Mischief under the table

Haruko’s lips were warm and soft, a fleeting tease as they closed around the tip of my cock for just a heartbeat before she pulled back.

The sudden sensation sent a jolt throughout my body. It was sharp and electrifying. I had to clench my jaw to keep from making a sound and clasp my hands as I fought to maintain my composure.

Then, she popped back up almost instantly, her expression being the picture of innocence as she held up the pen she’d ‘dropped’.

“Got it,”

The warmth of her mouth lingered even after she pulled away, casually reemerging from under the table with the pen in hand as if nothing had happened. She flashed me a sly, triumphant grin before settling back into her seat, twirling the pen between her fingers like a victory trophy. Her eyes, however, sparkled with mischief, daring me to react.

Shizu didn't even glance at Haruko. Her fingers tightened briefly around my shaft in a possessive little squeeze as if to remind me who was really in control here.