Haruhi tsukigata kasetle bağlıyken iş arkadaşı bir komatsu boş ofiste dilini tasma gibi tutuyor

She nodded obediently, opened her mouth, and let An drool onto her waiting tongue. The office is empty. Haruhi stretches, relaxing after a long day. Until An walks in... Tape wraps her to the chair before she reacts. Then the tongue. An grips it like a leash. Their tongues rub — wet, slow, intimate. Then a soaked kiss. An sucks Haruhi's tongue like she owns it. Drool hangs from her lips, drips in strings into Haruhi's waiting mouth. An swallows, then licks up Haruhi's face — from lips to nose, flat tongue sealing nostrils. She wraps her lips around the tip and sucks. Haruhi stays still. Just one little watch. It won't take long, and then you can go back to work. But you know it won't be just one watch... it never is. Because wet tongues, open mouths, strings of drool dripping... tongue pressed against tongue, cool, wet spit against warm skin... Still here? Still reading? No... by now you're already watching with your hand down your pants, aren't you. (250203_10)