Now in video format
I'm talking full on blast up your ass so fast you can't even breathe, yuri pandemonium.
You think you're safe? Good. Ignorance is bliss until you realize that two young girls mashing muffs at lightspeed is the most arousing sexfest sensation you've ever laid sense upon, censored or otherwise. Sono Hanabira is exactly that. The menu's got one dish, bitch. Mooseknuckle tug o'war surprise with a side of sticky lips, rocking hips and potato chips mother fucker, you can't run.
Shit's too stronk. Like a gravity well of nuka nico duga sugoku kawaii moe desu~ radiation cramming sweet vanilla shoujo ai down your throat until you vomit fuckin pink rainbows. That's a rainbow turned pink, son. You just reversed the god damn color spectrum.
It's all fun and games until a glass of sassafrass sunshine flavored gumdrop bullshit gets pussy pummeled into your chest with the force of one hundred thousand million UGUU~'s at 900,000 NPS (Nypaa's Per Second) before you realize that you've already died and gone to little girl vagoo heaven, knockin' at the gates the moment you hit play.
Traps? Sissies? Trans? Nah punk this is the absolute opposite direction. You've just backpedaled so hard into a state heterosexuality that you've gone and come out gay on the other end. Gay girls that is. Feeling queasy? Consult DEMO Deesy for a swift kick in the dick. That'll get your blood boiling. Hot and passionate, like Mai and Reo's first night tongue-boxing each other's candy holes.
I'm your huckleberry. 10/10 would hands-free thank you cum again.