I looked at Saki with a calm, almost polite smile, voice low enough that only she could hear the edge underneath.
"Aunt Saki… how can you be so rude? Your husband brought us water. Look how caring he is…"
Saki's face burned. She quickly grabbed the hem of her own house dress and reached up, roughly wiping my chin and lips with the fabric, trying to erase the shiny evidence of her squirt that still clung to my skin. Her hands were shaking.
"You… hmmm…" she muttered under her breath, equal parts furious and flustered, eyes darting toward the locked door.
The second she finished, she spun away from me, sat down hard in the chair behind the desk, and clamped her thighs tightly together.
The torn fabric of her pants was still open underneath the desk, her freshly sucked, dripping pussy hidden only by the angle and the way she pressed her knees together.
