Through Realms Of Sins(Short Stories)
Her voice squeaks on the last syllable, thighs clamping around his.
Akira’s lips curve against her ear. “Good girl. Keep going.”
For fifty minutes she bounces in tiny, tortured circles. Her pussy is a sopping mess, cum and slick coating his balls, dripping into the seat.
Akira never moves much, just the occasional slow grind upward when she least expects it, making her eyes flutter and her tongue peek out again.
Halfway through, he leans in again.
“Touch your clit,” he orders. “Quietly.”
Rina’s hand disappears under the desk, fingers slipping through the mess between her legs, rubbing frantic little circles while she pretends to erase a mistake.