In the infirmary, Hiratsuka Shizuka was thoroughly kissed no ravaged by her student.
The kisses left her mouth numb, her tongue twitching slightly, and saliva dribbling down her chin, tracing a path along her collarbone and chest before disappearing somewhere unknown.
She was so thoroughly kissed that her mouth watered uncontrollably, her mind completely blank.
She couldn't pinpoint when she had entered this state of complete mental surrender, abandoning all thought. Her mind was a void, focused solely on the soft, swirling sensation in her mouth.
Even when she was gasping for breath, she didn't want to stop. No she couldn't stop now. This sensation this feeling it's surreal.
At some point, Hiratsuka Shizuka and Roland had moved to the edge of the bed, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
It was a pity they were still fully clothed, their naked bodies were not fully pressed together. Otherwise, this would have been the most comfortable position for... you know.
