Kon has his fun with Rangiku

For a moment, Kon was torn between which one brought him the greatest pleasure – possessing Rangiku’s body to play with it one more time, or keep being in Urahara’s body and try to savor the moment like this. Whatever it was – he really thanked Urahara for giving him such an ability, it is way better than being in a boring old stuffed doll, which could not even feel anything. Being a human is so much fun, no matter if it was a woman or man – being a human was way better for his perverted hobby. Perhaps next he should try to steal Ichigo’s body to try and have sex with Orihime. He had been interested in Orihime’s body for so long – and with this ability in his hands now, he would finally be able to fulfil his dreams.

“How was it… U-ra-ha-ra?” asked Rangiku with a sweet, playful tone. Kon blinked, suddenly coming back to reality. Rangiku’s slender hand was still circling the base of his penis, and she was now looking at him, rather teasingly. For some reason, she had lost the nervous demeanor she had shown, and now even seemed to be enjoying the act. “Or should I say…,” she paused, then winked playfully at Kon inside Urahara’s body, “Ko-n kun…?”

“Do you want me to satisfy you more?” she asked, and of course Kon didn’t have to be asked twice. “Yes, Rangiku-neesan,” he said, practically breathless. “Please, make me surrender to you. Knock me senseless. Please.”

“Ah, I like it when you beg,” said Rangiku, who seemed to be fully into the game now. “I have to say, Urahara does have a really good cock, and when else can I enjoy it, if not because of this weird invention he created,” she giggled. “I’ll gladly take this opportunity to enjoy your body now, Urahara!”

With a swift motion, Rangiku pushed Kon’s chest gently – making him lay on the back on the tatami floor mat. Then, she opened her legs and began lowering herself over his length, which was hard and ready for her. Grabbing Urahara’s length, Rangiku swiftly pushed it inside herself, letting out a small gasp when Urahara began to fill her. After allowing herself a few seconds to adjust, she started pushing herself downward, taking more and more of Urahara’s hardness inside her, enveloping him with her tight, warm wall.

“R-rangiku-neesan,” Kon let out a breathless moan as Rangiku descended further and further unto him. “Hold still, Kon,” said Rangiku, her ample breasts swaying as he continued her descend. “Nee-san going to make you feel reeeally good, like you’ve never felt before, Kon.”

“Yes, please,” Kon moaned once more, just in time when Rangiku finally finished taking all of Urahara’s hardness in her. He was thick and hard, and it felt fulfilling inside Rangiku’s body. Slowly, she began pumping herself into him, with an upward and downward motion along his length. Kon bit his lips, feeling himself totally under Rangiku’s control now.

“Oh yeah…,” he moaned. “Yesss, Nee-san, yess…” he was simply repeating those words as though he was under some kind of spell – truly, the sensation of having Rangiku on top of him, controlling him, pleasuring him, milking him – was slowly driving him out of his mind. It felt as though he was a **** to her desire. Rangiku increased her pace even more and put more variations into her play – up and down, forward and backward – and rotated her pelvis in such a fluid motion that almost made him want to scream fuck out loud because of how good that was. How did she even learn that, Kon wondered. Perhaps it was a skill learned from thousands of years living in Soul Society. She could practically use it on any men – and all of them would be totally under her control, they would gladly say yes to anything and everything she could ever ask – granting any wish just so she would sit on top of them, fuck them, and knock them out of their senses. That’s just how skilled Rangiku was.