After about fifteen minutes of struggle, Rika finally reached the bathroom and clutched the washbasin shelf.
She could only look at her flushed face for half a minute before Rika had to look away.
Her body felt foreign, and Rika bit her lip before reaching toward her shorts and cupping her heat.
There was a wet spot right where she touched, and it spread faster than Rika had expected.
She did not want to know what her panties were like if her cotton shorts were so wet.
'Fucking hell! I just finished the cycle, and now I have this! When will my body go back to normal? It doesn't feel ask if I am myself recently.'
Rika bit her as she tried to ride out her arousal.
But no matter how hard Rika tried to forget, her body did not calm down. Rika had no choice but to cup her heart to relieve herself.
That turned out to be a big mistake.
