Ryouko-san’s kiss was fiery and demanding, leaving no room for doubt about her intentions. Likewise, I responded with the same intensity, wanting to make use of this moment to satisfy her.
My hands roamed her body, feeling her warmth through the fabric of her clothes as she eagerly reciprocated the passion. It was as if we were both trying to make up for lost time. Our tongues intertwined together as we kissed deeply.
I guided her hips as she started rubbing herself against me, the friction setting my senses ablaze. The sofa creaked slightly under our combined weight as we moved in a silent dance of desire.
Ryouko-san's breath grew heavier as her hands began unbuttoning my uniform, sliding it off my shoulders. I didn't resist, instead, I mirrored her actions, pulling the zipper of her tracksuit down, revealing her one-piece navy blue swimsuit underneath.