This one hits my dancer brain in a very specific way. The whole thing plays like a private stage show where Yoruichi is half teasing, half daring you to keep up, and failing is kind of the point. She shows up in that “new outfit” like she already knows exactly what it’s going to do to Kisuke, to you, to anybody with a pulse. It’s not just fanservice, it feels like she’s walking out from backstage, fixing the strap over her tits, catching your eye and saying, yeah, I know you’re staring. The first time I watched it I had Spotify still running in the background, some random electro playlist, and accidentally synced her slow grind on his cock to the beat. It was stupidly hot. Like I was choreographing a burlesque routine in my head where every thrust is on-count and the creampie is the final pose.

What I really like is how messy it lets itself be. Her boobs are big and soft and they actually *move*, not that dead, frozen statue thing. When she’s riding him and her tits bounce down into his hands, it’s the kind of motion I literally rehearse in front of a mirror, just with more clothes. The titjob part made me laugh a bit at first because he’s just lost in it, mashing his cock between her breasts like he forgot there’s an entire goddess of a woman attached to them. Then she leans in, smirk on her face, and you can tell she’s actually in control of the whole scene. The way the cumshot splashes up across her chest and neck, then you get that facial angle where he paints her face, it’s indulgent in the right way. Porn logic, sure, but I’m not here for realism, I’m here for the moment when his cock twitches and the white hits her lips and she almost looks proud of herself. There’s even this tiny bit where his hand brushes her foot and for a second I thought we’re getting a full footjob sequence, he working himself between her toes while she leans back and laughs at him. You only get a taste of it, like a tease. It annoyed me way more than it should and then I replayed that part three times, so apparently I liked it.

The “endurance test” part is where it feels like a strip show that went completely off the rails in the best way. She’s not just fucking him; she’s measuring him. Can he stay hard while she squeezes his cock between her tits, strokes him with that perfect rhythm, then suddenly speeds up and throws his whole plan away. There’s this brutal moment where he’s obviously past his limit, dick twitching, and she still keeps going, like she wants every last drop of cum, inside her and on her. The final creampie is thick and deep, you see her hips grind down, like she’s trying to milk him dry. Then right when you think it’s done, she shifts and uses her hand and breasts again, milking out the leftover cum and finishing with that sticky facial, her skin shining with it. I wish they held on her face ten seconds longer, honestly. Let me really see that “I broke you” expression. But whatever, I just scrub back like a degenerate and watch that one frame where her mouth is half open, cum dripping from her chin, and I’m there planning in my head how I’d do it on stage with fake milk in a champagne glass. And of course I never will, but it’s fun to think about while the tab sits open next to my Telegram chats and my completely innocent Google Docs.