The desk rattled from the proximity and force of the bounces, a stack of blank papers slid off the edge and fluttered down into the puddle.
PLOP! PLOP!! PLOP!!!
A coffee mug tipped over with a clunk and spilled the cold brew across the floor to mix with the spit and pussy juice in a swirling mess.
But they didn't stop. The titfucking went on for a while longer, and every time Renji thought he was about to give up and burst it, Haruka would slow down and then pick up pace, letting his cum build and relapse.
The teasing was almost as worse as holding back the cum.
At this point, Haruka's pussy was leaking uncontrollably, horny juices were pouring in thick rivulets down her thighs.
Most of it dripped down to the already wet floor, others rolled down into her stockings, soaking it completely in lust.
It made the room ooze in the strong scent of nasty sex. And that scent was like fuel for them, because the more it filled their senses, the higher their arousal rose.
