Pits.

A couple of minutes later, you're in your underwear, kneeling on the floor with your hands behind your head, and a confused look on your face. Standing in front of you, with a rocking hard erection in his, is a trembling Izu, licking his lips and swallowing hard in anticipation. Dropping to his knees, he approaches you slowly. With trembling hands, he reaches out and touches your arm.

Suddenly, he jerks forwards and crams his face into your armpit, taking powerful and deep sniffs. His breath makes the slight fuzz you've grown, just for him, tickle you. You giggle slightly, and then shake your head as his tongue extrudes out of his mouth. Heating yourself up, you give yourself a light coating of sweat. Just for kicks. Extending it shakily, he licks you all the way up from your rib to your elbow. His eyes roll back into his head, the magic in your liquids already taking effect. He shudders and snaps to his feet, tearing his underwear off, and stepping behind you. "Bring your hands down and stick them to your sides," he pants, hand on cock already.

"Wha? What do you mean? Like, like this?" you say, putting your hands onto your ribs, smiling internally to yourself. You just can't help but tease him.

Exhaling sharply, like he's having a panic attack, he grabs your hands and crosses them in front of you, making you tuck them under your breasts and telling you to grab your elbows. You fumble at that simple task a few times, to key him up a little more, before finally getting it right. Behind you, you hear him swallow and shift, before feeling his hands on your shoulder and a burning hot thing slide into your armpit.

A pleasure filled groan comes from behind you and you feel the burning thing start to move back and forth, as well as a knee knocking into your back. "And here I was hoping you wouldn't be a walking stereotype of your people," you grin, turning your head up to your toy. But from the closed eyes and panting face, the image of perverse bliss, you can tell that no one's home up there. Biting your lip, you squeeze your arm in tighter, making him gasp even more from the added pressure.

Without reservation, he thrusts into your armpit, and you make your fuzz a little thicker for added stimulation. His breathing goes quicker and quicker as your sweaty pit becomes slimier and slimier until he rams himself completely against you. Grunting like an animal, his cock throbs and explodes, most of his cum shooting past you onto the break room floor. Your lip curls into an annoyed snarl. What a waste.

Izu pants heavily, his sweat dripping onto your back and a few drops of cum staining your ribs and arm. Pulling out, he drops to the floor, spent. But you're unsatisfied. It was fun and all, but it's not enough.