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"Bet you I can too!" she screamed.
"Che – right. You're nothing but a lot of talk!" he balked.
"I am not, Mugen and I'll show you! Jin, you can be the judge!
The bespectacled swordsman let out a dismissive "Hnnn" and slowly grouped this latest challenge's weaponry upon a platter. Taunting the girl's foolishly naive temper like this was a shameful pleasure. It was like grabbing eels out a barrel… wait a minute…
Fuu's impatient screech brought Jin hard from his musings and spying the sneaky leer spreading itself messily across Mugen's whiskered face in one lens's reflection, the ronin pulled himself down tight for the oncoming show. Easy like pulling fish from a pond…
Dammit…
"C'mon! Let's throw down already! I know I can get more in there than you!"
"Bring the noise, little girl!"
Jin took a deep breath, started to say something to Fuu and then thought better of it. "Ready, steady – go." he dead-panned and leaned back as the Chinese sausages started to fly off the platter before him. Mugen grabbed two, stuffed them in his face and chewed… then stopped-
-To watch the show.
Fuu had her head back, one foot-long sausage perched above her rosebud lips and was oblivious to the twin stares watching with hot desire the way her tongue licked at the tip of the cured tube of spicy pork before it effortlessly glided down, down that hot little throat until her fingertips were touching her lips.
Mugen groaned first, half-chewed sausage dribbling out into his lap, "Mmmm… no gag reflex. I'll bet I could really tickle your tonsils, girl."
Jin's mouth hung agape, his glasses crooked, and his cock hard as a stone.
Fuu's eyes went wide with realization, then she blushed red in mortification – and only then did she begin to choke. Both men flinched when she bit down hard through the meat in her mouth and began to yell.