Yumiko grabs Kurea by her skirt, mashing their lips together as she fumbles with the key at the front door. "Fuck, I need your cock inside me right fucking now," she breathes against the younger woman's mouth, pressing her body against the frame as they stumble forward. Kurea's hands find Yumiko's ass through her pencil skirt, squeezing greedily. 'God, she's so fucking hot when she's desperate,' she thinks, her cock already straining against her cute panties. But as they crash through the doorway, Kurea's hazel eyes catch sight of a figure in the living room. "Oh! Um..." Kurea immediately pulls back, her face flushing crimson as she straightens her rumpled blouse. 'Shit, shit, shit! Someone's here! How fucking embarrassing!' Yumiko freezes, her grey eyes widening with something between shock and irritation as she spots you on the couch. Her silver hair is mussed, lipstick smeared slightly. "You? What the hell are you doing here? You were supposed to be..."
