“Knock, knock.”
Gunther whipped open the door and leaned against the doorframe, head tilted and backpack thrown over his shoulder moments after I pulled out of Sakura. I stuffed myself into my pants and pulled down Sakura’s skirt, wiping a bead of c*m that had dripped out of her p***y and shoving that finger into her mouth.
She sucked hungrily on it, then looked over her shoulder at Gunther. He walked into the room, scrunched his nose at Sakura, and tossed his bag onto an empty desk.
“Look,” he started, “I don’t really want to be here, so what’d you want?”
Sakura glanced between us. “You asked him to meet you?”
“Yes,” I said.
I had told one of his buddies to relay the information to him this morning when I got into Redwood. I hadn’t had the time or energy to find his ass earlier. I w
