A Skirt In Time
On a small and big morning, Urahara sat fucked like. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His dick ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Yoruichi to love someone with a cool boobs?
Instantly, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a warm horny spoon, all on a summer's day. I wish my Yoruichi would kiss me, in her own erotic way..."
"Do you?" Yoruichi sat down beside Urahara and put her hand on Urahara's lips. "I think that could be arranged."
Urahara gasped huskily. "But what about my cool boobs?"
"I like it," Yoruichi said sexily. "I think it's sweaty."
They came together and their kiss was and they fucked like two rabbits.
"I love you," Urahara said reluctantly.
"I love you too," Yoruichi replied and kissed him.
They bought a cat, moved in together, and lived honestly ever after.
