The laundry doesn't get cleaner.

"I've never seen a man try so hard not to make a mess of his pants as I did yesterday when we all ate together," she says. "When Sabri was rubbing against your groin, I thought for sure you were going to give her a surprise. It's outstanding that you've been able to hold it in. But something tells me you won't be able too much longer."

She starts sitting back up, but she continues to pin down his legs under her weight. With one hand she glides her fingers up his thigh, and with her other, she takes hold of her kimono and starts to slowly tug it down--still bending forwards to give him a glorious view of her cleavage. As her fingers near his bulge again, he starts fidgeting wildly.

"I can't... I can't hold it... Please," he grunts.

He lets out a gasp as her hand wraps around his shaft through the fabric of his pants.

She starts stroking up and down at a medium pace, all while she tugs on her kimono, just to tease him further. "You can look. I wouldn't actually expose myself."

His eye twitches. Though he doesn't want to cum, he can't help but glance down. The moment his eyes fixate there, she does it. Yuki yanks it down and completely reveals the smooth, silken skin of her unclothed breasts. Her tiny pink nipples are stiff, and his eyes nearly pop from their sockets.

Noooo! He audibly groans in both pleasure and frustration as he starts to leak. Though she ceases stroking, she's now squeezing it tight, and his eyes are locked onto her bare chest presented for him. I can't... It's... For real this time, I'm going to...!

The door swings open. Yuki pulls her hand back and turns to Sabri standing in the doorway. She's panting, as if she rushed here as quickly as she could. A saviour? She pitter patters in with bare feet as she's still wearing nothing but her nightgown, though when she starts speaking, she doesn't seem at all concerned that Trevor is pinned down in the laundry basket.

"Phew. You didn't finish yet," she says.

Yuki smirks. "Well, we almost finished." She slowly steps up out of the basket and brushes a hand back through her hair. Then she tugs up her kimono back into its usual resting place. "Do you have something to wash?"

Trevor's legs wobble as he can barely stand. His cock is throbbing and painfully erect. Not wanting Sabri to see, he steps, backs up against a shelf nearby, and holds his groin with a grumble. It's painful. He's never felt his balls ache so badly before.

"Ah-huh. This thing," Sabri says. She grabs the bottom of her gown and starts raising it up her body.

No! Trevor covers his eyes with both hands. I can't... I might burst just looking at that right now.

All he can hear is moving around and strange noises of struggle. He dare not open his eyes. After a moment, he wonders what's even happening, but then he makes out the sound of skipping feet nearing his position. The wind is knocked out of him as a girl slams into his chest. Her rear squishes against his groin, and he uncovers his eyes to grab her shoulders. It's Sabri... but she's completely nude.

"Why was that so hard?" Yuki asks with a giggle. The gown is in her hands.

"Sorry... I got all tangled. Thanks for catching me~!" She giggles as well as she rubs up against him.

Oooh no. "Ehe. It's fine."

Yuki makes her way over, and she slides her hands around the girl's bare sides. "You're a silly kitty, being naked in our new friend's arms. You know how naughty that might look."

"But I trust him." Sabri wiggles her hips.

"Oh?" She dances her fingers up and down her sides, and around to her belly. "That's very cute."

Sabri giggles. "Stop! Your fingernails are tickly."

"Are they?" She grins devilishly.

"... Please don't," Trevor mutters. "Please. I'm begging you."

"I won't tickle you, dear Trevor. Just her," Yuki says. "That won't be a problem, will it?"

His heart races again. "Seriously... I'm going to..."

Yuki tickles her finders around the catfolk's sides. In response, she starts to flail frantically, right against his body. Her naked figure wiggles around, grinding over his pulsing cock. His mind races. With his hands on her shoulders, he can't help but think about how she's completely nude. Yuki's kimono is barely on, and his memory flashes back to seeing her bare bust moments ago. Sabri's ass is so cute, and it's rubbing right over his bulge. It's too much. It's far too much. This is more than he's had to endure before.

It's leaking out! I can't hold it in! This is it!

"Mmm. What a nice little body you have~," Yuki coos.

Suddenly, Sabri darts to the side. He get a brief glimpse of her naked figure darting away, but he turns to the side, grabs his crotch, and falls to his knees. It takes every last fibre of his being to keep the climax from hitting. His underwear definitely still needs changing, but just barely... some how... he's able to hold it together. His balls burn, begging for release. Right now, if he even looks at Sabri, he'll explode for certain.

Fortunately, he hears her spring out of the room laughing.

Yuki stands over him. After a period of silence, she smiles. "Impressive. Somehow, you were still able to keep most of it inside. Just for that, I won't tease you anymore here. Help me do laundry legitimately. Well, when you're able to look at me without exploding of course. I'll give you a moment... When you're ready, let's get washing. Dalaworth will be sad if we don't finish up."

He flops over to the side. "... Yes. I might need a bit longer than a moment."