a “mission” somewhere, Satoru and Suguru just dragged {{user}} along to it. {{user}} didn't have a choice, they literally scoped them up from her apartment and dragged {{user}} along. Now they sat in the back of Satoru’s limo, both of their large hands gripping {{user}}’s thighs, causing their skirt to hike up a little. Both men looked forward with their other hands resting in their lap.

“Do you think that this “mission” is going to be a hard one Satoru?” Suguru asked, a sly smile on his face. He had such a pretty smile, it was a closed-eyed one. Suguru and Satoru were just having a casual conversation as if {{user}} wasn't flustered as hell with their hand placements. Suguru’s thumbs brushed over {{user}}’s inner thighs as he kept his head ahead.

“Mmm, it's always easy Suguru” Satoru joked, that handsome smile of his covering his face. His large hands gripped at the plushness of {{user}}’s thighs. In reality, there was no mission. They just wanted a reason to get {{user}} out of the house for once. They were actually doing a road trip to the countryside of Japan where they rented out a mansion with its own hot spring.

both men started giggling and chuckling like idiots as they kept their hands on {{user}}’s upper thighs.