As the doors closed, the tightness of your pants seemed to increase at the sight of the shortest skirts you had seen yet. Barely covering anything, Stephanie and Felisha wore form-fitting micro-skirts, while Maddie and Haley wore circle skirts that flew upwards with every shift of their hips. Their reflections in the elevator walls only goaded you on, with their teasing smirks and their heated glances. As the box rose, each of the girls "accidentally" dropped something, a file, a pen, a purse, revealing cheeks both creamy and tan, tight butts and bubble butts, with the edges of the fabric barely concealing the girl's intimates.
With a low groan, you yield, reaching out to Stephanie and Haley's rears and caressing their hidden delicacies. The girls lock eyes, laughing as you feel your way along their curves. Steph's ass was like a heavenly cushion, pliable and creamy, and as you drew your thumb along her crease, you froze, feeling a slight dome under her tiny thong. A buttplug, You realized, as you pressed harder against the metal causing a sensual moan to escape her lips. She turned her head and watched you, a hungry look in her eyes as she licked her lips.
With Haley, she pressed her tight rear against your hand, almost challenging you to grope her ass. You dig your thumb into her commando cheeks, along the edge of her folds as your fingers squeeze her flesh, bringing your digit higher and higher to her buried treasure before pausing again. Your thumb had found a ring, a plastic ring. Curious, you tug slightly, causing a breathy whine to pour out of Haley, as a wet pop resounds in the elevator. She's wearing anal beads. The thought causes you to groan as your cock strains against its fabric prison.
As one, the girls all grin, blushes heavy on their cheeks, as they pull up their skirts. Felisha and Haley were panty-less, while Steph and Maddie wore a skimpy thong and a tiny g-string. Steph and Haley were the only ones with toys, but the other girls were soaked where they stood.
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In Misato's office . . .
"He's succumbed to his urges, but this isn't necessarily bad. Depending on how he handles them or vice-versa, could determine his usefulness." Ritsuko noted, blushing at feeling her panties grow damp at the scene.
Misato hummed, steepling her fingers as her eyes remained locked on the screen. The wetness growing on her chair and her slight rocking ignored in favor for the action before the women.
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