It's Ya boi! Back with more! I though I'd try more with one-on-one, since I had this one I've wanted to finish for a while, just like with Mai.

rubycore98: Oh, I will definitely be using other Shonen. I'm actually considering giving a separate series for Naruto girls, since there are a lot for them. There are also la ot who seem like they don't get a sexual spotlight as much as the "main" girls, and that's where the extra oomph for the separate story idea comes from.

Guest: Hah! That is funny. I never knew that.

Ben 56: Thanks for letting me know, I'll definitely be looking into King of Fighters more. Mamori and Mirei are a yes. If Akira needs loving as you say, she'll take priority over the other characters of the same franchise. As I said before to another reviewer, I'm doing DXD, unless you mean the two of them together, in which case I can do that. I might, but I can't guarantee my hear will be in it. Ooh, that sounds like fun. And... helping princesses? That's got my interest.

Now that that's done...

If you know dead or alive 5 and 6, try looking up Honoka in costume 7. That should complete the image. Yes, it's not lost on me that she looks startlingly like Orihime, but she is different. And she won't be the last of the franchise either.

Dead or alive isn't the only fighting game series out there, and some of you may feel it's not one of the better done ones, but it's easily gone all out for the fairer sex. It won't be the only fighting franchise, either.

Warning: Glory hole, Public Sex

He was standing at the urinals of the boy's bathroom. He had to back up slightly so his ... limb wasn't just pressing against the porcelain. It would've sprayed everywhere and made a fucking mess. Anyone who walked in would've had quite a view. And he wasn't even there to use the urinal.

Right on cue, the bathroom door opened, and she walked in.

Her salmon pink hair still has that cute skull hair clip that tied it up into a ponytail which was more of an extra bang than an actual ponytail.

She wore a t-shirt with a cartoon cow face on the front, which is just managing to hold up her huge, beautifully bouncing titties. She was wearing those shorts which – somehow – held her ass without being tight and stockings which clung to her long, smooth legs like a second skin.

She walked past him, letting her eyes flick over to his stiffening cock. Their eyes met, and she smiled and winked and him, before turning her head forward and moving into the stalls.

Smirking, he took his pants and underwear off completely, and tucked them under his arm, and moved into the stall right next to her.

Honoka already had one sensually soft hand stroking his circumcised, and arm-sized cock. Somehow it managed to fit through the hole that, by no small coincidence, was big enough for his actual fist to fit completely through easy. Her other hand was keeping her balanced as she place herself on all fours, her mouth just below the bulbous head of his cock. She occupied her mouth by planting wet, messy kisses over the throbbing, angry veins as his thick cock pulsed with a life of its own. Her dainty hand trembled with every stroke over the small portion her palm managed to cover. She positioned herself upright, and let her free hand come up to toy with her bra-less nipple. She bit her lip, feeling her undies soak with her freely running arousal while she licked and kissed helplessly at the side.

This had been going on for months now. She'd had a huge crush on him, and they'd been going to the same college for months. Then, during a day at the beach with a respective group of friends, she'd "accidentally" walked into the men's changing section, and he'd stripped before he'd even gone into his stall, and she just stood there gaping as his heavy, flaccid cock was out in the open where she could see it.

She'd lost all control, and the rest was history.

The busty street fighter groaned, just from feeling how big he was in one hand. She didn't stop showing it love, opening her mouth and plunging down partway, her mouth gliding all the way over everything up to the glory hole. She felt her throat expand violently to make up for choking on this pillar of an organ, even as she pulled away, she let her sweet, soft lips glide over him in a slow, almost teasing blowjob. She hummed at his taste, his musky prick a welcome flavor that had her humming with joy as she made it hard for herself to breathe.

"Oh, Honoka, you're the best. And to think it's just your hand right now." On the other side of the wall, Ichigo made no effort to bite back his groans of pleasure, or his sincere praise. He wanted her to know just how much he was enjoying this, her soft, dainty hand vigorously stroking up and down his meaty mast as she made cute little moans, her smooth fingers tracing along his pulsing veins. He had been certain he was going to cum any minute now, as if he would only do it when she wanted him to.

She stroked his drool-slicked dick, this time with both hands as she panted like a bitch in heat. The salmon-haired bombshell absolutely loved losing herself to him, to his prowess, his stamina, and a bigger cock than she had ever imagined. She love how she dripped on the floor in anticipation, getting to feel and see his proud cock in all it's rigid glory, as she sucked on the head like a pacifier, kissed it until she was dizzy, and slurped down his fucker like a big, thick piece of candy.

She mewled in excitement. "Give it to me, baby."

Hearing her talk like that sent him over the edge, and he's soon cumming buckets into her open mouth. She kept her face a few inches away as it blasted into her face, some spilling into eagerly open mouth while the rest splattered all over her face. She whined as his hot spunk painted her cheeks, and she felt like she would drown in it. She panted as her fingers came up, trembling in anticipation to scoop the spunk up and swallow it all down.

She didn't get a lot of time to rest easy. Her stud had once again been driven mad just feeling her suck him off without any way to taste more of her or reciprocate.

He climbed over the stall, his erect cock brushing against the top of the wall, but he was unfazed. He was soon upon the gasping girl, pinning her wrists to the other wall, above her head. He allowed his lips to come close to her ears. "That's enough playing around." He whispered. "Let's get serious." With one hand holding her hands, his other gripped at the hem of her shirt. He let go of her hands, and pulled it straight off of her in one fluid motion, her fatty titties bounced around, before eventually sitting back into place high on her chest. He removed his own shirt even more quickly, and then sat down on the toilet seat, where he lifted her up as though she weighed nothing at all before dropping her into his lap, sandwiching her flush against his rippling torso. She moaned, already feeling the throbbing girth grinding into her ass, the head poking her spine in an almost ticklish manner.

He lifted up one of her breasts. "You've gotten your milk." He teases. "Now I think it's time I get mine." He then places the perky nipple into his mouth and sucks fervently. She moaned fervently, taking delight in his rough lips wrapped around her light pink bud. She could remember the first time she'd pleaded with him just how sensitive they were, and he didn't listen. She hoped he wouldn't right now. She threw her head back and moaned as he nibbled at her teat. He almost chomped on her breast bud, sucking so hard while his big, strong hand roughly palmed the other. She ground against his shaft in the hopes that she would receive her message to hurry up and finish with her tits so he could block up her insides with his log of flesh.

He cupped her bust in his hands, slowly opened them up far apart, and placed his shaft in between them. She moaned as his big, hot cock wedges deep into her tit pit, and her moans only got louder when he started jutting his hips up and down to fuck her tits proper.

He bounced them up and down, thrusting in time with the movements of her supple flesh, crashing in waves as his heaving cock stood far out above her bust. She couldn't help it. She came, her tits ever so sensitive, and herself already so very aroused, especially after he had sucked her off. Desperate to keep feeling more and more, she timidly brought her hands up to where his rested on the sides of her tits, silently asking permission to hold them. He mercifully allowed her to hold them and let his hands move down to palm her equally luscious ass cheeks.

"Your tits are definitely the best part." He declared, grinning at her flushed face, feeling her juices spill in his lap. "I like your choice in shirt. A very accurate depiction for my sweet little cow."

"Yes!" She gasped, massaging the sides of her tits. "I'm your cow! My milk is yours, and I only ever get mine from you when you want me to have it!" It was never enough for her. She always went the extra mile to offer herself totally to him. Because this attention, this total devotion to driving her wild... she'd do whatever it took to hold on to him. It wasn't a mutual crush any more; it was a total devotion.

Grunts continued to spout past his grit teeth as he pistoned into her bouncy boobs without holding anything back. She managed to pull her head back up to poke her cheek against his head, which smeared precum into it. She moved her head to suck on his head. There was nothing less sensible than letting a neglected cock head sit unattended when it deserved more after completely passing over a mighty cleavage like Honoka's.

He came again, his hot spunk filling her mouth unexpectedly and causing her to pull away the one mouthful she had managed before she was painted again. It painted her pretty face white and drowned even her breasts in the thick, gooey man batter, sending the excess jiz spilling freely over and in between her slopes and getting her covered in his stuff.

Wasting no time, she stood up, and pulled her soaked-to-ruination pants and panties off in a single move.

She clambered back into his lap and placed his hand on his broad shoulders to lift herself over the steaming head until it was finally being coated in her wetness. Not waiting for his to break out of his shock, she inserted him into her needy cunt all the way.

"Oh fuck me!"

She came immediately, finding it was way too much for her to take, dizzying pleasure coming, but she stuck to setting her pace as her partner threw his head back in ecstasy. Recklessly did she lift her hips and push that turgid pillar of meat as deep within her as it could go, her velvety walls clinging so tightly they could have melded.

She bounced up and down in his lap, letting out a cute squeak every time his meaty cock filled her up and stretched her out. It felt as though her stomach was ready to blast open from the sheer pressure, but the pleasure was too much to just let go. She felt him reciprocate with his own willful thrusts and she thought she could die happy right there, especially if it was because he split her in half in the most literal sense. Another orgasm his her, and she didn't even have to feel embarrassed as he just kept making her feel good without a single complaint. He never did, when she successively orgasmed like that.

They breathed only to fuck each other. They were in the shitters fucking as every breath reverberated off the walls and may have very well reach out further. It didn't matter if the weren't alone, if they'd been caught. Everything could fuck off until she'd been filled with a nice cream pie and then they could still fuck off!

Her willing man hugged her close, pressing her into him and capturing his mouth in between his rough lips. Breathing was secondary, and his tongue slithered past her dainty mouth and licked over her moist cavern, and she couldn't tell if the next orgasm was just another in the succession, or if the kiss was just that tgood.

Clap, clap, clap, went her pelvis, it felt like a lighting bolt was running through her luscious cheeks. Her body had become well-accustomed to the fire that spread across her skin, the raw fuck having spread sensitivity to her entire body to the point the mere grazing of his fingers over her ass cheeks to her hips to the small of her bust-emphasizing back.

He enjoyed the sound of her meaty as clapping against his ripe-apple balls, and the feeling of her booty rippling with every thrust. He was almost painfully thick in her, to the point he worried he might be too big for most women. It was something of a point of pride for him, second only to the way she let orgasm after orgasm go off every time. G-spot? Forget that! It might as well have been her entire pussy at this point, he was working her out so hard!

She felt her entire body pulse as his manhood throbbed, and she knew he was going to cum soon. She dug her heels into his lower back and didn't let him try to lift her off. If he pulled out, she would never forgive him.

"I'm coming!" He grunted, as he fucked into her ruined twat like a monkey. And wasn't that sweet, she got to hear it out of him first hand. He didn't ask her where she wanted him to finish, he didn't move to change their position, she was going to get it inside, regardless of what she'd say, or any consequences her "sane" self would bitch about afterwards.

"Ah! Oh! Hoh, me too!"

Unfortunately - or fortunately, depending on your own desires - their wits were recovered before the big moment.

He managed to hold it in until she got off of him with shaky legs, and she squirted her juices all over his lap. It was just enough to get him to jizz one last time, his cum exploding all over her back, even dripping down and off her round ass. Unable to handle any more stimulation, her legs collapsed beneath her, and she sat slumped on the cold-tiled bathroom ground.

"One more," she pleaded, climbing back into his lap and grinding on his cock, "One more thing before we finish!"

"What did you have in mind?" He asked her, stroking himself.

She whispered it into his ear and he grinned. With lust-fueled vigor, her picked her up like the princess she was, and carried them out of the stall. He set her on her feet, and bent her over one of the sinks. the mirror above the faucet showed them both in all their naked glory, her flushed cheeks and glazed over eyes as her arms steadied her over the porcelain sink, her free swinging titties as her ground his massive cock into her pillowy cheeks. His abs curled as he worked his dick over her backside, and his ground teeth as his powerful arms held her slim waist. Everything was on display, and they couldn't take their eyes off each other.

Wasting no time, he plugged his cock not into her battered pussy, but into her pink asshole, just beneath her wobbling cheeks. She yelped in surprise as he completely plugged his asshole, and greedily shoved in and out without waiting for her to squeal that she was ready, or for him to stop and let her get used to it. She only moaned again and felt her titties bounce again as he thrusted into the coil of supple muscle that was burning up trying to wrap around his python. He let his hand come down to squeeze her ass cheeks, and gave them a good smack.

"Ooooh!" Honoka moaned when she felt him make a print on her jiggling ass. Another orgasm followed as her mas mercilessly drilled into. "Again!" She squealed deliriously, desperate to get as much pleasure out of this as she could. "Don't stop, punish me more! Give it to meeee!"

He was all too happy to oblige her, while he let his hands off her hips - she was practically already attached to him, with how hard he was lodged into her asshole. He brough his other hand down on it's respective cheek, taking joy in how her ass only seemed to bounce more and more from his punishing. He smacked the first cheek again, and she jumped in his grasps so hard her tits flew about every which way. The spanking continued like this the whole way

"This! Is! Incredible, Honoka!" Ichigo grunted as his hips slapped into her cushion-ass. "I want to fuck you like this more!" He drlled into her drooling pussy with fervor undaunted, his precum alone seeming like it was stirring up the fire in her gut and leaving her a mess of satisfaction and arousal alike. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth as each pump into her tight ass left her panting desperately. Not tight for long. Her hands came up to molest her heaving titties, everything from groping the enormous sides to pinching her nipples. She even popped on one of them in her mouth to suck on. It was almost hard to do with how his fucks rocked her about, and every time she came she had cum so far she had to keep from gasping and letting it drop.

She felt herself come again, and felt a special kind of privilege that she had someone like her orange-haired hunk to drain her out totally. It wasn't just any man who could last through her lips, her tits, or even make it to her pussy, and make her feel such satisfaction that there was time for the daring back door. And even without ever having the chance to know that, she already knew. She surely must have had a mystic force to thank for blessing her as the one to come across such an incredible credit to he species. She would go wherever he did in life if it meant he would fill her every whole for the rest of their lives.

This time there was no rational thought left in them as he blasted deep into her asshole, and her mind went white. Honoka's mouth fell open letting the abused tit bounce out. Ichigo let out a groan of satisfaction as his lets stiffened beneath him before they felt like they were made of jelly.

As soon as his orgasm subsided, they both fell to the floor, him on his ass and her slumping into the sink before slipping out and hittong the ground. Neither of them were really fazed by it, they were too tough anyway, as their landings slightly cracked the ground..

With supposedly no more left, Ichigo's dick fell against his abs.

Still on the ground, Honoka crawled over to the stall and grabbed her panties. She slipped them off and pulled them up, not bothering to wipe the cum off herself first. She steadied herself on the stall walls, legs shaky as she tried to rise to her full height. Ichigo wasn't having any better luck getting off the ground ith only the sink to cling to, but just most of his height was still a lot taller than her.

He noticed as she put her shirt back on and the stains make her clothes cling a little tighter. "You know," he said with an amused grin, "people are gonna notice the smell left by the stains."

"Good." She responds. "I want to feel your warmth on me the rest of the day, and let people know I had the best time as I walk past. Something they could never give. Besides," With a seductive grin, she closed the space in between them and teased her crotch against his, before pulling back, "You're not done making a mess of me yet, are you?"

His only response was a returned smirk and the violent twitch of his cock as it slowly returned to life, while she opened the stall. "In that case, maybe I'll walk around with a hard-on. Promise you won't get jealous if people stare."

"No way!" She giggled. "If anything, that sounds like more fun."

With that, she walked out of the restroom, trying to move with a sway in her hips that failed due to her insistent limp.

Don't feel pressured to review. No, really, I love a lot of chapters, but by comparison, I barely review for any of them. It'd be hypocritical of me to expect you to.