MHA Bleached prompts

Saiko and Momo

"I must say, Momo, the tea is quite delicious today." The huge piece of marble-colored meat throbbed between Saiko's expert fingers, the tip of her tongue tracing the fine porcelain cup in her other hand as she took a delicate sip. A shudder of pleasure rolled down her spine as she smelt the delicious 'tea' her butler had so generously provided her with.

"Why thank you, Saiko. It is quite delicious." The busty, raven-haired Momo Yaoyorozu replied. She sat at the other end of the table, her breasts straining against the thin silken gown that hung loosely around her frame. The material was nearly see-through, giving a generous view of the luscious cleavage that was on display. "I believe it is of a rather rare blend as well. I can see why it's so popular among the girls."

Momo's hands were similarly busy, stroking and pumping the same piece of throbbing white meat as Saiko Intelli. The two of them were seated at opposite ends of the table, with their butler standing between them. As they sipped from their respective cups, the two girls continued to idly chit-chat over small gossip and recent events.

Under the table, their hands moved in unison. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Two delicate pairs of soft, slender fingers wrapped around an engorged, veiny shaft that had no end and seemingly no beginning as far as Saiko was concerned. The perfect specimen of cock. So big... so long...

It was unbecoming to a lady such as herself to ogle the male genitalia, no matter how big and magnificent and warm and veiny. She was a 'proper' girl from a 'good' family. Such crass behavior should be below her. Her parents and her tutors would have all agreed that it was certainly no way to behave. And yet, like the rich decadence of white chocolate that the maid served after dessert, the appeal was oh so very enticing and hard for the refined palate to say no.

"I must agree," the periwinkle-haired woman replied, putting on her best prim and proper Japanese accent as she took another sip. "I don't suppose you would happen to know where they source such rare ingredients, would you?" A slight quiver could be heard in her voice, and her breath hitched ever so slightly as a particularly loud slurp of spunk slid down into the depths of her belly.

Momo shook her head, her eyes half-lidded as she stared down at the cup. "I'm afraid not. I don't think they'd be willing to share their secrets even if I asked. They have a reputation to keep, you know." The busty raven-haired girl licked her lips as she took another sip. "But if you're that curious, perhaps you should inquire about their supplier yourself."

Saiko chuckled softly, her free hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Perhaps, perhaps..." Her voice trailed off, distracted by the delicious taste on her tongue and the sensation of her fingers wrapped around the massive slab of white dickmeat that throbbed so lewdly between her and Momo's joined hands. Her periwinkle eyes never left the other girl's onix-colored ones as they sipped from their respective teacups filled to the brim with the warm and creamy spunk of their butler.

The debauchery of the situation was so much better with her equally debauched girlfriend. It was one thing to have a handsome hunk of ivory muscle serve as her personal butler, but it was quite another to have a fellow 'proper' girl like Momo Yaoyorozu sitting across from her, also enjoying the same kind of depraved pleasure she was getting. It was a perverse kind of thrill that sent a tingle of pleasure up her spine every time she thought of it. A rich and spoiled heiress and her girlfriend, who was just as rich and spoiled as her, were sitting on opposite sides of a table with a huge slab of white cock meat between them. How delightfully improper.

"Such exquisite taste, don't you agree, Momo?" Saiko commented, licking the last drops of cum off the rim of her cup with a satisfied sigh. "I can see why it's so popular." She made sure to take her sweet time in cleaning the entire cup out, ensuring that not even a single drop of cum was wasted before setting her teacup down with a satisfied sigh. Saiko knew her manners, after all.