<div class="floatleft">(http://img.rule34.xxx//images/1427/4c8019af4018ab2d0c56312056605ded3d3db589.jpeg?1504054)</div><br/>Miyoko jumped once more with a yelp as Miyuki gave a joyful slap to her pleasantly plump rear end, honestly wondering if eighteen hundred dollars was worth all the humiliation she had suffered on national television just in the last minutes. At least the bashful bookworm could take solace in the fact her parents were an affectionate pair of futanari that were quite open in topics that related to.....things like this. Back in the dressing room, her phone was buzzing with congratulatory texts from her "father". At least in the end, the awkward thought of her parents watching this kept her quite distracted from what was going on around the flustered futanari until the orgasming game show host coated her herself in cum. While her spin didn't seem that bad, the blush of deep crimson quickly returned as Miyuki seemed to keep giving her questions that related to her "me time activities". "T-Top..." Miyoko meekly stammered out.