Midareuchi

The day after the camp orgy. Ami Sasaki's apartment, 4 p.m. Kaori Kitamura is on the coffee table, naked except for her old #1 tennis medal now hanging between her bruised tits. Two plugs - front and back - still lodged from yesterday's 'practice,' buzzing on low. Her ponytail is sticky, eyes rolled, drooling: 'M-Masaya... fill me...' Ami Sasaki, now #1 in tennis and class, wears Kaori's stolen club jacket. She scrolls Kaori's phone, laughing at Masaya's 47 unread texts. 'Beg louder, ex-ace. Your life fits me better.' Ryou Nakamura kneels behind, cock half-hard in Kaori's ass, grunting lazily. 'Still warm from camp.' Knocks at the door. Ami's smirk dies. 'abhimanyu?' Kaori's head lifts, voice cracked.* 'abhi-kun from class...?'