"You look like you've already had a long day, Akira-kun," Mei whispered. She reached out with a pom-pom, the soft strands brushing against his jaw. "But a cheerleader's job is to make sure the players never run out of energy."
She dropped the pom-poms and stepped into his chest, her perfume hitting his nostrils—a sweet, floral scent mixed with a hint of spice that made his head spin.
"I am full of energy, Mei-san."
"I like that. Let's see if you can handle a woman who doesn't need to be handled with kid gloves."
She turned around, bending over the edge of her mahogany desk, her short pleated skirt flipping up to reveal she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She looked back at him over her shoulder.
"Well? Are you going to stand there, or are you going to score?"
Akira's cock twitched at the sight of her plump pussy lips peeking out, the pink folds glistening under the soft lamp light. Her ass cheeks were round and firm, begging to be grabbed.
