‘You realize Akane Kurokawa was obviously written and drawn by a man? And because of that she’s not a real character, with real choices. She’s a...commodity, a caricature, a checklist collection of sexual traits that exist to be desired, obtained, and then.. ew, used.’ ‘Whoa champ, easy on the feminist buzzwords.. you’re not on your blog. Besides, what happened to feeling empowered by wearing whatever I please? Who doesn’t want to be a sexy badass? Akane was my hero all throughout high school,. She handed over the lipstickand a mirror and he put it on like he'd been doing it all his life. Isaid: "That looks good - how's the taste and feel?" Arthur smacked his lips together and said "Mmmmm"I took it in my hand and wrote down the brand and shade.I handed back the lipstick and we walked out together. His cock waswinking at me. We went to a store that sold that brand and Arthur askedfor the shade by name. He took the new lipstick and touched up his lipsbefore we left.Next it was Arthur's. He’s exclaiming how fucking good I feel. I swallow, contracting my throat around his head and then release his throbbing cock. I breathe in deeply as strands of saliva stretch between my mouth and him. I wrap my right hand around his shaft and begin to stroke as I lower my head to his balls.They are full and ready to unload, I softly take them into my mouth and swirl my tongue around them as I stroke his soaking wet cock. I grab onto his inner thighs, slightly digging my nails into them as I. Staring into each other’s eyes on our sides, limbs entangled in a hot, sticky, beautiful mess. “That was amazing,” I said when I regained my breath. “You made me feel things I didn’t think I could feel.” “No I didn’t,” She said with that warm, tender, smile. “You did it all to yourself.” “But you helped me get there.” She laughed lightly, like sunshine. “Maybe I did, but I came all because of you, and it was transcendent.” Neither of us said anything, trying to soak in the afterglow. After a.