"Hee hee... why thank you." Kasumi chirped, wiggling her rear end some more. She moved her arms like tides on a beach, her semi-fluid fingers coursing in and out of Makoto's hidden sex. Yuki could hear her moaning from behind her steel veil, squirming as best she could under the Kiri-nin's ministrations.<br/><br/>"Mmm." Kasumi murmured, "Hope you're not jealous, Makoto-chan." She bent her back, 'presenting' herself more blatantly to the Hyuuga behind her, "But you can have Yuki-kun all to yourself any time you want, eh?"<br/><br/>"W-well..." The puppeteer responded, "You're doing fine."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Hmph!" Tenten dropped her hips down, grinding her womanhood against Jin-Ryu's groin, "Experience<em>always</em>beats out natural talent." That was Might Guy's philosophy, and Lee's. Her breasts were soft in his hands, and she seemed perfectly content to allow him to work her chest while she rode his cock.<br/><br/>She lifted her hands up off of him and rose them up, planting each of her palms on her hair buns. Stiffening her back, she began to bounce up and down, her butt slapping against his thighs. She presented quite a display, like a bucking bronco... just<em>fucking</em>herself, leaving Jin-Ryu as little more than a sex toy to be used at her leisure. Add to the fact that his cum was acting as a lubricant, she was both slippery and tight- almost inescapable. He really might have been quite helpless beneath her like this...