The small staff room was quiet, the door securely locked. The only sounds were their soft breathing and the faint, muffled noise of the store outside. The warm afternoon light filtering through the small window cast a gentle glow over Ayame's body as she sat on the chair with her skirt hiked up and red panties around one ankle.
Haruto stared intently at her smooth, exposed pussy, his voice low and husky.
"Let me pull it out."
Ayame's cheeks flushed deeper, but she gave him a small, trusting nod. Her eyes were half-lidded with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
"…Okay. Be gentle," she whispered.
She spread her legs a little wider on the chair, leaning back slightly to give him better access. Her pussy was beautifully presented — completely shaved, plump outer lips slightly parted, revealing the delicate rosy inner folds that glistened with her natural wetness. The entrance looked soft and inviting, still slightly puffy from the cup inside.
