Hina stepped forward like a shadow, her bare feet silent on the floor. Her dark, half-lidded eyes burned with pure, months-long hunger. She reached out and grabbed Yuta's shoulder, fingers digging into the fabric of his uniform shirt. At the same time she leaned her entire face forward, lips parted, breath hot against his.
Both of them fell to the tatami floor in a tangled heap—her body pinning his, skirt riding up to expose the smooth, pale skin of her thighs and the tiny black panties already soaked between her legs. Yuta made a small, startled sound, but Hina didn't give him a second to speak.
She attacked his mouth like an animal starving for months.
Her lips crashed onto his with brutal, greedy force. She swallowed his lips whole—sucking them in, tongue forcing its way past his teeth, filling every inch of his mouth. Her saliva poured out in thick, warm ropes, dripping down his chin, soaking his cheeks, sliding into his throat as she moaned deep and filthy.
