Finish Order

After placing your order you are told that your Kin model will arrive at your door step in roughly a weeks time, enough to get the few freebies that the company threw in with your Kin model installed in your home. The company said that these modifications would "ease Kin's transition" into your home, something that made you chuckle when you first heard about it. One of the modifications was a replica training dojo in your backyard as well as a few ninja tools that Kin would play with in her spare time when you weren't playing with her that is. You also decided to rearrange the guest room you had to make it more of Kin's room, bringing in some books on music and other various things that you thought Kin might enjoy. After a week of preparations you await on bated breath, and strained pants, for the doorbell to ring.

It only happens that in the late afternoon, and after several very heated thoughts about calling the company and cussing them out, that you finally hear the sweet chime of your doorbell. In a flash you jump up and head for the front entrance, a cautious smile on your face as you swing the door open.

Sure enough standing there in what you would have to guess is standard issue Otogakure uniform is Kin, her long and shimmering black hair flowing down her back as he firm DD tits bounce with a huff, "Hey, is this...uhm..." For a moment Kin looks confused, as if trying to remember something very specific. Suddenly a thought pops into her head, "is this where the leaf burns at midnight?" A calm smile crosses your features as you remember the code the company sent you to make sure Kin didn't wind up at the wrong house, "only if the flame lights up the darkest shadows."

With a nod Kin gracefully skirts past you, her large supple chest drawing across your arm lightly despite the more than adequate room for her to move past you without a glance. Whether or not the contact was an accident is quickly forgotten as Kin speaks up, "so where am I staying?" While Kin asks the question she is not looking at you, instead she is standing with her hands on her hips as she looks around the place, her ample behind looking ripe for a grab while he succulent tits press against the fabric of her shirt, yearning for release.