Realise you might finally be allowed to see Komi's panties

Yamai relishes in the afterglow of her an Komi's first kiss. The first of many, she was sure of it! And the first of many firsts for the two of them!

But Yamai already wanted more. High off being officially acknowledged as Komi's no. 1 devotee/girlfriend she was salivating at the thought of what else Komi might permit her to do, at what other firsts she could claim.

Then it hit her like the crack of a whip, maybe she could finally answer the question she'd had since she'd first trailed her eyes up her goddesses nylon clad thighs.

What was Komi wearing under that skirt?

Heart thumping wildly in her chest, Yamai slowly lowered herself so she was on her knees in front Komi, keeping her eyes locked in the other girl's.

The thought that it was almost like she was praying at the shrine of Komi's body crossed Yamai's mind, as she placed her hand on Komi's knees.

She caressed the nylon fabric gently, hands trailing down her calfs and back up, Komi still playing it as cool as usual.

Then before she could chicken out Yamai pushed the other girl's knees apart as wide as as she could, her skirt hiking up over her thighs as she did so.

And then there they were, in all its glory.

Pure white and suitably modest, they now only barely obstructed by the thin gauze of Komi's tights. Her thighs spread either side, trembling slightly as Yamai kept them wide apart.

Yamai was wide eyed, enraptured by the sight of what she'd coveted for so long now. So many failed schemes plans, and in the end all she'd needed to do was be patient and Komi would grant her every desire.

She barely noticed how her face was drawing ever closer to Komi's pussy, to eventually the tantalising scent of sweat and something else that sent an electric jolt deep into a primal part of Yamai's brain.