While we are alone *
With the mood flinging in the same direction as what happened inside Nami’s tent, it didn't take long for us to be in a heated situation.
Remaining seated on my lap, Eguchi-sensei's shirt was already rolled up above her bountiful chest. Her sports bra still held her twin peaks but my naughty hands had already caught the elastic pair which contained the hopes and dreams of men within my palm. My fingers were firmly buried in their softness with my thumbs pressing against the hardened sensitive switches.
I gently fondled them while watching Eguchi-sensei's ever-changing expression. Every movement I made with my fingers would make her face twitch in genuine pleasure.
From there, I could see that she was embarrassed, pleased, and annoyed at the same time. The annoyance came from having to hold her voice just her voice spilled outside.
In any case, despite being annoyed, she's not stopping me from doing this.
The reason?