Ten Minutes aren't enough (2) *

With the air heavy with the mingling scents of dust, sweat and our raw desire, the storage room felt like a pressure cooker.

Haruko’s lips slid along my cock with a fervor that bordered on worship, her tongue swirling expertly around the tip before taking me in deeper, enough to reach her throat. She tightened it up momentarily before pulling back and doing it normally. Still the sensation was enough to make my knees buckle slightly.

Perhaps if not for Shizu and Komoe taking turns with my lips, I would’ve moaned out from the pleasure.

Really, she’s not holding back at all as if she wanted to make me cum before handing me over to the other two. Every wet, deliberate motion was like a challenge, daring me to break under her skillful assault.

Her hands gripping my thighs moved to my ass, anchoring herself as she worked me over with unrestrained enthusiasm.