’s penis like an ice cream cone. Sighing at Ryuou, daring him to remove his blush and lick her harder.
Working their men for the next half-hour, Hiro must have come twice – once on Sakura’s cheek and once inside the mouth. Her liquid coated him until he came a third time.
Licking her teeth and lips, Sakura stood giving an evil look at her star, “What a good little hero you are,” she patted his penis. She picked up her baton and taped each girl on the shoulder making them get off their partner.
Naoko and Ryuou was a difficult action to do so, she had to actually tell her to part from the brown-haired boy.
The boys looked at Sakura wondering why she stopped the girls.
A smirk.
She took each girl and led them each to a new partner.
Ryuou looked up at a new partner – Sakura. His face rather sad almost wishing to once more taste Naoko.
“Had he said “pussy,” she touched his penis with her finger, “This little dragon would know Naoko-Chan really well. So, Ryuou-kun, which do you want a girl’s “little kitten” or not?”
A nod, “Yes.”