Saori made a soft, audible gulping sound, eyes still locked on the thick, glistening cock that had just slapped her face. Her cheeks were burning, breath coming in short, uneven pants.
The Scent of Lust kept the heat coiled low in her belly, refusing to let the image or the intimate smell fade.
I moved quickly. I snatched the towel from the floor, wrapped it firmly back around my waist, and tied it tight, trapping the still-hard length underneath. Standing up, I kept my voice calm and apologetic.
"I am sorry…"
Saori scrambled to her feet as well, smoothing her damp uniform with trembling hands. She still wouldn't meet my eyes. Her voice came out small and shaky.
"I… I'll go…"
Without another word, she turned and hurried out of the kitchen, almost running. Her room was only a few steps away, just off the kitchen corridor.
