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>You come to your club room to see her again
>You try to make a normal expression on your face and open a book, knowing you won't be able to read much today
>Soon you feel her hand on your shoulder, you look up and see her face right above the book you dodn't even open yet
>You put the book away, as she's already sitting in reverse position on the same chair as you do, looking right at you with the same enigmatic face. This face would be frightening if it wasn't the face you loved.
>you almost got lost looking into her eyes for a second or two, fruitlessly trying to imagine what could be going on in this lovely little misterious head, but soon the sound of fast unzipping zipper quicly followed by the touch of her cold little hand briught you back to reality
>You're trying to unbutton her shirt before she begun, and start caressing her silky smooth skin on her neck and shoulders You can't know if she likes it, or maybe you arent doing it right, but she doesn't seem to mind it.
>And then she starth moving, just slightly up and down, but it's only a start of a rollercoaster and there are no belts. You know that neither her power nor stamina are not limited. But well, you know she doesn't want to break the chair or you, so you tell yourself it's gonna be okay.
>The harder you get, the faster she moves. You guess she likes you playing with her little breasts and pointy nipples, well, you will never know for sure. Her face is not simple to read. She just looks dowh at you with her usual face, you could get the idea that she's doing some hard work grinding stones, or flattening the asphalt if she wasn't grinding you.
