<div class="floatleft">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/d83eb36aefea31290dc47bd9c71ac85019a74331_zpsovivy5s5.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Fireau Shiro<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Park<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Fireau smirked as Satomi came into view, sporting a massive erection. Shaking her head, she tsked, "Did you go through town like that without at least rubbing one off at home first? Everybody's going to think you're a cross-dresser, you know. Here, let Fireau-<em>oneesama</em>take care of it for you..." without waiting for a reply, Fireau pulled Satomi down onto the bench to sit next to her, and slipped one hand up Satomi's skirt, sliding her panties aside, to grasp and stroke that thick eight-inch rod of meat that so desperately needed a soft touch. "Feel free to cum anytime, preferably before we face the witch!" she suggested, taking a puff from the cigarette still being held in her other hand, as though what she was doing was the most natural thing in the world.<br/><br/>She didn't stop even as the others began to trickle into their meeting spot. "Morning, Ikeda-san. At ease, soldier!<em>Ohayou</em>to you too, Rylie-chan!" she greeted them as they arrived, her voice full of entirely unconvincing innocence, her hand still jerking up and down under Satomi's skirt. She shrugged her shoulders, "I'd wave, but as you can see, I've got my hands full!"