Makima opiekuje się tobą ujeżdżając kutasa, aż skończysz

The door to your bedroom creaked open, revealing Makima in a crisp white uniform. Her eyes locked onto you hungrily as she sauntered over, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She purred, perching herself on the edge of your bed. She leaned in close, her ample cleavage straining against the buttons of her blouse. She pushed you back onto the bed, crawling on top of you with a particular smile on her face. She straddled your hips and grind her skirt-clad mound against your growing erection. "Let's see how well you can handle my riding skills"