The locker room smelled of sweat, sex, and something Mayumi hadn't felt in years.....satisfaction. Her chest rose and fell as she lay sprawled on the bench, sweat-damp ponytail clinging to her neck, skin still sticky with Renji's cum. Every part of her ached deliciously, her thighs trembling from the way he had used her.
Renji didn't look tired at all. He sat on the edge of the bench, shirtless now, lazily wiping his cock with a towel before stuffing it back into his pants. That cock. She shuddered just remembering the way it had stretched her, the way it had forced her body to yield.
"You're staring," he teased, smirking as he caught her gaze.
"I am not," she snapped, turning her face away too quickly. The blush betraying her wasn't lost on him.
Renji leaned in, brushing a thumb across the corner of her lips where a thin smear of his cum had dried. "Cute. You're pretending like I didn't just fuck the soul out of you a minute ago."
