Stealing a moment inside a clubroom (3) *

Ryouko-san looked up at me and the sight of her kneeling, her cheeks hollowed slightly as she worked me with an almost reverent focus, was enough to make my breath hitch. The way her lips glided across my length and the way her tongue swirled around the tip were calculated to drive me wild. The heat within her mouth was a perfect blend of softness and pressure that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Her free hand rested on my thigh, fingers digging into my skin as if anchoring herself while the other continued its steady rhythm at the base of my cock. The alternating sensation from the warmth of her mouth and the cool air of the clubroom heightened every sensation.

“Ryouko-san,” I managed to call out to her as my fingers tread through her hair, “You’ve turned the tables again...”

She giggled in response but didn’t stop what she was doing. Her pace remained steady and confident, as if she knew exactly how close she was pushing me.