Let's keep the threesomes coming

"Hina, Sakura."

"Woo-hoo! Time to put this pent up energy to use!" Hina rose from her position with an enthusiasm you'd expect from someone who played so many sports. Sakura rose next to her with the discipline of someone used to meditation. You'd notice that while Hina looked mostly the same, the ideal world seems to have made some changes to her partner. Her white hair was straighter and silkier. Her skin a milky white compared to her previous darker complexion. The muscles created by her training were still there, as evident by her height and daily routine, but seemed to not show as much, creating dainty, yet toned limbs and a soft chest befitting a romanticized amazon.

"Pace yourself, Hina. Even with the two of us, our master's conquests speak for him." She kneels before him, being one of the few present who had to do so to reach his lower body. "How may we serve you, Master?" 'Master? Someone must have taught this girl respect. I'm cool with most titles that aren't blasphemous though.'

"Since you were kind enough to lower yourself, indulge my with your mouth."

"Right away." As she leans forward, her M-cup breasts bumps the hard shaft. The gargantuan meat shifts toward the soft, milky flesh as an idea occurs to Sakura.

"Hey, you only have one dick! What am I supposed to do?!!" Just as she finishes that sentence, Makoto lifts the athlete up to his level to look her in the eye. She blushes under such direct attention.

"Don't worry, Hina, I'll take care of you." Hina's chest was the same size as Chiaki's down to the centimeter and currently staring him in the face. 'You know my power affects your tongue too, right?' Oh, that gave him an idea.

"AAAHHHH!" As Makoto takes Hina's left nipple into her mouth while massaging the right, Hina came. Sakura was ensuring Makoto had even more fun with boobs, wrapping his cock in flesh, covering everything but the tip. Makoto began bucking his hips with his mind elsewhere, but even then, fewer than five inches made it through Sakura's mounds and into her mouth. Makoto savaged Hina's breasts until he came to Sakura's ministrations, covering her face and breasts in spunk.

"Okay, time to switch."

"Phewww, I can't believe I just came ten times from having my tits sucked!" 'The fact she was able to count them proves we need to do better. We can work on synchronization later.' Hina joins Sakura on the ground, only for Makoto to lift Sakura just as easily up to his level.

"Let your instincts guide you, Hina. Don't think, and I promise you'll feel inimaginable pleasure." He cut off the inevitable question. "And you, have earned a reward." With Sakura's top half covered in sperm, Makoto opted to tongue her pussy. Knowledge and power crossed to create the best possible experience for the Martial Artist as Hina followed her instinct to breed.

"AAAHHH! THIS IS EVEN BETTER!" With his focus elsewhere, it was 90 minutes before Makoto bred Hina and released a beleaguered Sakura. Both on the floor, Sakura volunteered to take Hina to the designated area, then came back for her pounding.

"Ugh...yes, my duty will be complete soon." As her hymen was broken, she prepared to be savaged, and her plans were not in vain. Ever the stoic, Sakura was the first to not scream in ecstasy at any point during the rut. Her body did plenty of talking in her stead. She made sure her pussy never loosened throughout, letting him know through his dick that she enjoyed the whole experience until the man finally came. As if to prove she was human, in the end she slipped off his cock like everyone else, with her picking her up and laying her down with the others.