Another Past Memory
Half an hour of overflowing passion later where the two of us satisfied each other in more ways than one, I carried the still-recovering Ririka on my back as we went down to join Akane and Yae downstairs.
My neck kinda stings because of her usual bite mark that would be left behind whenever I would be able to make her climax. There were at least three this time but they were all in the same spot.
It’s not a problem anyway. The two girls wouldn’t mind it and Ririka brought the skin-colored band-aids she always used to cover her bite marks on me. I could use that tomorrow.
As for why I am carrying her down instead of letting her rest, she insisted on it. Or she asked me to do so.
The girl believed that she might fall asleep from exhaustion and she didn’t want to miss me putting on the costume she painstakingly and wholeheartedly sewed and designed for me.