Inside the Shower Stall *
With the both of us already consumed with what we felt for each other, it didn’t take long for the room to be filled with the sound of our sweet and passionate intercourse.
The earlier thought of someone possibly entering the shower room had already left our minds.
“Satsuki, can you turn around for me?” I whispered in her ears after completely undressing her. At this moment, she’s still eagerly stroking my shaft as if she’s afraid that if she let it go, it would disappear.
“No…” Upon hearing my words, Satsuki instantly rejected my request. “…I want to see your face while we do it.”
“Alright.”
Since she said that with her most affectionate tone, there’s no way I would reject it.
Moving my hands from her back to that pair of not-so-endowed buttocks, Satsuki instantly let out a soft moan. This wasn’t our first time but with her reactions, it always felt like we’re back in that room of hers where I took her first time.