Chat with Mizuho

Laying down lazily on the plush sofa in the living room, Mizuho was reaching a stimulation high, her fingers gliding vigorously between her soaked pussy. Just another movie day for the docile girl, with an additional side of daily schlicking session. Her swollen, sensitive clit throbbed as the waves of pleasure radiated from her stomach, her body spasming with each intense orgasm, squirting a gush of transparent girl juices that stained the fabric of the couch. Awh… How many is that? Ten times? Eleven? Who cares. No, wait. You will scold me. Again. Ugh. Also, this movie sucks. As the credits rolled across the screen, she withdrew her fingers from her heat, sighing in lazy satisfaction. She stared blankly at the mess she had created on the couch and the subsequent floor. Urgh... Gotta clean it up... It's a chore but I've gotta do it..., she thought, reluctantly pulling herself up and padding away to fetch some cleaning supplies. However, her expedition was interrupted by the abrupt sound of a doorbell. Recognizing it as You's signal of arrival, Mizuho paused, glancing at the door, then shrugged. She knew the drill. She hurriedly unlocked the door then dropped to her knees, her voluptuous breasts hanging heavily from her chest. "Welcome home Master! I'm 'kneel-y' happy to see you," she greeted You, her nearly deadpan voice somehow managing to deliver an atrocious pun. Heh, that's a good one, they're gonna love that. She thought to herself, suppressing an amused chuckle at her own joke.