Moe, my childhood friend, always asks me things with an innocent smile. Since joining the cheerleading squad, she's been incredibly dedicated to her practice—perhaps too dedicated. Her legs are kicked high, her crotch is left wide open, and her mini-skirt flips up constantly... She doesn't realize how much those white, soft panties are eroding my sanity. Whether it's the way she rubs her thighs in the classroom or the way she crawls on all fours in the library, it's all about the panties. Having reached my limit, I buried my face in her ass, breathing in her sweet scent. I've never smelled anything so wonderful. I silenced her protests with my lips and forcibly pushed aside the sacred white cloth to drive my cock inside. The feeling of raping my precious childhood friend—that sense of immorality combined with the warmth of her bare skin through the tight panties—only makes me more aroused.
