What the young boy took notice of however was how her eyes crossed and very a low moo fetish came up right from her diaphragm. The front of her dress held on for a split second until it exploded open with the powerful fountain of milk which her orgasm caused to come forth from her udders. The lowing girl had just crested, still coming down this climax that had been worth the wait but the men didn't even pause. She was gasping for air from the effect of the orgasm on her unfit body and by the man just beginning to pound her cunt but had a cock shoved down her throat anyway. Shiro began to walk away, sensing there was no blowjob place for him here, but could still hear the sound of hear her porky body making clapping sounds as it wetly slapped against itself and the men. Along with the obscene sounds coming from both holes as she built towards another climax. Dejected and with his notions about a man being so good that he could cause an orgasm just by putting it in shattered the boy kept walking. He walked around in a daze through the streets of his homeland, finding the same situation wherever he looked, the real world seemed to revolve around that act. High pitched moans and low grunts were everywhere while he was silent and ignored. It was impossible to turn away from the sight of powerful white cock thrusting into pregnant Japanese women. Many females took shots of the drugs willingly but they hung thick in the air regardless, to aid breeding and to help the cultural integration of women who had voted against the revolution. The air thick with sex and other things clung to Shiro, along with fluids gushing on to him from the many orgasmic releases he had walked past, all told he was becoming quite damp. Screens floated in every street which gave no release from the sights, some were advertizing clothing brands specially tailored to japan asian sexually appeal to ''Aryan gods'' these seemed to be popular as he recognized the pink lolita dress along with the sexualized parodies of business suits, school uniforms and the like which many of the women lying around wore. Others were educational videos with slogans like ''breed right, breed white'' and the general benefits of being knocked up by white men as well as recommended prep for the first time. Apparently there were many help forums online and optional classes at school for Japanese girls who might be struggling to accept white supremacy. The screens took special note many times of females who might have taken a nip cock and wrongly assumed a white one would be similar, this assumption made for a high priority to contact for re-education the boy heard with a black expression. The last genre he internally sorted the many videos he saw in to was testimonials and there were more of than these of any, all with very happy women talking about their experiences with Aryan cock and their journey to accepting the new world order. One who didn't look like she was out of school yet spoke of how she had her mouth pounded so hard that the force of the man's thrusts had broken her nose. Another who looked like someone's mother spoke of being so exhausted and oxygen deprived by a marathon session with five men that she had slipped into a brief coma and still fucked despite this for some hours by the uncaring men. A particularly young one spoke of how she been scared of what was happening all around her at first, partially because of the great difference between her cunny and the japanese cocks she was told it was her duty to take. 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