movements down below became just as fast as his heartbeat. trembling hands gripping that foreign to his touch much harder and massaging it a little as well. did girls like this? he didn’t know because he never got to try it on his ex. pulling and pushing her back on his dick faster and harder like some intense cheese grater. cheese grater? his mind was far gone and his underwear felt moist as well as his stomach tightening like his balls. “co- coming, mi — haa — miho, i’m coming!” voice strangled as he grunted and closed his eyes as he released his seed into his pants and boxers. all coming out in thick spurts and gradually dampening his clothes. panting, hisao’s skin was redder than ever, but at least the tremors had stopped. mostly because he felt like jelly. mind hazy and vision just as messy, the male’s lips were trembling. what had they just done? friends don’t do this.
oh right.
they were friends.
raising his arms up, hisao pressed both hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back to signal for her to move. “i have to.. clean myself.”
she feels it. the pulsation underneath her wet heat. the dampening of cloth pressed against her own, damp panties. her fingertips clutch a little tighter onto his shoulders. hot. it was very hot. the heat between her legs pulsated. hot. so very hot. so ----- that’s. that’s what it felt like. to. to cum against someone ? weird. her thoughts went very . . . down south, afterwards. imagining what it would be like to have him inside of her. to ------ no. that was, probably, too far. this. what they’ve done. was probably too far. but.
she swallows, eyes dropping down to where their bodies connected ( only blocked from skin to skin contact due to their clothes ). as she’s pushed back, she wiggles off & lets her hands fall to his, now, damp crotch.
‘ i’ll help. ‘ what does that. what does that mean miho. she looks to hisao, then drops her gaze down to his crotch where she indiscreetly licks her lips. oh. oh that’s what she meant.
