Hayashi-sensei's grip was too light, as if she had no idea if she should hold it tightly or not. But then, my cock twitched as more blood pumped into it. She raised her head and glared at as though she was about to scold for doing it.
"It's not , sensei. It's a natural reaction. Shouldn't you be aware of it?" I played the part of an innocent and mischievous student at the sa ti earning another click of her tongue.
As expected, she couldn't let herself admit not knowing about it. "Natural reaction, you say? This naughty… penis is making feel things."
Upon saying that, she lifted it, pointing the tip at her face. Given how I remained standing in front of her, my cock hovered close to her bountiful chest. If she just leaned in a bit, she'd be able to bury it between those soft mounds. A thought that sent another pulse of heat throughout my body.
"Feel things? What kind, sensei?" I asked again as her gaze shifted back to it. At this point, a bead of precum had started to pool at the tip, glistening under her bespectacled gaze.
Her fingers, still curled lightly around my shaft, trembled slightly, like she was caught between fascination and the urge to pull back. The flush on her face deepened as her lips parted, a silent debate playing out in her expression.
"You know exactly what I an, you shaless brat. Don't make spell it out."
I kept my grin in check, letting my tone stay gentle but teasing, not wanting to push her too far too fast. "I'm just curious, sensei. You're the one holding the evidence. Wanna tell what's going through that sharp mind of yours?"
Her eyes narrowed as she tightened her grip just a fraction, enough to make stifle a groan. She noticed, and a tiny, almost triumphant smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, like she'd just won a small victory.
"Tch. You're enjoying this too much," Upon saying that, she tugged at it, pulling my cock closer to her. The tip naturally pushed against her chest. The precum made it slide upwards smoothly until it was perfectly lodged in between her soft, bountiful mounds. She loosened her grip around it to squeeze her chest together. The soft pressure of her breasts squeezing around my length sent a rush of heat through my body.
To help her with this endeavour, I reached for her loosened bra, pulling it off of her completely. As for her blouse and lab coat that had already slipped down to her elbows, I gently undid the remaining buttons to prevent it from constricting her movents.
I noticed her gaping, part shocked and part embarrassed for doing that but with her attention now focused on my cock between her breasts, that was forgotten quickly.
Hayashi-sensei looked up at again, possibly checking on my current expression. Once convinced that I was just as embarrassed as her, she pressed her breasts closer together, tightening the grip around . The slickness of my precum makes the motion smoother.
"Sensei… Do you know what you're doing?"
Her lips twitched into that familiar half-smirk, the one that told she was still trying to hold onto her authority, even as her body betrayed her. "I do. Don't you like this, shaless brat? You're the one who started this, Onoda-kun. Don't act like you're innocent. You got so engrossed sucking on as if I were your mother breastfeeding you. Now, endure being squeezed by ."
With that, she began moving. Stroking my cock between her soft breasts, Hayashi-sensei focused on watching as the tip seemingly popped in and out of her cleavage. I could feel her hot breath every ti the tip would appear.
Her movents were slow at first, as if she was still wrapping her head around the fact that she was doing this but as my cock continued to heat up, her movents beca bolder.
At one point, she stuck her tongue out, brushing against the tip as it appeared. I couldn't help but drop my hand on top of her head, gently guiding her in what she's about to do.
As the movent of her hands slowed down, I thrust my hips upward, pushing the tip past her outstretched tongue and into her lips.
The sudden warmth and softness of Hayashi-sensei's mouth enveloped the tip, sending a jolt of pleasure through that I had to fight to keep in check.
Her eyes widened briefly but she didn't pull away. Instead, her lips clasped tightly around it as her tongue flicked experintally against the sensitive tip, drawing a low groan from .
After that, her hands, which were still pressing her breasts together, started moving again, maintaining a steady rhythm of squeezing my length between the plush softness. At the sa ti, her lips and tongue worked with hesitant curiosity.
Her movents were a little clumsy but laced with the sa stubborn determination she showed .
My body couldn't help but quiver from the sensation. Not to ntion, watching her do this for from above got even more excited.
"Sensei," I leaned down slightly as I teasingly whispered with a hint of genuine warmth to keep her at ease. "You're full of surprises, sensei. I didn't think you'd go this far to… level the playing field."
With her lips still wrapped around the tip, Hayashi-sensei t my gaze.
The sight of her, usually so composed and authoritative, now caught in this mont of vulnerability and boldness, was enough to make my head spin. Her tongue gave another tentative swirl, and I bit back another groan, my hand gently resting on her head, fingers threading through her hair without pushing her.
She then popped my cock out montarily just enough to speak, "Tch, don't get cocky, Onoda-kun. This is… just proving I'm not outdone by a shaless brat like you."
Her words were sharp, but the way her lips twitched into a reluctant smirk betrayed her attempt at control.
"I know. But what will you do now? I think I'm close, sensei."
She didn't answer right away, but her lips stayed locked around , her head started bobbing up and down with more confidence now as she took in more of . Her hands pressed her breasts tighter, the slick friction driving wild. She wasn't backing down. She was too stubborn for that.
And so, in response, I continued guiding her while occasionally letting her catch her breath, I would cup her cheek, caressing her. Hayashi-sensei would then pause from sucking and look up as if daring to kiss her.
Who am I to deny her that?
I would always bend down to give her an intimate one, enough to make her more eager and satisfied.
This situation had already escalated too much that after days of just intimately massaging her, we ended up doing things up to this point.
However, as much as I wanted to return the favor to her, Hayashi-sensei wouldn't let reach down.
Either she wanted to see reach my climax first, or she's doing that to establish the fact that she's still in full control of our situation.
Minutes later, the pressure started building up within the tip of my cock. My cum had already accumulated long enough that holding it in was becoming next to impossible.
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