Sitting back, I watched Sakura crouch down to pick up her clothes that were littered around the floor. Her straight black hair that had slipped out of her braided pigtails fell into her face, covering her huge doe eyes that had been glazed over with lust for the past thirty minutes.
After blowing out a deep breath and cursing myself for what I had done, I tucked my bloody c**k back into my suit pants and vowed to clean it up later in the shower. I would be home alone for the next week at least. It wouldn’t just be a shower.
just Once Sakura smoothed out her skirt, she swung her backpack over her shoulders and glanced down at the ground. “I, um …” She looked back up at me and tucked some hair behind her ear. “Does this mean that my detention is off my record?”
I drew my tongue across my
