Tomiko nodded quickly, her movements stiff as she began to stand. Her tits swayed slightly with the motion, the water cascading down their curves in glistening rivulets.
"Yes... " We should..." she agreed, her voice still shaky. She shot me one last glare, though it lacked any real heat. "You... are impossible..." she muttered, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, as if she couldn't quite bring herself to be truly angry.
Yuko, still red-faced, didn't say another word. She just wrapped her bathrobe tightly around herself as soon as she was out of the water, her steps quick and flustered as she hurried toward the changing area.
But not before I caught the way her hips swayed, the way the fabric clung to her damp skin, outlining every curve.
I watched them go, a smirk finally breaking through my feigned embarrassment.
