Orimura-sensei gasped at the sensation, but she didn’t stop me. Her eyes even dared me to keep going.
She shifted her hips and started grinding against me with a rhythm that instantly sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. The pressure of her body against mine was maddening, and I could feel myself hardening again,
The evidence pressed against her through the thin layers of fabric between us.
Orimura-sensei’s eyes flashed with a mix of amusement and challenge as I peeled her tracksuit jacket off her shoulders, letting it slide down her arms to pool at her wrists.
Her sports bra clung to her like a second skin, accentuating every curve of her athletic frame. My eyes followed her chest as it rose and fell with each breath.