[FNS-179] The Daily Commute’s Secret Thrill: Who Was Touched and Excited on the Way to Class?

Every morning, Yayoi Hamabe walks to school in her crisp uniform, but today is different. As she navigates the crowded streets, a sly hand slips between the pleats of her skirt, brushing against the thin fabric of her panties. She gasps, her cheeks flushing with a mix of shame and arousal, feeling the dampness spread as fingers press harder, teasing her through the cotton. The humiliation burns, but her body betrays her, hips twitching involuntarily toward the touch, lost in a solo act of depraved pleasure right there on the sidewalk.