As soon as Yamamoto left, Saki instantly moved back, closing the door completely.
I heard Saki's thought clear as day.
[I have to make him cum before Yamamoto comes back…]
Her tight asshole clenched even harder around my cock, the ring of muscle squeezing and fluttering in desperate little pulses. I answered that grip with a sharp, open-handed slap across her full, sweat-slicked ass.
SMACK!
Saki yelped, both hands flying up to cover her mouth.
"Aaaaaaaah…!"
"Fuck…" I groaned, feeling the way her hole spasmed from the sting.
She didn't wait for me. Saki shoved her hips back harder and started swinging them on her own—wide, wild, filthy rolls that made her thick cheeks slap against my hips. Her moans spilled out between her fingers, high and broken.
"Aah… hmm… aaah… aaaa… aaaaaaaaaah… aaah…"
Sweat poured down her body, soaking through her torn house clothes until the fabric clung to every curve. The room smelled of sex and her skin.
