After the shared intimacy of the previous night, any trace of awkwardness between Seimi Asai and Hitomi Kujo had completely vanished. It's hard to remain strangers when you've been impaled by the same rod and spent hours grinding against each other's sweaty skin.
Familiarity aside, Seimi's loyalty and focus remained solely on Yuu Hoshimiya. Chewing quickly to swallow her bread, Seimi caught Hitomi's resentful gaze and offered a small, apologetic smile before moving to sample the steaming "hot dog" in front of her. It was the massive, throbbing shaft that Hitomi had just meticulously cleaned, now glistening and looking utterly appetizing.
Hitomi felt a twinge of regret. Her attempt to tease Yuu had backfired, leaving her high and dry while Seimi reaped the rewards. She was a little annoyed that Yuu didn't seem to pity her state. Everything of ours has been taken by him, she thought, would it kill him to let us be 'on top' for once?
Yuu didn't mind being on the bottom physically, but he refused to surrender the psychological lead. If Hitomi wanted him to beg for it, she was still far too green. Only a coordinated effort from Serena and the others might stand a chance.
Seimi's flat cheeks soon puffed out again. This time, they weren't filled with soft, sweet bread, but with a hot, hard length of meat. She didn't care about the power struggle between Hitomi and Yuu; she only knew that Yuu needed her, and she would serve him with everything she had. To heighten the mood, she slipped out of her loose loungewear. Her pale, lithe body caused Yuu's cock to jump and throb even harder in front of her face.
Truth be told, a naked body was sometimes less erotic than a strategically dressed one, but having a provocatively dressed Hitomi watching resentfully from the sidelines added a delicious layer of voyeurism. As he felt himself sliding into Seimi's warm, wet mouth, Yuu shot Hitomi a provocative, triumphant smirk. Nice try, kid. You're not beating me yet.
Infuriated, Hitomi channeled her frustration into finishing her breakfast at lightning speed so she could join the fray. The stress of the previous night had been released, but after a good rest, her body seemed even more insatiable. Why else would she have put on such a slutty outfit first thing in the morning?
Under Hitomi's watchful eyes, Seimi took the massive hot dog—the one Hitomi had just washed—and buried her face in it, slowly swallowing it down. Yuu leaned back, enjoying the tight suction of Seimi's throat. The intense pleasure made his throat dry; he grabbed a glass of milk from the nightstand and drained it. He'd be providing plenty of "fresh milk" shortly, so it was only right to replenish his fluids.
The hot dog was too thick to take all at once, the head rubbing against her lips as she took it as deep as she could. Seimi's cheeks bulged, and the friction of the soft inner flesh of the doctor's mouth made Yuu let out a ragged breath. At first, Seimi only tasted the searing heat, but as she went deeper, the dragon began to leak its pre-cum, and Yuu's musk dominated her senses.
Once she caught the scent, Seimi's strategy shifted from passive swallowing to active pulling. Yuu groaned as her head bobbed up and down, the massive length filling her oral cavity completely and creating a tight vacuum. The sheer size of the object forced Seimi's saliva to overflow, thick strands of spit dripping from the corners of her mouth and down Yuu's shaft. Every inch that Hitomi had missed during the initial cleaning was now being thoroughly drenched in Seimi's hot juices, washing the dragon until it shone.
Though her body was relaxed on the bed, Seimi's jaw was starting to ache. She decided to simply take the hot dog as deep as possible and hold it there, focusing on intense suction. Sucking and gulping sounds filled the room as her own saliva, flavored with Yuu, flowed down her throat.
Yuu's temperature was rising. As the "meal" progressed, his musk became more concentrated. Seimi's pink tongue pressed firmly against the underside of the shaft, licking upward slowly and deliberately. While the shaft itself was less sensitive than the tip, her effort gave Yuu an exquisite experience. Her tongue moved so slowly that he could feel every individual taste bud scraping against his skin like a soft, wet file.
The iron-hard corpora cavernosa twitched under the vacuum pressure, but the skin was dragged upward by Seimi's tongue, bunching up in wet, sensitive folds near the head. The ripples of pleasure were like waves on a pond, leaving a tingling, damp heat in their wake. As the tongue approached the tip, the pleasure intensified, and Yuu let out several muffled groans.
Seimi knew exactly what she was doing. She purposely slowed her pace even more as she reached the sensitive upper rim, teasing him. No matter how mature a woman is, she can't help but be a little playful and sadistic when it comes to the man she loves.
As her tongue reached the frenulum—the most sensitive part—Seimi felt her own body react. The sheer concentration of male pheromones at the corona of the glans made her feel like she had just downed a shot of high-proof whiskey. The taste of Yuu took over her senses, a drunken, numbing pleasure spreading from her tongue to her entire body, making her tremble.
Her tongue flicked into the groove of the corona, her bobbing movements turning into frantic sucking. Seimi, losing control before Yuu did, began to scavenge the area. She felt her tongue swirl around something small and grainy—Could it be buildup in the groove? The thought both shocked her and made her wet with shame; she'd never encountered such a thing with him before. Then she realized it was just a stray breadcrumb from her own breakfast.
Mocking her own stray thoughts, she redoubled her efforts. After several minutes of intense attention, Yuu's shaft began to quiver. The familiar pulsing told both of them that the end was near. Their heart rates spiked in unison.
With Seimi's tongue, lips, and light pressure from her teeth working together, Yuu reached his limit. He gently pushed Seimi's forehead, signaling that he wanted to finish outside. Seimi was momentarily confused, but Hitomi, who had crawled over to watch, understood perfectly.
Yuu wanted to punish Hitomi for her earlier teasing, but to the gymnast, this "punishment" was the ultimate reward.
As Yuu pulled out, a long, silver strand of saliva connected him to Seimi's mouth. He quickly adjusted his aim, pointing his loaded "machine gun" directly at Hitomi's face. Being stared down by a barrel like that might have scared most girls, but the Black Organization recruit just smirked.
To the shock of both Yuu and Seimi, Hitomi threw up a peace sign, half-closed her eyes in a seductive wink, and stuck out her tongue, ready to welcome the spray.
Her brazen, slutty behavior was the final trigger.