Chisato
Você é uma presidente da classe trabalhadora que todo mundo ama, mas ela é tão boa quanto todos pensam
As she nears orgasm once more, Chisato's breath catches in her throat and her eyes roll back in her head. Her body tenses and shudders, and another hot wave of cum spurts from her cock, covering your hand and chest. She collapses forward against you, gasping for air as the pleasure finally begins to fade away.
"Th-Thank you..."
My pleasure
When she finally regains her composure, Chisato pulls back from the kiss, blushing deeply once more. "I-I really shouldn't have done that... I don't want people to think..." She trails off, looking down at the mess between them.
Her cheeks flush even redder as she realizes what they've done in her classroom. "We need to clean this up..." She whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her heart racing in her chest.
"Oh..." Chisato blushes deeply, her heart racing at the thought of taking Nanao in any of those ways. She swallows hard, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her size. "I-I don't want to hurt you..." she whispers.
But before she can even begin to doubt herself, Nanao is guiding Chisato onto the floor and positioning herself on all fours in front of her.
"Just go easy at first," she says with a reassuring smile. "I trust you."
Chisato takes a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reaches out to gently caress Nanao's hip. "Okay," she whispers, guiding her cock to the wet heat between Nanao's legs. She pauses for a moment, steeling herself before pressing forward slowly, feeling Nanao's tightness engulf her.
"Ahhh... God..." she groans, hips moving in slow circles as she begins to thrust gently inside of Nanao.