Lock the Door

They always wondered why Mako and Ito always shared a room.

Misaki didn’t have to wonder any longer as she accidentally walked into their room.

Really, they should try locking the door for once.

Really, they should…

Misaki tried to rip her eyes away from the writhing, sweating, SHIT…

…Makoto didn’t look like Makoto as she did a beautiful man nipping a flushed Ito’s face and dropping kisses on the nips as he pumped into her with renewed vigor.

From what she could tell you about lesbian sex, Mako had both hands all over Ito so they either had help or Mako was really a man as he pulled out of his lover slack and purple.

Misaki looked at the passed out Ito, watching in awe as Makoto slipped out of bed and caught sight of the frozen young woman.

He was beautiful.

He was definitely a “he”.

If she didn’t have Yoshiro, she’d be jealous. Makoto languidly grabbed his robe, wrapping it around him as he approached her.

His eyes were very green, and slit in what seemed to be pure satisfaction as he bent over her and put his face next to hers.

“This will be our little secret?” He whispered, his lips teased along her ear, giving her the shivers.

She nodded dumbly.

“Please lock the door on your way out, will you?”

She complied.