Akira hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Aoi's soaked panties, the fabric clinging stubbornly to her skin like it didn't want to let go.
He tugged them down slowly, peeling them away from her puffy, glistening pussy. The fabric was drenched, strings of her arousal stretching between the material and her folds before snapping.
He slid them over her thighs, down her legs, and off her ankles, pocketing them with a smirk. "These are mine now. A reminder of how wet you get when you're breaking rules."
Aoi lay there on the art table, legs still spread wide, her open shirt framing her heaving breasts in the white bra. Her pussy was fully exposed now: pink lips swollen and parted, inner folds slick and shiny with her cum. Her clit was red and throbbing from the two orgasms he'd already wrung from her.
