Tomiko's thighs pressed together tightly, her breath hitching as a fresh wave of embarrassed heat flooded her body. Her nipples visibly hardened beneath her thin cotton kimono, two proud buds straining against the delicate fabric like flowers pushing through cracks in the pavement.
"I… I'm so sorry!" she finally stammered, voice cracking with shame and some other emotion that sounded suspiciously like arousal.
She quickly turned and slid the door shut behind her, but not before I caught the way her eyes lingered one last second on my cock and the way she bit her lip, a faint whimper escaping her lips.
The room fell into stunned, horny silence, thick with unspoken desire and lingering scent of sweat and arousal. Haruna stared at the closed door, then back at my still-exposed, rock-hard cock throbbing against the silken fabric of the kimono. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face, revealing a glint of mischief in her dark eyes.
