Figure out a way to fuck Makoto

Ren continued to watch Makoto wheeled her way around the store, and felt his dick tent in his pants once again.

He had already fucked Chick-Ann, and he could save the mannequin Kawakami for later. Plus, the idea of fucking a motorcycle woman was kind of hot in a weird way.

Also, he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to see what Kawakami's sexual version of Makoto would be...

Ren pondered how he could line himslef up to fuck Makoto without hurting her...or himself, for that matter.