The phone kept shrieking.
Hina's eyes darted between the screen and my face. As if she couldn't choose.
"Just answer it," I said.
"Okay. But please stay silent," she whispered.
Why wouldn't I?
She swiped the screen.
Her right hand stayed clamped around my cock. Her left hand held the phone up, carefully angling the camera so only her face and the neutral white wall behind her were visible.
"Hi Mom," she said in a high and timid voice.
"Hello Hina. How are you? How is everything?" Her mother's voice was tinny through the speaker. It was a voice from another world. From a different life. The life with no money, no ring lights, and no naked men. Well, one naked man. Me.
This naked man should be enough.
"Everything is fine, mom," Hina said. She looked at me just above the rim of the phone.
Slowly, she began to stroke my cock with her right hand.
Her grip was tight. She was watching my expression closely. I assumed it was to make sure I didn't make a sound. Or that I was satisfied with her stroking?
"Just waiting for you to get back," Hina added.
"I'm glad to hear you're both fine. Where is your sister?"
Hina's hand faltered for a second, then resumed the rhythm. "Aya? Uhm... she's at work. She's not here right now."
"Okay, well, say hi to her for me. Are you eating on time? You sound a little tired."
"Yes, Mom. We're eating well. We're taking care of each other."
Hina's thumb brushed over the tip of my cock. It hit the spot. I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping.
Wait. Was that a smirk?
I thought the corners of Hina's mouth twitched when she saw my reaction. If they did, it was only for a lightning-fast second. Because she was instantly back to the timid and bored self.
"Okay, I just wanted to see how the two of you were doing," her mother said. "By the way. I'll come back one day early. There were cheaper tickets for Sunday, so I'll be home Sunday afternoon."
Hina's hand stopped. Her eyes went wide.
"Ah... okay..."
"I'll see you then. Love you, Hina."
"Love you too, Mom."
The call disconnected. Hina let the phone drop onto the mattress. She didn't let go of me.
"Mom's coming one day early," she repeated. Shocked. "Sunday afternoon. Aya's going to be very upset. I think she had the whole schedule in mind..."
I looked at her. Her face was flushed. Her lips were insanely cute.
"What about you?" I asked.
"Me?"
"Yes. Are you going to be upset?"
Hina turned a violent red. "I— I—"
I put a hand on her shoulder.
God, her skin is so soft…
"That's okay," I said, trying hard to stay cool. I didn't need to worry about staying hard. Her little hand had made sure of it. "Let's just get back to our lesson. We don't have time to lose now. Sunday is right around the corner."
Hina looked at the door, then back at me.
She nodded.
Her hesitation had evaporated, and a new kind of focus appeared in her eyes.
She went back to licking. I could tell she was trying to master the pressure and strokes. Her tongue worked with more dedication.
"Flick the skin," I coached her. I pointed to the sensitive area just below the tip. "Right there on the outside. It's especially sensitive."
"Like this?"
She did it. She found the spot and flicked it a few times so firmly that she made me groan. I couldn't stop it.
Satisfaction flashed in her eyes.
I wish I could give her more lessons.
"Very good," I said, straining. "Now practice taking it in your mouth. Like you did before, but with sucking."
She hesitated, then opened her mouth.
I slid the tip inside again. "Now let your lips wrap around it. Keep mouth open."
Hina made a muffled sound.
"You're okay," I said, holding both of her cheeks with my hands. "That's how you take a cock in your mouth. Suck on it."
She slurped, and pulled out. She gasped for air.
So cute… such a newb…
"Don't hold your breath," I said, shaking my head. "That'll only make it harder. Breathe through your nose. Then even with your mouth full you can be completely comfortable."
She blinked a few times, swallowing hard.
"Do you understand?" I held her chin up with my hand. "You're more than halfway through the first practice."
"Okay," she cheered up.
"Try again."
She sucked on the tip of my cock. Loudly. Awkwardly.
"Good," I muttered. "Now keep sucking and try to take more in your mouth."
She pushed herself on my cock, but went too deep too fast. She pulled back, coughing, her eyes watering.
"That's okay," I told her. "Just try again. Breathe through your nose. If you enjoy it, it's going to be easier. Remember that milk pudding you like me to buy you? I know it just melts in your mouth. And you have the perfect mouth, Hina."
She smiled, and went back down.
This time, she did better.
"Just keep your teeth behind your lips," I instructed, feeling some prickling. "Good. Now keep stroking with your hand and move your head up and down at the same time. A little slower. Good."
She was a natural.
"As you go deeper, you have to practice to use your throat as well, but we'll get to that. Oohh," I breathed as she sucked and licked around the tip. "I'm ready to show you the ending."
Hina stopped, letting my cock pop out of her mouth.
There was still a bead of saliva on her lower lip.
"The viewers are there for the ending," I said, trying to concentrate on her eyes instead. "That's why it's called the money shot. Have you heard the expression?"
She shook her head.
A lie? Maybe?
"It's when the man cums. We already did it on your breasts and your face during the stream. The next level—as Aya said—is in your mouth."
Hina's eyelashes fluttered. Nervously. Or maybe excitedly.
It's doesn't matter anymore.
"So we'll practice that," I said. I can't fucking wait! "Remember, you have to swallow, but not right away. You should show the load to the camera first as proof."
She watched me, breathing hard.
"I'll make it easier for you this time," I said. "Just stick your tongue out. I'll cum on your tongue. Understand?"
Hina didn't reply.
She just gave another tiny nod and stuck her tongue out. Pink. Small. Obedient.