Sekkusu & danjon! ! ~ Wagaya no chika ni, H kaisū = reberu no danjon ga shutsugen shita

"Mmm..."

after-school classroom.

Fuyushima-san, who drank all the semen out of the first ejaculation, stroked his throat and blushed a little.

Apparently, he got caught in the throat and it's disgusting.

I feel a lot thicker even with me, so I'm comfortable with that look.

But Fuyushima-san immediately stopped and looked at me.

"... don't you want to leave again?

Without a little shame, Mr. Winter Island urges me to ejaculate next.

He still wasn't satisfied with a single fine drink because the "thirst extract” gave him 20 milliliters to drink.

My hand is gripping my meat stick again and I'm getting a tender hand job to see how it goes.

I deliberately made such a troubled laugh at Mr. Winter Island.

I can ejaculate enough twice in a row if Mr. Fuyushima can give me a hand job.

But it's boring to play the same again.

If I were to do it, even more radical acts would be good.

"I was so refreshed earlier, it might be hard to get out next"

"... yes. How do I get out?

In response to my words, Mr. Hiroshima immediately returned the question.

Cool but aggressive attitude.

I answer that question while hiding my inner excitement.

"I think if you could shave me, I'd leave. And maybe it would be better if Mr. Winter Island would get naked."

…………

In response to my request, Mr. Winter Island stops moving.

The demands were too drastic, and there was an ”extract of thirst," and reason must have made a stop.

I went on to say more to Mr. Winter Island like that.

"And then I guess I'll leave sooner if I can touch you. But the best part is insertion. It's got to be pretty easy."

While joking a little, I suggest to the production.

I don't know how much you'll forgive me, but as far as I'm concerned, I want to fuck you if I can.

Fuyushima-san seems to have no expression when he hears any words, and if you just say it, it's free, so I said it.

…………

Mr. Fuyushima releases his hand, which was holding the meat stick, and puts it against his jaw to think.

My gaze remains fixed in my groin.

I guess you're worried about how far you'll follow my desire to drink semen.

And after about thirty seconds, Mr. Fuyushima's mouth moved...

"I don't like being touched. You can't even let him in."

... a slightly unexpected conclusion.

Apparently, Fuyushima chose to take care of her body over getting her sober drinks done quickly.

I haven't been shy at all before, and I was wondering if I might have a lower hurdle when it comes to sexual activity...

But Fuyushima-san has no emotions on his face, but he keeps saying.

"But it's okay to shave. I think you're okay naked."

"Oh, I can do that."

An unexpected position of compromise leads me to an unexpected surprise.

I thought you went in the direction of protecting your chastity, it's OK to take off your clothes.

He doesn't have a problem playing fera.

The enforceability of the "extract of thirst” may be something that allows up to that point.

"Instead, let it out quickly"

"Wow, okay."

"... then wait a minute"

Fuyushima says so, hands on the button in the uniform.

And I took it off without hesitation.

Mr. Fuyushima keeps stripping and his white and beautiful skin gradually becomes exposed to the air.

(That looks like very expensive underwear......... but my breasts are still small)

I hold that sentiment when I see a dewy bra.

The color of Fuyushima's underwear is pure white.

Plenty of lace and embroidery, and at first glance I can tell it's a luxury one.

But the breasts it protects are pathetically under-volume, and probably no B.

Could it have been done with less cloth area? Is it costing money for decoration?

I've heard stories about a lot of cuter things with smaller sizes, and I'm not kidding, maybe the prediction fits.

Mr. Fuyushima has no reason to know what I think or anything like that, and he puts his hands on his skirt without even worrying about his gaze as it is.

And it immediately fell on the floor with a parsley.

The dewy shorts are still luxurious looking white matching the bra.

"... you want me to take my underwear off too?

"Huh! That's right"

"Okay."

When I give the momentum, Mr. Hiroshima nods and turns his hand around his back.

No shame was seen at all, the cup floated as it was and one shoulder strap came off.

"... n"

At the same time as the slight exhalation leaks from Mr. Fuyushima's mouth, the brassiere is completely removed.

I ran out of disturbing cloths and all of my little breasts were dewy.

(Wow...)

I accidentally swallow my spit in the sight in front of me.

Winter Island's breasts are completely visible.

That's really small, enough to finally tell it's swollen.

He looked a bit like he had when he was wearing a bra, but apparently he was deluded by the thickness of the cloth.

And the nipples in the left and right centers of that swelling are also small and adorable to match.

Some of them are bright pink, like wild strawberries on white slabs.

…………

You don't care about my gaze, Mr. Fuyushima doesn't hide his chest at all.

On the contrary, this time he puts his hands on his hips and, without hesitation, shrugs down his shorts.

The last cloth was removed and Mr. Fuyushima's most important place was exposed in front of me.

…… Is that... shaving...?

"I just can't grow"

"Seriously......"

Coming out from under the shorts, Mr. Winter Island's secret office.

There was no bush there to be found.

Besides, according to Fuyushima, that didn't happen on its own, it's natural and that's what's happened.

I'm out of line, I just see Hiroshima-san's secret.

I had nothing to hide, so I could see the back of it, and I could totally observe Suzi.

"Do you think I can get it out now?

"Whoa, whoa, that's perfect."

Return to ha-ha-sanity with Mr. Fuyushima's voice.

I was staring at him unexpectedly.

But Fuyushima-san doesn't seem to have any particular emotions when he's seen, and he kneels at my feet without worrying.

And again, he grabbed my meat stick.

"What are you going to do?

"Er... use your tongue, go in and out of your jiffy... inhale?

"Okay."

Hiroshima nods honestly, although it was a terribly vague instruction.

I'm new to Ferratio, too, so I can't teach you much technology.

But Fuyushima-san was convinced, and he kept my meat stick in his mouth.

"Mm-hmm... Mm-hmm."

"Huh!!

My face peeps unexpectedly.

In the warm mouth.

So Fuyushima-san's tongue is rumbling around and licking the meat stick around in a mess.

Fuyushima-san didn't even look at me, and he started going straight up and down his head.

"Nju, jju, jju, jju..."

"Ooh......!?

Mr. Winter Island makes a nasty noise and shakes his head.

I can see that the cheeks are squishy and the inhalation is going well.

It's a fine vacuum fella.

I let Mr. Fuyushima leak a groan and jump a meat stick at such blame.

I've never been mouthed before, but it feels so good.

The lips tighten the rod hard, and in the mouth the mucous membrane and tongue feel are gently intertwined.

I can't move much, but I think I can even ejaculate enough.

And there's more visual pleasure than there is when your hands are tight.

If you look down, there's Mr. Winter Island burying his face in my groin naked.

Where the meat bars are angularly in and out, you can't see them hidden with your head, but instead you can watch all the beautiful white skin from back to butt.

Her breasts were small and her pubic hair was not growing, but her buttocks were also small and immature.

A relatively tall Mr. Winter Island, but apparently female growth has lagged considerably behind.

"Ju, n, zu, ju, mmm...!

"Fuyushima, it's good......"

I'll do a hand on Mr. Winter Island's head and stroke him to help him exercise up and down.

But Mr. Fuyushima doesn't react to it in any way, he just keeps his diligent fellatio going.

Anyway, they're only focusing on releasing semen.

"Ngu, Juru, Ngu, Ngu...!

Gentle yet irritating pleasure brought to the meat bars.

The hunch of release grows, and I leave myself to it to make my way up the stairs to the limit.

And with the swollen desire, I let one hand touch Mr. Winter Island's shoulder.

He said he didn't like to be touched, but if it was about his shoulder, he might forgive me.

"Juju, mmm, chu, gu...!

After all, is it OK if it's to the point of being touched on the shoulder, Mr. Fuyushima's fella won't stop.

I feel safe with it and try to gently stroke my shoulders.

As it looks, it feels subtle.

Fuyushima-san's complexion is fine and pleasant to touch as if it were silk.

Best skin as a woman.

(One day I'll touch this skin more all I want......!

In nature and in my heart, I get a savage passion.

Now I touch my shoulders, so I do my best, but one day I want to stroke all the parts, both my chest and my cock.

Then insert the meat stick and turn it into your own onna.

At that time, you will surely have a sense of uninterrupted achievement and comfort.

"Ku......!

Imagine the day that would come one day, nature and pleasure amplified.

The semen is already fully charged, and it won't be long since it started, but it looks like it could be fired soon.

Mr. Fuyushima knows it or not, and he continues desperately to fellatio as he is.

I stroked Mr. Fuyushima's head with both hands again as I ran up the stairs for the best ejaculation.

"Keep it up, keep it up... Huh!

"Mm, mmm, mmm, mmm...!

Chirali and I look at this one, and then Mr. Winter Island makes the blame so intense that we can kick him out.

My mouth prompts ejaculation by clinging back and forth to the meat stick.

I didn't resist it and headed to the last moment with my hips slightly freaked out.

And finally, the meat bars reach their limits.

I held Hiroshima-san's head down, and I let the meat stick go as deep as I could.

"Grr, get out!!

Doku! Doku! Doku! Doku!

"Mm-hmm! Knock, knock, knock, knock!

Pleasant enough for my vision to blink.

Deep in Mr. Fuyushima's mouth, near his throat, the meat stick sputs semen vigorously.

Sounds like it was just painful. Mr. Fuyushima fluttered his hand, but at the same time he rattles his throat and swallows his desire.

Maybe I can't breathe if I don't.

Or is the desire for sophistication prevailing over bitterness?

I left myself to desire and spit everything out with pleasure as I held Mr. Fuyushima's head down.

Eventually the ejaculation will subside and I will finally free Mr. Fuyushima.

Fuyushima-san immediately spit out the meat stick and coughed up.

"Keho, keho, nymph..."

"Sorry, that was painful"

"Mmm... nothing, good. He let me out."

In response to my apology, Mr. Fuyushima nods like he doesn't particularly care.

Then he wiped his mouth with his hand, and immediately rose up and went to the place where he had undressed his underwear.

It's almost over, so maybe you want to get dressed fast.

"Phew..."

I sigh when I see my own meat stick with Mr. Fuyushima's saliva on it.

Both times, it felt very good.

The "thirst extract” has ten milliliters left, and we'll see if we can get Mr. Winter Island to do some fellatio again.

No, it's also ant to have other girls do it.

"Then I'll go home."

"... see you tomorrow"

Mr. Winter Island returns to his uniform and leaves the classroom as if nothing had happened.

Totally, it remains as cool as ever after it's over.

What kind of mental structure does this person really have?

I thought about it in a blurry way, soaking up the aftermath of one of them.