They rolled onto their sides and Misty draped her leg over Ash’s waist, letting his cum slowly dribble out of her pussy onto her leg. The Pokémon didn’t mind at all. “Misty, I’m sorry!”
“Wha…? He had felt her nipple poking through her shirt at him. It wasn’t hiding much, seeing as Misty wasn’t exactly a busty lady, but she had decent breasts. “Hey!” He didn’t get a chance to say anything else. He didn’t mind, and the tent would stay mostly dry. Ash had set his tent up closer to the storm on purpose; Brock didn’t like the rain and Misty could stay dry if she decided against her plots and plans. I just wanted you to enjoy it…”
“Ash, it’s alright…” Misty looked into Ash’s eyes and planted one soft kiss on his lips before settling her head against his chest once more. He pulled his lips away from hers for a second and was rewarded with a slap across the face.
