Tomiko also noticed my action, but didn't think much of it. Her mind was already consumed, lost in a storm of thoughts that had been brewing since the moment she'd woken up that morning—since the moment she'd tasted me on her lips and felt the weight of her own desire.
Yuko, still flushed with embarrassment, let go of my cock in a hurry, her eyes darting away as if she couldn't bear to face what she'd just done. But Tomiko barely registered it. She was too lost in her own world, her own shame, her own hunger.
Tomiko's thoughts rang in my mind, a chaotic symphony of longing, guilt, and need:
[Tomiko… don't think about it… Stop it… You can't do that… But… I… Why can't I control myself when I see Jack? Why does my body react like this? My pussy is still throbbing from this morning… I can still taste him… feel him… Why does the memory of his cock in my mouth make me so wet…?]
