Orimura Sanae (2) *

Once her breathing returned to normal, the first thing Orimura-sensei did was to place her knees down on my sides before further pressing her lower body. With my arms supporting her back, she trusted that no matter how much she moved, I could keep her from falling over.

“Hnngg... I feel stuffed, shameless brat. You filled me up, alright. Y-you said this would be enough. It better be or else...”

Upon feeling my cock twitch because of her movement, the woman shot me another glare as she masked her stimulating voice acting like I wronged her. She’s aware of how far I reached and how tight she’s squeezing me, both of us probably got assaulted by pleasure when my blood furiously pumped down there.

“Or else?” I raised an eyebrow, intentionally provoking her. At the same time, I adjusted my back, placing us firmly at the center of this bench.

Her face scrunched up from that small movement and with my provocation affecting her, her response came with a snarl.