Paizuri

Author's Note: a semi-sequel to a fic that uni wrote for me!

Pants fell from Jacq's mouth as Paloma worked his shaft. It was still early on in their relationship. Well, the physical aspect anyway. They had been sort of dating for months. It was the kind of relationship that was unbearable if you were on the outside looking in, if only because you were tired of watching the same song and dance. Having lived through it himself now, he was only embarrassed that it took him so long to notice the Literature teacher in that light. 

Needless to say, he was not used to this sort of attention. He wasn't a virgin. Grad school parties took care of that for him years ago. He still felt like one though from how long it had been.

His hands gripped the arm rests of her comfy if incredibly tacky arm chair. A shuddering breath escaped him. Pleasure zapped up and down his formerly long neglected cock. His mouth was dry and sticky. Sweat rolled down his face and fogged up his glasses. His hips snapped forward and forced himself deeper into Paloma's surprisingly generous cleavage before popping out from the tops. The tip of his cock smacked against her chin. "Ah, sorry, sorry, sorry!"

Paloma let out a noise that could only be described as a squawk that echoed across her tiny apartment. Then, she burst into giggles. "It's alright, just… relax," she whispered before kissing the very tip of him. "Am I doing a good job?"

Jacq huffed before slumping in the chair. His toes curled tightly in his loose sandals. "Of… of course… please. Please keep going."

The way she smiled at him made his heart pang. His heart throbbed as he took in the sight of his girlfriend. Her sweaty golden brown skin sparkled in the orange glow of the sunset that poured in through her dirty windows. The glittering of her brown eyes and her pretty lips that were parted in a pant also caught his attention. Of course, he was also interested in her heavy breasts wrapped around his throbbing cock. Her dusky nipples were stiff despite the lack of stimulation and warmth of the room. The memory of teasing them in the supply closet, even if unintentional at the time, made him twitch. Precum dribbled down his shaft and made everything slick and slippery. Hesitantly, he reached a hand out to squeeze her flesh. Her nipple bit into his palm. He swallowed. His fingers ran along her breast before reading her nipple and giving it a tug.

Paloma hissed in pleasure, encouraging him to do it again. He tugged a bit harder again and again. Each pinch and pull on the sensitive bud made her whimper and cry out but she never stopped moving.

Her breasts squished and wobbled with each stroke and bounce she gave him. It was entrancing. Jacq felt like a gleeful pervert as he drank in the sights and sensations. It felt good. Embarrassingly good. Shuddering breaths dripped from his gaping mouth and floated in the air. He wasn't going to last. He wanted to. He oh-so-desperately wanted to just so he could continue to drown in this sensation. Unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end.

Thick, hot cum rushed up his shaft and splattered across her breasts. The milky white contrasted against the rich brown of her skin. It was like painting a picture. A picture that Hassel would disapprove of. Shudders wracked his body as pleasure zapped through his system. More cum shot out from his cock in smaller loads before dribbling to nothing. Panting, Jacq let himself go limp in the tackiest chair he had ever seen.

"So…" Paloma began. "Do you think a scene like this would be good for my book?"

Shakily, Jacq gave her a thumbs up.