“Guess it’s my turn, huh?” Ritsuko crawled onto the bed, straddling Shinji’s chest, and sat, smothering him with her sopping wet backside. She began grinding on his face as he struggled to gather himself. Once he did, he reached up and wrapped his hands around the thighs, pping gratefully at her pussy. He wasn’t very talented, but his eagerness still excited her anyway.

  “Woah.” Asuka started pying with herself.

  Rei watched, still enjoying Shinji’s aftertaste.

  Misato watched, horrified by how badly she needed release. Her fingers crept into her shorts, but didn’t move.

  Ristuko was now bouncing, smming her crotch into Shinji’s face. He maneuvered his tongue as best he could to penetrate her with it as she smmed back down. She tasted so odd. Not, of course, like he ever tasted normal vaginal fluids, but he tried to guess how different the drug made it taste. He heard Ritsuko say it was more tangy than normal. It tasted almost like sour tea, but not sour… Sweet, bitter, tingly… pstic-y? It was impossible to describe. It tasted like something familiar, yet completely foreign. As his mind raced in every which way, his cock began twitching more wildly.

  “Ah, yeah, Shinji. Just like that, keep going. AH! MOMMA- MOMMA’S GONNA CUM ON YOU!”

  She smmed back down with finality, grinding onto his face as hard as she could without crushing him. He drank like he’d been lost in the desert. As he swallowed, he felt a warm tingle move from his stomach down to his hips. Without any stimution, he shot another intense load with more force than he ever had before. He pictured it hitting the ceiling and had to keep from giggling. He was giddy, lightheaded.

  Maybe we should stop.