Rukia's breaths shallow and uneven, the afterglow of their climax still pulsing through her veins. Her pussy, slick with their mingled fluids, clenches faintly around his softening cock, a delicious reminder of the intensity they just shared. Ichigo's fingers trace idle patterns along her spine, his touch gentle yet possessive, grounding her in the moment. Rukia's lips curl into a sly smile, her violet eyes glinting with a spark of mischief as she shifts, feeling his cock twitch inside her despite its temporary retreat.
"Already thinking about round two, huh?" Ichigo teases, his voice rough but warm, his orange hair damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead. Rukia doesn't answer immediately, instead lifting herself slightly, letting his cock slip out of her with a wet, lewd squelch. A trickle of cum follows, dripping down her inner thigh, and she shivers at the sensation, her clit still hypersensitive. She sits up, straddling his hips, her small breasts glistening with sweat, nipples pebbled in the cool air. "Maybe," she purrs, her tone playful yet edged with hunger, her fingers trailing down his chiseled abs to where his cock rests, half-hard and slick against his stomach.
Before Ichigo can respond, the door creaks open, and both their heads snap toward the sound. Orihime Inoue stands in the doorway, her voluptuous figure framed by the soft light spilling in from the hallway. Her auburn hair cascades over her shoulders, and her wide, honey-brown eyes widen in surprise, a flush creeping up her cheeks as she takes in the scene-Rukia's sweat-slicked body atop Ichigo, the unmistakable evidence of their passion staining the sheets. "O-oh! I-I'm so sorry!" Orihime stammers, her voice high-pitched, her hands fluttering nervously as she starts to back away. "I didn't mean to-!"
Rukia's eyes narrow, a predatory glint flashing through them as she slides off Ichigo, her movements fluid and deliberate. "Don't go, Orihime," she calls, her voice low and sultry, cutting through the other woman's panic. She steps toward Orihime, her naked body glistening, her thighs slick with cum and arousal. Orihime freezes, her gaze darting between Rukia's confident stride and Ichigo, who props himself up on his elbows, his cock stirring at the sight of the two women. "Stay," Rukia murmurs, closing the distance, her small hand reaching out to gently grasp Orihime's wrist. "You've been watching us, haven't you?"
Orihime's blush deepens, her full lips parting as she tries to protest, but the guilt in her eyes betrays her. "I-I didn't mean to spy, I just... heard noises and..." Her voice trails off as Rukia steps closer, their bodies nearly touching, Rukia's petite frame a stark contrast to Orihime's curvaceous one. Rukia's gaze flicks down to Orihime's chest, where her massive breasts strain against her thin blouse, her nipples visibly hardening beneath the fabric. "You're curious," Rukia whispers, her breath warm against Orihime's ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "You want to know what it feels like, don't you?"
Ichigo watches, his cock now fully hard again, throbbing against his abdomen as Rukia's bold move ignites a fresh wave of desire. "Rukia," he says, his voice a low warning, but there's no real heat in it-only curiosity and a growing hunger. Rukia glances back at him, a smirk playing on her lips as she tugs Orihime forward, guiding her toward the bed. "Come on, Ichigo," she says, her tone teasing. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about this." Orihime stumbles slightly, her heart racing, but she doesn't resist as Rukia pushes her to sit on the edge of the bed, her skirt riding up to reveal creamy thighs.
Rukia kneels between Orihime's legs, her hands sliding up the other woman's thighs, pushing the skirt higher. Orihime gasps, her hands gripping the sheets, her eyes wide as Rukia's fingers brush the damp fabric of her panties. "R-Rukia, what are you-?" she squeaks, but her protest dissolves into a moan as Rukia presses her thumb against Orihime's clit through the cotton, rubbing slow, firm circles. "So wet already," Rukia murmurs, her voice dripping with approval. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of Orihime's panties, tugging them down to reveal her glistening pussy, the folds pink and swollen with need.
Ichigo moves closer, his cock bobbing as he kneels behind Rukia, his hands finding her hips. He watches, mesmerized, as Rukia leans forward, her tongue darting out to lap at Orihime's pussy, eliciting a sharp cry from the busty woman. Orihime's head falls back, her massive tits heaving as she pants, her hips bucking instinctively against Rukia's mouth. "Ohh, Rukia, that's-nngh!" she moans, her voice trembling, her fingers tangling in Rukia's dark hair. Rukia hums against her clit, the vibration sending shockwaves through Orihime's body, her juices coating Rukia's chin.
Ichigo can't hold back any longer. He grips Rukia's ass, spreading her cheeks to reveal her dripping pussy, still leaking his cum from earlier. He lines up his cock, the head nudging her entrance, and thrusts in with one smooth motion, groaning at the tight, wet heat. Rukia moans into Orihime's pussy, the sound muffled but raw, her body rocking forward with each of Ichigo's powerful thrusts. Her small tits jiggle, her nipples brushing the sheets as she eats Orihime out with fervor, her tongue flicking and sucking the sensitive bud. "Fuck, Rukia, you're so tight," Ichigo grunts, his balls slapping against her thighs, the wet smack echoing in the room.
Orihime's moans grow louder, her thighs trembling as Rukia's relentless assault pushes her toward the edge. "I-I'm gonna-oh gods, Rukia!" she cries, her pussy clenching as her orgasm hits, juices squirting onto Rukia's face. Rukia laps it up greedily, her own pleasure spiking as Ichigo pounds into her, his cock hitting her cervix with every thrust. "Nngh, Ichigo, harder!" Rukia demands, her voice hoarse, her pussy squeezing him as she nears another climax. Ichigo complies, his hips slamming into her, his fingers digging into her hips as he feels his release building again.
The room is a symphony of lewd sounds-Orihime's whimpers, Rukia's moans, Ichigo's grunts, the wet slap of skin on skin. Orihime, still panting from her orgasm, reaches for her blouse, fumbling with the buttons to free her massive tits, which bounce heavily as they spill out. Ichigo's eyes darken at the sight, his thrusts growing erratic. Rukia, sensing his impending release, pulls back from Orihime's pussy, her lips glistening. "Cum inside me again, Ichigo," she commands, her voice sultry, pushing back against him. With a guttural groan, Ichigo thrusts deep, his cock pulsing as he fills her pussy with hot cum, triggering Rukia's own climax. Her walls clamp down, milking him as she screams, her body shaking.
Orihime watches, her pussy throbbing anew, her fingers drifting to her clit as she rubs herself, desperate for more. Rukia collapses forward, her face resting against Orihime's thigh, her breath hot against the sensitive skin. Ichigo pulls out, his cock slick with cum, and leans back, his chest heaving. The three of them are a sweaty, tangled mess, the air thick with the scent of their shared pleasure. Rukia smirks, her eyes flicking between Ichigo and Orihime. "We're not done yet," she murmurs, her voice promising more as she reaches for Orihime's hand, pulling her closer.