Anya's head fell back against the chair, eyes fluttering shut, lips parted as her fingers began to move in a sensual manner as they dived into her pussy.
"Mmm...just like I remember." She sighed, voice husky. "Always so good with your hands, Mika...even when you're not real…"
Her hips moved subtly, chasing her own touch. The rainbow hair above her clit shimmered with every breath, and the soft, wet sounds of her fingers sliding in and out filled the quiet library.
Meanwhile, Mika's mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
He had exactly three functioning brain cells left, and all three were screaming:
1. This is wrong.
2. This is so wrong.
3. Do NOT get hard right now.
He failed on point three.
And even though he knew he should've stopped this and told her the truth, he found it really hard to do with the sight in front of him.
