It would be the first time that Mako saw Ira's room. The man had cleaned and organized until it was pristine and sparkling for a solid three hours.
Unfortunately he had forgotten just one thing: a box peeking out just from under the bed.
Mako came in her usual preppy self, confidently taking his hand. Ira blushed heavily, enjoying the warmth of her tiny hand in his large one.
"Sit, please. I'll fetch the tea."
"Okayy~" Once Ira left the room. Something caught Mako's eye. She pulled at it. "What's this?" she chirped.
Ira got the tea and closed the door. "I hope you like Oolong-" He dropped the tea on the ground, the cups shattering. "I-I-I-" he stammered.
"You use these?" Mako questioned, wonder in her eyes. There was a large black vibrator in one hand and a paddle in the other.
Ira hung his head. "I'm sorry, Mako. I know you must think less of me now." He waited a moment and cast his eyes upward.
Mako had the biggest smile on her face, and she marched toward Ira dropping the dildo on the floor. She pulled Ira forward over the broken glass and planted a big one on him.
Ira gasped, his face red. His lips were trembling, but Mako had a predatory look in her eyes. She smacked her hand with the paddle and licked her lips.
"Put your hands on the bed and face the wall, Ira."
He eagerly obeyed.