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There was another buzzing in the room as well, of the 8 inch light peach coloured vibrator in her sopping cunt, doing little to satisfy her excitement at the events unfolding. It was no cheap bit of tech, it could move as though alive and had simple AI to aid in stimulating her, it did fill her and stimulated her clit ever so well. But even as her thick, damp thighs wrapped around it tighter to help it in it's work, the thing still left a deep longing for more. National election were here and nearly over, results were expected in less than an hour but Junko was confident of the fate of her new party. The New Feminist Party had captured the heart of the nation in a way that left no one concerned about whether it had the experience to govern. Some outwardly wondered about how such a sudden shift in political thought could have taken place, but those in the know reckoned feelings had been bubbling under the surface for a very long time. Support was so great that by now everyone knew that the election was a formality, all that was left to do now for the young Prime Minister apparent cartoon was mental preparation for a victory speech hitting all her themes of female sexual liberation. With a young emperor who too impotent to exercise even the mostly ceremonial power he had and with her party in lockstep, the power she was soon to gain would be absolute. Her once radical message might now be seen as mainstream but her real objectives would have shocked many of her supporters if she spoke about them publicly, things which they thought were unfortunate side effects but which their leader had many times just about fisted herself thinking about. With the atomic bombs the West had unleashed a series of potentially race ending explosions on her people, the New Feminist Party's real purpose was to bring a race ending explosion of another sort. Her eyes closed and a low moan escaped as the thought of it sent a pleasurable shiver through her lightly perspiring body. Undoing her animation trouser buttons produced a sigh of relief at the slight womanly pudge being freed and at her hand being free to slowly pump the vibrator in and out of her cunt. A brief moment of worry about those assembled noticing by her clothes that she had spent some time sitting in a pool of her own sex juices were internally bruhsed aside. Between the light peach vibrators becoming an unofficial bit of party uniform, excitement about the party hentai agenda and her speech, Junko would ensure there wasn't a dry seat in the house. Shortly afterwards it became official and Japan's new Prime Minister strode onstage to a deafening high pitched roar from the crowd. Projections had it that when all votes had been counted her feminists would hold 74% of seats, a greater victory even than the one expected. Reaching the podium brought another peak in the cheering, the crowd seemed to be in a mood to cheer anything at the moment. As the roar died down it was replaced by unmistakable squelching and moaning, she had been right indeed to not be embarrassed about her level of excitement, if anything they sounded more excited than her. Her followers were packed to the rafters in their hundreds of thousands with drones hovering around so everyone could see all the action. Peering into the crowd sent a pulse through her already anime over-excited pussy, modesty and formal attire lay abandoned, almost everyone she could see was openly masturbating. Many others had stripped toon naked to massage their tits and reveal sweaty bodies shuddering with pleasurable thoughts about what lay around the corner. There were still those who kept a hand free to hold placards though, on display were many familiar favourites from the campaign, 'need to breed' 'white is right' and the one which she had chosen as the image for the 50 foot screen behind the stage, simply a picture of cum exploding forth from a white cock. 'Tonight we have turned on a mighty fountain of superior white cum' Junko began, orgasmic sounding and actually orgasmic shrieks came in response 'every woman will be free to bathe in or pump herself as full as she chooses' more excitement and the wonderful smell of her followers arousal rolling over her in intoxicating waves. 'We have ended the population crisis and breakdown in relationship between the sexes, which came with the revolution in VR technology giving complete sensory experience. This is the end of the tyranny over our bodies by generations of nip men, who have all but abandoned reality to expansive virtual world filled with anime girls for them to put their tiny dick in' initially even she had been unsure about directing ethnic slurs at Japanese men but the voters had taken to it with aplomb. “Yep. Really, hentai never better. I stripped off my clothes, shoes, socks and got down to my birthday suit. Her tits heaved in the corner of my eyes. “Ooh, yes, you like that, don't you, you little futa-slut!” moaned my mother from the other room. The lights in the mansion were all off. Suddenly a powerful orgasm rocked through my body. Again she didn't make me cum but when cartoon I was close she tightened her grip and pulled pretty hard. With three fingers in I finally begin to work towards a goal of getting my ass stretched further. My pulse fluttered beneath her touch, my heart drumming with rapture. She opened her eyes now. You fill her pussy with your sperm which drips all over the covers, but Emily doesn’t care, as she tries to recover from the orgasm. "Let's make the animation most of the time we have, tonight, this next week, and as much as we can get away with the rest of the summer." I pushed if fully in and held her there for a moment with her lips touching my groin. The one with the modded supercharger. Futas and girls stared at me, envy in their eyes. It was there: Not in a masculine kind of anime way, but very feminine. “About time you did something useful” Laura quipped. I moaned around Mommy's nipple and sucked so hard. Is this what was burning me and making me feel full? Amit quite patiently told her about toon all the intricacies involved. They were sound asleep cuddled together in one of the beds.