The way her pussy squirmed around my dick sent waves of pleasure through me. Irene was gritting her teeth as I relentlessly pounded her, the force of my hips driving into her. Sweat was flying, droplets glistening on our skin as her beautiful purple hair became a tangled mess. The look of sheer debauchery on her face was breathtaking, a sight I never thought I'd see from her.
Her long-sleeved shirt strained against her bouncing breasts, the fabric barely containing them as they jiggled with every thrust. I couldn't resist any longer—I tore the shirt down the middle, buttons popping off and scattering across the room. Beneath that layer, her breasts were barely contained by a black lacy bra.
I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight before me.
"This isn't just a coincidence, is it? Even if I hadn't dozed off in your class earlier, you still planned on getting me here, didn't you?"
