It is, but not for long

Momo wastes no time in shedding her soiled sundress and panties, the evidence of her arousal evident in the copious amounts of slobber and female juices. For a fleeting moment, she considers keeping them on, finding the mess somewhat arousing. However, she quickly dismisses the idea, not wanting to reveal her drawn-on breasts to anyone who might catch a glimpse, including Jirou. Plus, the lingering scent might give away her recent activities, and she knows Jirou has a surprisingly sensitive nose, much like her pussy. Momo giggles to herself at the thought, finding the situation rather amusing. In a swift motion, Momo dons a pair of U.A. track pants and a plain black T-shirt, deciding to forgo underwear for now. After all, it's just going to be the two of them, so there's no need to cover up all the goodies. She slips her phone into her pocket and makes her way towards Jirou's room, the playful exchange of texts still fresh in her mind.

As she walks, a mix of excitement and anticipation fills Momo's thoughts. She isn't nervous, as she firmly believes that their exchange is all in good fun. However, there's a lingering sensation in the back of her mind, a nagging feeling that persists. She finds herself pondering what it would be like to taste another woman's pussy, her mouth watering at the thought once again. With a deep breath, Momo arrives outside Jirou's dorm room, her hand reaching out to try the handle, her heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. As the door swings open, Momo steps into the room and is met with the sight of Jirou sitting on her bed, her face flushed with a rosy pink hue. Jirou is dressed in a loose white tank top and a little purple thong, the combination adding to the tension in the room. Momo gulps, closing the door behind her and swiftly locking it, intensifying the already palpable atmosphere.

For a moment, the room falls into silence as the two girls lock eyes, uncertainty hanging in the air. Neither of them is sure who should make the first move. It's Momo who finally breaks the contest of shyness, taking a step forward to stand beside Jirou. "Just nod yes or shake no," she says softly, her words carrying a weight of unspoken intent.

In this moment, the meaning behind Momo's words is crystal clear to Jirou. She hesitates, her fear of it all being an elaborate prank gnawing at her. Her pink blush deepens to a shade of crimson as she nods, her hands instinctively reaching for her earphone jacks, which she nervously fidgets with. In response, Momo offers her a warm, blushing smile, reassuring Jirou that everything is alright. Without exchanging any more words, Momo gracefully lowers herself to her knees, her hands resting on her lap as she gazes up at Jirou. She gives her friend the time she needs, and another brief moment of silence passes between them. But this silence is short-lived, as Jirou's pale legs slowly part, revealing her friend's pussy beneath the thin veil of purple fabric. Momo's gaze locks onto the enticing sight, her anticipation growing with each passing second. Momo's mouth waters with anticipation as she raises her hands and gently places them against Jirou's knees, silently instructing her to keep them open. The soft touch is an unspoken signal, and Momo leans in closer. Her lips glisten and tremble with nerves, but she refuses to let anything stop her now, so close to fulfilling this mutual desire.

As Momo's head moves towards Jirou's panty-clad pussy, she playfully turns her head to the side, teasingly kissing up the inside of her friend's thighs. Jirou can't help but emit sweet mewls from her mouth, biting her lower lip in a futile attempt to resist the overwhelming pleasure. Momo continues to shower kisses along Jirou's sensitive skin, each one drawing her closer to the eagerly awaiting pussy. Just as she nears her destination, Momo teasingly turns once again, placing soft kisses on the inside of the other thigh. Jirou can't contain her helpless moans, succumbing to the pleasure that Momo expertly arouses. Momo giggles, feeding off Jirou's frustration.

But enough is enough. Momo has teased Jirou for long enough, and the need to taste her sweet nectar becomes irresistible. Her hands caress up Jirou's thighs, fingers looped around the hem of her panties. Momo looks up, locking eyes with Jirou, their gaze filled with unbridled lust. Jirou nods once more, giving her consent. With a subtle lift of her hips, Jirou allowed Momo to strip away the last remnants of doubt that lingered in her mind. Momo's eyes take in every detail of Jirou's bare pussy, appreciating its beauty. She had caught glimpses of it in the shower before, but now her gaze is intentional, filled with a desire to explore every intricate detail. A small strip of purple fabric rests above Jirou's blushing pussy, drawing attention to her puffy and pale labia. The contrast with her deep pink inner flesh, glistening with moisture, is mesmerizing. And there, standing proudly amidst the arousal, is Jirou's ruby-red, engorged clit, begging to be sucked.

Momo's voice is barely a whisper as she admires the sight before her, "Beautiful..." And with that, she finally presses her lips softly against Jirou's swollen button, kissing it gently and repeatedly. Each kiss serves as an introduction to the indecent yet beautiful act they are engaging in. Momo's exploration of Jirou's nethers begins gradually, moving with delicate kisses, leaving no inch of skin untouched. Her mouth grows more eager with each passing moment, her tongue making an appearance. Momo licks her own lips, savoring the warm, wet syrup that Jirou has left behind, before pushing her tongue deeper into the girl's pink folds.

Jirou is lost in the ecstasy of it all, her senses heightened and her vision blurred. She stares ahead, moaning softly at each movement of Momo's mouth. Her brain shuts off, allowing her to fully immerse herself in the experience, surrendering to the pleasure with every fiber of her being.

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