No way

Chigusa manages to push your legs apart and up. Then she dives into your snatch, her tongue licking along your slit and then diving in. All thoughts of struggling go away once she goes to work. In fact, your fingers are digging into the mat below you and you legs are twitching with a mind of their own. Holy fuck. She is good at this. Really, really good. No wonder Yozora kept coming back for more. Before you know it, lightning is shooting up your spine and you are cumming hard against her face.

Chigusa lets you go but your entire body is limp. Before you can even contemplate moving, she is back, this time with a her ladle in her hand. She grasps both your ankles with one hand and then pins them behind your right ear. You had known that Yozora’s body was flexible but you’re stunned by how easily it accommodates the position. Chigusa plunges the handle of the ladle into your pussy and starts fucking you with it. Somehow she is simultaneously violent and measured. It feels...better than you would have expected. Just when you body is really starting to feel it though, she tosses the ladle aside. You pussy feels lonely for a moment until she returns with the tea whisk. Your eyes widen when you see that but before you can protest, it is already inside you. Chigusa starts whisking away and, though you were sure it would hurt, it feels amazing. Chigusa had complete control over the whisk and a deft touch. Soon you are bucking against the whisk and clawing at the mats. You legs are struggling but Chigusa won’t let them move an inch.

You peak again and the climax is twice as powerful as any you’ve felt before. When it's over, you feel completely drained. Chigusa lets your legs go and they flop back down like you were dead. This is bad. I can’t let myself get overwhelmed by this. A honeypot mission didn’t really work so well if you got fucked senseless. It’s like Yozora’s body was designed for pleasure. You hear Chigusa pick up her tray and leave. When she come back, you’ve only just managed to sit up. Chigusa’s look of self-satisfaction inspires you to get to your feet. You carefully put your tired legs through your g-string and pull it up. Then you stretch and sigh. “Well, I guess I should go and get ready.”

Chigusa starts. “But...”

You stare at her, hands on hips. “But what?”

“But you came twice. Don’t you think that...”

You smirk. “What? I should return the favor? I never said anything about that.”

“But...but...”