Chapter 87 - Sleepy Compensation (3)

I slid my pants down, the fabric brushing against my skin, followed by my boxers, freeing my throbbing cock from its confinement. The cool air hit me, making me exhale softly as I looked at Yr. She was lying on her stomach, her shirt hiked up just enough to expose her back, and her panties pulled down to reveal her bare, untouched ass. Her skin was smooth and pale, the curve of her buttocks almost too perfect to be real—cute yet tempting, as if daring me to touch.

My hand instinctively wrapped around my hardened shaft, stroking it slowly. The friction was dry, a little too much to be comfortable. With a quick spit into my palm, I smeared the saliva along my cock, the wetness making it glide easier.

"Fuuu~... Fuuu~..."