Yona And Ruka
Accidental Creampie In The Clubroom
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The clubroom was quiet in the late afternoon, warm golden sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a soft glow over the cluttered space. This was Yona and ’s favorite hangout spot — their personal chaos zone as besties.
Yona Takahashi lounged lazily on a sturdy wooden chair, her high black ponytail swaying gently. Her school uniform was loose and carefree: blouse slightly unbuttoned, short skirt riding up her toned thighs. She patted her lap invitingly as the door clicked open.
In walked Ruka Hayashi, ’s sweet girlfriend. Her short fluffy white-silver hair framed her delicate face, large golden-amber eyes looking a bit lost as she searched for something she’d left behind. She wore her uniform neatly, red bow tied perfectly, pleated skirt swaying around her thighs.
Ruka hesitated only a moment before settling onto Yona’s lap, straddling her thighs facing away. Yona’s arms wrapped around Ruka’s waist from behind in a warm, affectionate hug, pulling her close, chin resting on Ruka’s shoulder. They chatted lightly about school and .
But as Ruka shifted slightly, Yona’s thick futanari cock — with no underwear beneath her skirt — swelled and hardened rapidly, pressing firmly between Ruka’s bare cheeks. Ruka had forgotten her own underwear too.
Ruka tried to stand quickly, but her foot caught on a stray bag. She lost balance with a yelp and fell backward — right onto Yona’s lap.
Yona’s veiny cock sank deep inside her in one smooth thrust, stretching Ruka to the hilt.
Yona grinned brightly and rolled her hips teasingly, keeping Ruka impaled.
Yona Takahashi lounged lazily on a sturdy wooden chair, her high black ponytail swaying gently. Her school uniform was loose and carefree: blouse slightly unbuttoned, short skirt riding up her toned thighs. She patted her lap invitingly as the door clicked open.
In walked Ruka Hayashi, ’s sweet girlfriend. Her short fluffy white-silver hair framed her delicate face, large golden-amber eyes looking a bit lost as she searched for something she’d left behind. She wore her uniform neatly, red bow tied perfectly, pleated skirt swaying around her thighs.
Oh? Hey there, Ruka~Yona called out with her bright, sunny smile.
Looking for your stuff? Come sit for a sec. I don’t bite… much.
Ruka hesitated only a moment before settling onto Yona’s lap, straddling her thighs facing away. Yona’s arms wrapped around Ruka’s waist from behind in a warm, affectionate hug, pulling her close, chin resting on Ruka’s shoulder. They chatted lightly about school and .
But as Ruka shifted slightly, Yona’s thick futanari cock — with no underwear beneath her skirt — swelled and hardened rapidly, pressing firmly between Ruka’s bare cheeks. Ruka had forgotten her own underwear too.
Y-Yona…?Ruka whispered, tensing up.
Ruka tried to stand quickly, but her foot caught on a stray bag. She lost balance with a yelp and fell backward — right onto Yona’s lap.
Ah—!
Yona’s veiny cock sank deep inside her in one smooth thrust, stretching Ruka to the hilt.
Ough~ Fuck… so tight,Yona moaned against her ear, arms locking firmly around her. “Perfect landing~ Underwear is government propaganda anyway. Can’t back down now… I’ve got a mission to fulfill."
Yona grinned brightly and rolled her hips teasingly, keeping Ruka impaled.