"Who's that?" Haruka asked, putting on her cum-fogged glasses.
Renji furrowed his brows. "Who do you think it is? It's Hitomi."
"Your Class President?" Haruka flew a hand over her breasts. "Why is she in school on a Saturday? I thought it was going to be just us."
With a grunt, Renji got on his feet, picking up his hoodie. "She's here because we're supposed to plan for the Art Competition today. Now stop asking questions and clean all of this now, she's coming!"
Haruka's eyes widened behind her fogged glasses, her face a ruined mask of mascara rivers and semen webs, but she scrambled to her feet on wobbling legs, skirt falling haphazardly over her bruised ass.
It was difficult to move as her pussy and asshole were still gaping and throbbing, but she managed to hurriedly snatch tissues from her desk drawer in frantic handfuls.
Renji put on his hoodie, and zipped his jeans with one hand.
The fabric strained over his semi-hard cock that was still slick with her fluids.
