this is basically a sayaka m@stir sting so beware kids
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"If you don't apologize to her, I will fucking kill you." Kirari growled.
That voice made Sayaka quake. The tone, and the way Kirari was leaned over the nervous boy just made Sayaka turned the fuck on.
As Sayaka lay in her one person dorm , comfortable shorts on, and a hoodie with nothing under it, that moment replayed in Sayaka's mind. A buzz in her core got more and more violent, and she knew exactly what to do with it.
Sayaka's hands inched closer to her abdomen, and soon, her hand slipped under her shorts.
Sayaka started breathing heavily as she slowly ran circles over her wet pussy, and she started to pick up the pace, using her other hand to lift up her hoodie, and massage her left breast.
Sayaka moaned slightly, and took off her shorts, and underwear.
She slid two fingers in.
"Fff-fuuck-" Sayaka moaned, imagining Kirari topping poor, vulnerable Sayaka, pinning her down while mercilessly fucking her with her own hand.
"Hnnngg" Sayaka yearned for Kirari's slim fingers to be inside of her. All these lewd feelings for her dearest president would never allow Sayaka to look at the president normally anymore.
"Mmmng— Fuck!-" Sayaka moaned loudly, as she reached her climax.
Suddenly, she heard the door open.
"Sayaka? Are you oka-" She heard a familiar cold voice say.
"W-P-P-President!" Sayaka said, turning beet red from experiencing a ruined orgasm, in front of the woman she was fantasizing for.
Sayaka rushed to get a blanket over her naked body, and wished this was a dream.
an uncomfortable silence fell upon the two women, before Kirari gained a devilish smirk.
"Who was it, that you were moaning so filthily for?" Kirari said with a seductive tone.
"U-Uhhhhh.."
Kirari started to unbutton her blouse.
"Tell me.. now." Kirari demanded.
Sayaka started to wimper a bit.
"You."
