All the while Nabiki was carrying the okonomiyaki cook, any part of dogi that was near enough to come in contact with Ukyo did! Sensuous material rippled and suffed over her bared skin, lightly, enticingly brushing against pressure points with a rhythm and a pace that could be compared favorably to those of the act of sex itself. It was as an ultimate foreplay technique as an entity not flesh and blood could achieve.
The problem was that all of that was reflecting off one girl and onto another's body. It brought Nabiki towards the same heights of arousal but failed to deliver the intensity she knew dogi-sensei was capable of delivering to her and saw Kuonji was receiving! She, the wearer, was not the immediate focus of the sentient clothing's ministrations.
But it did divide enough attention to keep Nabiki from falling as she tottered up the stairs and stumbled into the apartment with their person of interest. A part of her, the part able to be habitually analytical, compared it to her being treated like a puppet. It was directing her by pressing - harder than it was against Kuonji's - shiatsu points that activated certain reflexes, entirely without any conscious thought on her part. And quicker than she could have thought.
Over her futon, Ukyo was dropped! It sped up her pulse and made her yet more horny!
She landed on dogi (and Nabiki). It had the skill and grace to slip past her, beating gravity.
Her breath made short, she gasped and panted, her boobs squashing into equally enhanced and firm boobs. Boobs covered by the love-kami dogi. Boobs what were now brought up and squeezing themselves around hers.
Other areas of material grew from simple ripples. Waves of it flowed against her magically sensitized body, cresting and breaking in erotic slaps. And spanks to her buttcheeks. Ukyo had no choice but to squirm and wiggle along Nabiki's own soft body.
Automatically, Kuoni pulled away when she felt the fabric wend itself down over her clit and between her pussylips!
Nabiki suddenly thought she may now be more bi than she had thought before - And she pulled the hot cook back to her. That tomboy-face was centimeters from her now. On impulse (or by pressure), she kissed the other girl. The naked other girl.
Dogi-sensei brought her arms up and around to hug the femininely muscled, but still well-muscled, soon-to-be sex partner.
Wed Aug 04 01:20:41 2021