"Haruka, Mr. Haruka....."
Feeling the boy steadily drawing nearer, Reiko Onodera's face flushed, and she couldn't help but lower her head.
Today, madam was wearing a beige tank top with a white shirt over it, and those voluptuous hips were wrapped in a coffee-colored long skirt, creating an astonishingly perfect curvature in contrast with her upper body's waistline, looking very tempting.
"Sister Reiko, you've worked hard these days..."
Haruka Yuzan walked over, extended his hand to wrap around madam's smooth waist, and through the thin layer of clothing, he could feel the incredibly smooth sensation.
A light fragrance enveloped his nose, the charm of a mature woman was fully displayed at this moment.
"Yumeko and the others are still outside..."
