Momoko , unlike her clone, DEFINATELY seems to be showing signs of tiring, her hands grasping at his body pathetically as she continues to bounce..her head arched back against her clones' shoulder, swimming in a mass of her own pleasure. Her lips are far from silent now-as she's..quite absorbed in the act..those lewd noises between her leg starting to pick up as her hips continue to thrust and down...barely aware she's ..not necessarily supposed to be fucking some random clone so freely. Momoko presses a hand to her lips as the images fill her mind, her breath becoming intensely short as she presses a hand to her lips..toes starting to curl as she verges on the edge of an orgasm..<br/><br/><em>I can't think..I can't do anything..I ..I'm going to..I'm going to...</em>