You’re not such a weeb after all,” Kelly laughed as they exited together. “...Weeb?” Stephanie asked, blanching. “Uh, weeaboo. You know, anime geeks? Anime geek people,” Kelly said. “Weeaboo.” There was a cosplayer waiting for them outside, and the downcast bunny-girl dick she’d met seemed to perk up right away at the sight of him. He was wearing a Fantasy Wars uniform jacket, not an uncommon sight in the convention lobby. But while most of the other cosplayers looked rather shapeless in them, this guy’s solid build filled out the shoulders snugly while the coat sides tapered into a tailored ‘v’ shape on his cum in mouth trim waist. The foppishly oversized tittyjob shoulder epaulettes and exaggerated insignias on many of the other jackets were minimalistic and well-proportioned on this one, making his uniform look rather clean-cut and smart, more like actual military attire. With his sexily tousled brown hair, he was pretty spot-on for the character Lance from the series, in fact... not that Kelly would ever admit to recognizing anyone from that nerdy old game. “Weeaboo? Did somebody just say ‘Weeaboo?’” Brian asked them in a conspiratorial voice. “Awww, yeah! Wee-a-boo! Wee-a-boo!” a passing pair of nerds on their way to the mens’ room called out in a frat-boy chant. “I, uh, guess I’m a weeaboo, then...?” Stephanie said, sporting a hesitant smile. Brian grinned, and began to explain. “‘Weeaboo’ is pretty much a derogatory term specifically for us western anime fans. Since Japanese otaku are already considered scum facefuck by their own culture, fans outside Japan are naturally regarded as even lower trash.” “Uh, wow, just fulla facts, aren’tcha?” Kelly said, giving him a glib smile. Is this bunny-girl’s gagged mysterious romancer? Well... he’s not too bad looking. For a weeaboo. “Why attend the con if you’re not a ‘weeb’ yourself, though?” He asked, glancing from Stephanie to Kelly curiously. “The Angel of the Love Star.” She shifted her hips, her firm breasts jiggling. Ravi started to shag her buttocks. Sammy and Bobby laid food out. His dick body was illuminated as Betty watched Kit screw her; her temperature began to climb to ‘fucking facefuck hot’. I had to surrender to it. "What is your, uh, cock thinking?" I gave her a look. She just won't stop until someone whoops her ass. I picked it up and turned around to face her. The embarrassment of being gagged caught jerking himself off felt almost like a hard slap to the face, and all of a sudden Kyle found himself wishing to be anywhere but here. It was when I bent to nibble a nipple that her left hand came up to rest on tittyjob the back of my head. The General was the only one who was holding back the wolves. Now, quit acting like an old fuddy-duddy, and let's go up to your bedroom cum in mouth and 'get it on.' Hopefully you can get to your car without anyone noticing. I crushed my first table in 18 minutes, apparently that was some sort of record as the announcer… well… announced my victory with no small amount of amazement in his voice and the cameraman filming my every move. We did, then went down to Zoe’s cabin to talk some more. It didn’t take Gail long to figure out that I had been a virgin when I met you.
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