Let's take a break

As the meeting dragged on, the tension beneath the table only thickened. Shizu and Haruko had settled into a rhythm now, their hands working in tandem with a practiced ease that was both maddening and impressive.

Shizu’s strokes remained slow and gentle, her fingers curling just enough to keep me on edge without pushing me over. Haruko, meanwhile, played the foil, her touch was more erratic, brushing and teasing in ways that contrasted Shizu’s steady control. It was a silent competition between them and my cock was the battlefield.

I had to focus on holding back the groan threatening to escape my lips because of the pleasure they’re bringing me.

My hands rested on the table, fingers tapping idly as if I were merely bored, though every nerve in my body was alight.

The club president’s voice had become nothing but background noise, his words about budget allocations and booth logistics fading away.