Haruna's fingers trembled as she pulled her soaked panties back up, the lace clinging to her swollen, cum-drenched pussy. A fresh droplet of my release tried to escape, but she pressed the fabric against herself, trapping the warmth inside. Her breath hitched as she adjusted them, the friction making her whimper.
"I'm going first," I murmured, my voice a low, rough growl. "Otherwise, sister Yuko might start asking too many questions," I smirked, watching as she nodded, her cheeks still flushed, her lips bruised from sucking me off. "You come out after. And act innocent."
Haruna pouted, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. "But what if she asks me what we were doing?" she whispered, her fingers tracing the damp fabric between her legs. "Should I tell her the truth? That my boyfriend just ruin my pussy in the airplane bathroom?"
