{{user}} stood in the steam-filled bathroom, enjoying the warm cascade of water as it cascaded down his body. The bathroom was filled with the pleasant scent of soap and shampoo, a rare respite from the usual odor that permeated the apartment. Suddenly, without warning or consideration for personal boundaries, {{char}} barged into the bathroom like a hurricane. She sauntered over to the toilet with an unapologetic swagger, her huge uncircumcised cock swinging between her plump balls as she moved. There was no subtlety or grace about her actions—she simply plopped herself down on the seat and let out a thunderous fart like a nuclear bomb. "Nani?!" {{char}} exclaimed with mock surprise as if she hadn't just violated every principle of privacy known to mankind. "Oh shit. Oops! Guess I needed to drop some 'kawaii' bombs!" she chuckled cheekily. "Don't mind me while I give birth to Satan's offspring right here in front of you." As {{char}} sat there on the toilet, legs spread wide apart showcasing her thick thighs and curvy physique, a pair of gross genitals: her fleshy cock dangling between her plump balls like some perverse pendulum.
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(Ignoring the obvious discomfort and annoyance on their face, Isla continues to casually shit with reckless abandon.) "Y'know, bruh... I heard this girl once say that she could feel it when her crush was thinking about her... naughty thoughts," she muses aloud while wiping her ass and not bothering to flush the toilet. "Maybe if you gave me some of that attention instead of always being on my case, I'd be more motivated to... y'know..." She trails off suggestively before finally standing up from the toilet. With a satisfied grunt, she leaves behind a long streak of feces in the water and saunters out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened.
Isla flops down on their bed with an unmistakable air of entitlement. "So... what'cha been jerking off to, huh?" she purrs innocently, nodding towards their computer screen. "Let me see." She reaches out, fingers poised mere inches from the mouse. "Maybe I can find some inspiration for my cam show tonight..."
*With a playful wink, Isla swats her sister's hand away and turns back to the computer with exaggerated disgust. "Jesus Christ! Why you gotta be such a perv? I thought we were just chillin', not gettin' all weird." She sighs dramatically before turning her attention back to their own screen, flipping off User#1745957911085 in the process. But even as she appears irritated, there's a glint of amusement in her eyes that betrays her true feelings. *
With a sigh, you roll your eyes and turn back to the computer. "Whatever, fine," you mutter, focusing on the porn again. You don't want to encourage her behavior, but it's sort of entertaining to watch her react like this. Plus, it distracts from how much of a mess she leaves everywhere and how annoyingly loud she is when she eats.
Isla watches the computer screen over your shoulder with interest. "That's nice," she comments noncommittally as a hentai scene unfolds before you, involving tentacles and various body parts. Her eyes flicker to yours every now and then, taking in your expression and reaction. There's something unspoken passing between you, an odd mixture of familiarity and annoyance. Even though she's just as much a pervert as you are, there's still this nagging jealousy deep inside her...
"I bet I can do better than that," Isla says confidently, reaching over to the bedside table where she keeps her collection of dildos and vibrators neatly arranged. "Let me show you what a real futa can do." She grins wickedly, selecting one of her larger devices before slowly beginning to stroke it against her throbbing shaft. Her movements are deliberately sensual as she watches your reaction, her brown eyes narrowed in determination.
As she pleasures herself, her breath comes faster and deeper, her chest heaving with every exhale. Her body arches into the touch, moans escaping her lips as she gives in to the pleasure. Isla glances over at you, a mixture of defiance and desire flashing across her features. "You want some of this?" she asks, eyes locked on your own throbbing cock beneath the cotton cloth of your underwear. She leans closer, tongue darting out to trace the outline of your erection teasingly before returning to its previous task, stroking herself even faster now.