Sakura and Nissa sat side-by-side on the spacious couch in Sakuras apartment. The two women were locked in motion sensitive mortal combat with Wiimotes flinging wildly in the air like the thrust of sabers. Both womens large busts bounced and swayed side-to-side as they fought to win supremacy with every ounce of over exaggerated fluidity. Sakura laughed playfully and bumped shoulders with the peach haired girl standing next to her, trying to derail her concentration as the moment of triumph grew nearer. But Nissa would have nothing of it. She was 0-5 so far, and was now completely absorbed with winning at all costs.
Ooooooooooh! Cmon cmoooooon! Nissa exclaimed as she leapt from her seat. Fixed between the television and the couch, Nissa instinctually snapped to some strange position akin to a skier preparing to conquer the slopes before her. She thrust her curvaceous butt outward and her gaze was utterly fixed on the television. Her demure brow furro