"Grace, there's a problem."
Having just changed into his uniform, Miles opened the door and called out to Grace, who was scrolling through her phone while leaning back in her chair as if thinking about something.
"Huh?"
At his voice, she promptly turned to him, and her eyes instinctively flickered to his pants.
"What's the problem?"
The words drifted out of her mouth absentmindedly, falling silent as she stared at the problem.
"It's quite eager, so it's all pumped and doesn't want to stay docile," Miles said, holding the eye-catching bulge in his pants as he walked toward her.
Grace followed his every movement, her eyes glued to his big bulge, showing just how deeply she had missed it. Although he had dealt with her using just his tongue and fingers, it couldn't compare to the feeling of his cock inside her, dominantly ruining her while he pulled her hair from behind.
Grace's composure melted like snow before a burning coal, and a rare smile spread across her lips.
