Saori turned and tried to walk past me toward the hallway, still breathing unsteadily. Just as she drew level with me, I gave a tiny, invisible nudge with telekinesis against her ankle.
Her foot caught. She stumbled forward with a soft cry of surprise.
"Ah—!"
Her full weight crashed into me. I let myself fall backward under the impact so that we both went down onto the kitchen floor.
Saori landed squarely on top of me, her soft, heavy breasts pressing firmly against my bare chest through the damp uniform.
The thick, hard length of my cock, still trapped under the towel, was trapped right between her thighs, the heat and rigidity of it pressing up against the soft mound of her pussy.
A startled, involuntary moan escaped her lips the moment she felt the thick bulge grind against her.
"Nnh…!"
Her body froze on top of mine. Soft tits flattened against my abs, nipples still hard, the wet fabric of her uniform stuck between us.
