She looked wrecked. Worshipful. "I just… I needed to be closer. Please—is this okay?"
Something fierce and possessive twisted in Phei's chest.
He hadn't planned this. But seeing her choose it—choose to kneel without being told, choose to lower herself for him—it hit harder than any command ever could.
"This is perfect," he said, voice low and rough with truth.
A soft, relieved sob escaped her. Her grip on his calves tightened, nails digging through his pants.
"Can I move closer?"
"You can."
She shuffled forward immediately—no hesitation, thighs parting wider as she pressed between his legs, the heat of her body radiating against his inner thighs. Her heavy tits brushed his knees as she leaned in, arms wrapping fully around his legs now, hugging them to her chest like a lifeline.
Her cheek pressed hard into his thigh—warm, tear-damp skin soaking through his uniform pants—and she nuzzled deeper, breathing him in with shaky, desperate inhales.
"Good girl."
