“Wow… The leather of her costume glistened as her body meshed with the shiny sofa. Soon, all three were stroking their long, slick lengths of fuck-meat up and down with hungry hands. Only heaven was a disaster. “You’re making me glad they picked you.”
Micah was starting to get annoyed. The purple straps ended there and clipped onto the black lace leggings that led into her boots like garters. He’d ordered them online and they looked like something elementary school kids would play with; not props you’d bring to an official cosplay contest. Gwen’s said ‘prepare for more discipline.’ Roxy looked downright flirtatious. Any chance to see them in action was worth it. A light buzz descended on him within moments. “I’m good for now, thanks” he answered. *WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP*
It didn’t have a real edge, but Gwen’s prop sword was definitely real metal. The young man dropped his backpack to the side, donned his sad emulation of the signature green cap and took up his plastic sword and shield.
