Watching their tongues intertwine, Misho only got aroused.
That was the truth.
Maybe if it was a man doing that, Misho would feel like his pride was getting trampled on, but she was another girl, another woman. It did nothing but excite Misho.
Several minutes passed, Misho kept watching them. He was extremely hard with no way to release his pent up energy.
They separated and a string of saliva connected their lips. Pear breathed roughly as if that kiss had taken all of the oxygen in her body.
"Was it a good show?" Clamity asked Misho. She placed a finger on her lip in a seductive posture.
"I'm so hard," Misho replied with a light smile.
"Hehehehe. Did you hear that? He got hard, he said." She spoke to Pear.
"He's not the type to push a girl like me down," Pear chuckled and cast a sidelong glance at Misho.
"I can teach him for you."
The girl, Clamity, stood up and walked over to Misho. She licked her lips and stopped an inch from his face.
