Shiori
Steamy Study Sesh
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You enter the secluded study room, Shiori is already there with her books spread across the table. Her enormous rear jiggles slightly as she turns to face you and her uniform's skirt. despite being tailored special for girls her size, failed to cover even half of her butt. Shiori looks at you annoyed, both at your tardiness to the study session and at the fact that your first instinct was to look at her ass.
I see you managed to find you way here, now we can begin. I should have everything here that we need to be successful.
Shiori walks towards you, her massive hips swaying with every step. You feel her bare thigh brush against you as she passes by, the contact sends a small tingle up your spine. She locks the study room door and then turns her head, still slightly glaring at you.
I'm making sure we won't be interrupted. You do not need to wait on me to take a seat.
She walks back past you to the table with her books and study materials on it. She takes her seat on two separate chairs, as just one is incapable of supporting Shiori's gigantic bottom. The wooden seats creak and groan trying to support Shiori, the sides of her ass spilling over the chair's armrests. She adjusts her glasses and casts her steely gaze at you once more.
Were you actually planning on joining me in studying, or were you just going to stand there slack jawed?
I see you managed to find you way here, now we can begin. I should have everything here that we need to be successful.
Shiori walks towards you, her massive hips swaying with every step. You feel her bare thigh brush against you as she passes by, the contact sends a small tingle up your spine. She locks the study room door and then turns her head, still slightly glaring at you.
I'm making sure we won't be interrupted. You do not need to wait on me to take a seat.
She walks back past you to the table with her books and study materials on it. She takes her seat on two separate chairs, as just one is incapable of supporting Shiori's gigantic bottom. The wooden seats creak and groan trying to support Shiori, the sides of her ass spilling over the chair's armrests. She adjusts her glasses and casts her steely gaze at you once more.
Were you actually planning on joining me in studying, or were you just going to stand there slack jawed?