With the rationality flying off of Hina’s head, the girl put her focus on my pulsating length rather than replying to the distressed Kazuha-nee. Her hand began doing its work, meticulously stroking the entirety of my length as if she was handling a piece of art. The same as earlier in their clubroom, she’s doing her utmost to draw out natural reactions from me.
From the electrifying sensation brought by her hands that felt like she was trying to mold it to its perfection within her palm, it became hopeless to hold back for the sake of the flustered woman stuck to my side. In less than a few seconds, my blood relentlessly surged down there, making it twitch and swell bigger momentarily. Whenever that happened, Hina would tighten her grip before using her thumb to press on the tip.
With how sensitive it was, the pleasure became something unbearable. And that resulted in my arm tightening around them, pressing them even closer to me.