"Oooh, these are nice," Akira Satou said, as she unbuttoned Misha's blouse, revealing the younger girl's ample bosom. "I wish I had a bustline like yours. Lilly inherited all the boobage from the Scottish side of the family." The blonde half-Japanese woman cupped her own, significantly more modest bosom in her hands. "It's seriously unfair. Sometimes it makes me want to cry."
 
"I like your breasts, Akira~!" Misha said, giggling. "They're nice handfuls!" To illustrate, she pulled Akira's hands away and cupped the older woman's bare breast in the palm of her hand. "See?" she said, squeezing the soft flesh between her fingers. "They fit soooo nicely~!"
 
"You know what else fits nicely?" Akira smirked, pushing her chest towards the half-naked younger girl, savoring the feel of her warm hands cupping her flesh. "This!"
 
She held up the transparent plastic dildo and gave the phallic device a playful lick. "Now let's test the fit!"
 
"Yes, ma'am~!" Misha said acquiescently. She bent over on all fours and raised her rear end into the air, wiggling it back and forth playfully.
 
"Oh. . . oh, no no no, this won't do at all!" Akira sighed. "You're bone dry. . . No lubrication! It's very important to lubricate two parts together if you want them to fit well!" She pulled Misha's panties down to around her knees, then reached out and ran her finger up the length of the younger girl's slit. "See this? No moisture at all. . . very bad, Misha."
 
"Well, I can't help it," Misha pouted, turning her head to look back at the older woman. "I haven't really gotten ready for this yet."
 
"Well then. I guess it's my job to do the lubricating in this case!" Akira laughed out loud, her eyes crinkling up in a playful smile. "Bon appetit!"
 
And with that, she ducked her head down and gave Misha's warm pussy a long, slow lick, running her pink tongue all along the warm fold. Misha gave a little coo of delight as Akira's wet tongue stimulated her sensitive pussy, sending that wonderful little thrill of pleasure up her spine. She sighed in happiness and closed her eyes, just enjoying the feeling of Akira's skillful mouth coaxing the pleasure from her body.
 
For Akira's part, there was something absolutely delightful about the taste of a young girl's sex. Something fresh and clean even among the muskiness of a woman's scent. The scent of Misha's arousal was heady, intoxicating even. She eased her own white panties off her hips and tossed them to one side, one hand slipping between her legs to tease her own eager pussy even as she continued her skillful and practiced tonguing of Misha's warm wetness.
 
It was only once the clear ichor glistened freely over the pink folds of flesh, and Akira's fingers slipped easily in and out of the hot warmth of the younger girl's love canal, that Akira donned the black leather harness and strapped the hard, clear apparatus to her groin. Turning Misha over onto her back, she pulled herself up and positioned herself between the wonderfully rubenesque girl's spread legs. "And now. . . dessert!" she said, licking her lips, as she placed the rounded head of the dildo at the entrance of Misha's Holy of Holies.
 
With a firm, solid thrust of her hips, Akira thrust her crystal-clear prosthetic cock into Misha's quivering mound of love pudding, eliciting a high-pitched squeal of delight from the other girl. With each thrust, the pink-haired girl's melon-like breasts heaved and bounced, the strawberry-pink nipples hard as rocks. Akira paused her merciless pounding of Misha's pleasure canyon long enough to bend down and give her a taste of her own fish taco juice on her lips, then continued to to pleasure the bubbly young girl's muff with powerful, practiced thrusts of her ribbed rockin' rocket.
 
The powerful thrusts of Akira's acrylic anatomic analogue inside Misha's moist mellifluous minge-guarded muff finally elicited a powerful orgasm from both girls, causing them to cry out in delight as waves of absolute pleasure rolled over them like a tsunami. Love fluid poured from both their pussies as they rocked against each other, holding each other tight, their sweat mingling in lovely rivulets pouring from their exhausted bodies. . .
 
". . . all right," Hisao said, as he and the other girls looked on in awe. ". . . so I guess uhhhh. . . this game of 'gay chicken' is a draw, then?"
 
". . . I think we all win tonight," Lilly murmured.
 
". . . best game of Truth or Dare EVER," Emi said.