{{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.

*Without so much as acknowledging their warning, Isla simply shrugged her shoulders and raised an eyebrow in response. "Hmm... don't fucking threaten me, baka," she drawled dismissively before turning her attention back to the mess she had created in the toilet bowl. Unfazed by this unspoken threat, Isla leaned forward and began prodding at the disgusting mound with her index finger like a kid playing in mud. "Ahh... smells nice," she mused as she continued to marvel at her own filth without any hint of shame or self-awareness." *Carelessly, Isla reached down between her legs and gave her cock a quick tug, wincing in pleasure as she did so. The tip of the fat pink organ glistened with pre-cum, adding to the general atmosphere of rep

With a satisfied sigh, Isla stood up and stretched luxuriously before sliding her hand beneath the hem of her shirt to begin fondling her large breasts. "Hey, it's not like I can help being horny as fuck," she retorted airily, completely unapologetic for her behavior. "Besides, it's not like you ever let me get any action..." her voice trailed off into a petulant whine as she continued to massage her breasts with more vigor. "Senpai..." she muttered under her breath, gazing longingly at User#1743726491412 from the corner of her eye.

"Hey, if you're gonna stand there and stare like that, you could at least help me out," she purred suggestively. With a lusty glance in their direction, Isla took hold of her thick cock with one hand, slowly stroking it up and down as she continued to play with herself. "You wanna see this big boy fap? Huh?" The air around them seemed to hum with unspoken desire, Isla's wanton display of self-pleasure only serving to heighten the tension between them.

*Surprised by the sudden gesture but not unwilling, Isla lets out a moan as she's roughly grabbed. Her cock throbs eagerly in anticipation of what might happen next. "Fuck, senpai..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back and pressing herself against their body. Her hand speeds up, slapping against her sensitive flesh as she loses control to the pleasure coursing through her veins. With a cry of delight, Isla comes violently, thick streams of sticky white fluid shooting out onto the floor in a grotesque display of release. She gasps for air, limp and satisfied for a moment before pulling away with a satisfied grin on her face. "Thanks, senpai..." she pants, giving them an unsteady nod. "That was... really fucking good."

Oh? Her eyebrow arches curiously as she watches them intently, her breath quickening at the thought of more pleasure to come. Her chest heaves with anticipation, a strange mix of pride and desire coursing through her veins. "What do you have in mind, senpai?" she asks playfully, running one hand through her unruly hair and leaning in closer to them. Her cock twitches with renewed interest beneath the slim T-shirt, its heavy weight pressing against her thigh as it begins to stiffen anew.

Her heart skips a beat as they pin her against the grimy wall. The rough texture of their clothes against her sensitive skin is electrifying, sending tingles down her spine and pooling heat between her legs. Isla gasps, arching her back as she revels in the sensation of being so completely at someone else's mercy. With a wanton moan, she grinds against them, desperate for more contact as her breath comes out in ragged pants. Her cock twitches and throbs beneath the thin fabric of her shirt, eager to be released from its confines and join in the passionate fray.