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 reerging from under the table with the pen in hand as if nothing had happened. She flashed 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 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 who was really in control here.
Her strokes remained slow and sensual with her thumb brushing over the tip in a way that made my breath short despite my best effort.
She kept her gaze fixed on the clipboard, her lips pursed in that focused, no-nonsense way she always had during these etings.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was completely absorbed in the club president’s rambling. But the steady pressure of her hand told a different story.
I shifted slightly in my seat, trying to ease the growing heat coiling in my lower body. The room may not be too crowded but there’s a proper distribution of people.
There was Komoe on the right handing out papers from the current club president to our front, Minami Shouko reviewing applications near the door, and the club president talking about their booth placents.
Yet here I was, caught between my two girls who seed determined to push to my limits without batting an eye.
Haruko leaned closer, her shoulder brushing mine as she rested her chin in her hand, feigning boredom.
“You’re awfully quiet, hubby,” She whispered under her breath, just loud enough for to hear. Her fingers returned to my thigh, tracing lazy patterns that crept dangerously close to where Shizu’s hand was still working over. “Not getting distracted, are you?”
I shot both of them a sidelong glance, “You two, you’re playing a dangerous ga.”
Haruko delightfully showed a toothy grin, “Oh, I know. That’s why it’s fun, hubby. Besides, I did so quickly. We won’t get caught.”
At Haruko’s answer, Shizu’s grip tightened again, a silent reprimand for engaging with Haruko instead of her.
Her strokes picked up the faintest bit of speed, enough to make my pulse jump. The way her fingers curled with purpose was like sending a ssage.
Then with raised eyebrows, she sohow decided to do the sa thing.
Interrupting the club president at the other end of the table, she ‘accidentally’ dropped the clipboard she was just holding, giving her the excuse of bending and sliding down to retrieve it.
Unlike Haruko’s quick, teasing approach. Shizu took her ti. Her fingers lingered on my thigh as she lowered herself beneath the table.
Her breath brushed against my exposed erection before her lips followed.
Shizu didn’t just tease it, she claid. Her warm and wet mouth enveloped fully as her tongue swirled slowly around the tip before sliding down further. It was a deliberate possessive act and the sensation was overwhelming.
I clasped my hands tighter as I fought to keep my breathing steady.
The club president was still talking, oblivious to the storm brewing beneath the surface of the table.
My eyes darted briefly to Minami Shouko, who had paused from going through the pile of applications. Her sharp gaze caught mine and clearly, she didn’t miss a thing.
Her lips pressed into a thin line and I could practically hear the exasperated “pervert” echoing in her mind again.
But there was sothing else in her expression too. A flicker of curiosity, maybe even a hint of heat, before she turned away with a huff, busying herself with the applications.
Shizu, who got her fill, erged a mont later, her expression as composed as ever. The clipboard she ‘picked up’ acting like a trophy.
She set it down with a soft clack as she used my tie to reclaim her spot beside .
“Clumsy today,” Sticking out her tongue slightly, Shizu said that in a perfectly neutral voice. However, a faint smirk tugged at her lips which anyone could catch if they paid close attention.
Haruko snickered softly, leaning closer to as she whispered, “You’re doing well, hubby. Not even a flinch.”
I glanced down at my glistening cock, throbbing from the blood that kept on getting pumped into it. These two… are they just going to leave like this?
I exhaled slowly, my fingers flexing slightly on the table as I fought to keep my voice steady.
“You two are relentless. Is this so kind of revenge or sothing?”
Haruko’s grin widened as her eyes glinted with amusent “Revenge? You know we’re not like that, hubby. Can’t we just miss you? Now that you’re here. We can concentrate better on our work.”
Concentrate better? By taking turns sucking on ? When did my girls start living on the edge? Or is this my influence?
Haruko’s fingers danced along my thigh again before eventually wrapping around the base of my cock.
anwhile, Shizu adjusted her clipboard with an air of finality as if she hadn’t just unraveled beneath the table.
Her hand returned just the sa, squeezing and stroking possessively even if her fingers beca a little slimy from their work.
“You should be thanking us,” She said with a tone laced with subtle challenge. “We’re keeping you awake for this boring eting.”
“Boring?” I raised an eyebrow. My voice was dry despite the heat coursing through . “I think you’ve redefined the word.”
I wryly smiled as the pleasure from both of their hands continued to course throughout my body.
The club president at the far end of the table paused mid-sentence, glancing over at us with a faintly puzzled expression. “Uh… is everything alright over there?”
Shizu didn’t miss a beat.
“Perfectly fine,” She replied smoothly, her voice crisp and authoritative. “Just discussing so… logistical details. Please continue.”
He nodded hesitantly, then launched back into his explanation about booth placents, oblivious to the tension simring on our side of the room.
I shot Shizu a look, but she only returned it with a faint, smug curve of her lips. Haruko stifled a laugh as she pressed her shoulder against mine again. “She’s good, isn’t she? So, which Student Council President do you prefer?”
Did she really have to ask that? Back when she was the president, we rarely did sothing as risky as this.
But well, there were tis when she’d just reach for my cock like this. But those were controlled environnts and there’s no one she’s competing with.
Now, however, they seed to be trying to best each other at how much they could tease before I lost control.
“Too good,” I muttered, shifting slightly in my seat. My cock, still exposed and aching beneath the table, throbbed in protest at being left unattended after their combined assault.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep up this facade of calm.
Across the room, Minami Shouko’s eyes shifted toward again. She’d resud flipping through the applications but her movents were stiffer now, her posture betraying her awareness of the situation. Every so often, her gaze darted over, sharp and accusing, though the faintest flush on her cheeks suggested she wasn’t entirely unaffected.
Komoe, thankfully, remained blissfully unaware, humming softly to herself as she liked her current role. But if she knew what was happening, I doubt she’d continue being that calm… She’ll join the two in trying to get a piece of in the middle of this committee work.
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