I stood up.
From this angle, Hina looked even smaller.
But extremely sexy. Now that I knew exactly what was hidden behind this oversized shirt, everything about her was sexy to me. The way her knees pressed against the carpet. The way her hips pressed together.
The perfect petite doll. And ready to swallow my cum!
First, I rubbed my cock over her tongue. I didn't push it into her mouth, just pressed it against her tongue, brushing her lips.
I was already very close.
"Here we go."
I started to jerk off with my hand while flicking the tip against her tongue. Some leftover oil made the friction easy and intense.
Hina knelt patiently, her tongue stretched like a fresh petal.
Waiting for the gift of rain.
"Don't forget to look at me," I reminded her.
She quickly raised her eyes. Without the ring light, her look was soft. Gentle. Inviting.
I felt like I saw the real expression of her eyes for the first time.
God, how did I not see how beautiful she is?
Dangerously beautiful.
Innocently waiting for my load.
Watching her, I felt my cock starting to pulse.
At this very moment, she leaned forward and licked the tip of my cock, her tongue swirling around the crown.
"Does this help?" she muttered.
It did. It was the last straw.
"Fuck!" I groaned, tensing.
My eyes throbbed as I started shooting onto her tongue. Thick, white ropes landed in middle; one went deeper into her mouth, and one hit her upper lip.
Hina didn't flinch. She stayed perfectly still, watching the explosions. Mesmerized.
And I?
I couldn't get enough of all of it. Of the sensation—and the visual of Hina receiving my load like she did. Decorated in my essence.
A dream girl…
"Squeeze the last drops," I hissed. My legs were shaking a little.
She quickly reached out with her fingers and pressed firmly. She squeezed what was still left in my cock onto her tongue.
"Good girl," I choked out.
She smiled slightly, letting a small bead of cum spill over the side and drop onto the floor.
"Keep it steady," I told her. "Don't spill anything. Can't waste it."
She straightened her tongue, holding the pose. She kept her eyes on mine. With a strange expression.
She looks a little proud.
I was proud too. I shot more than usual. Her tongue was fully covered in white liquid.
"Now swallow."
Hina closed her mouth. I watched her throat move as she gulped. I could see that she hadn't done it before. It wasn't easy for her. She grimaced after she swallowed.
"You make me feel really bad," I chuckled, sitting back down on the bed.
"Why?" she asked, about to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Wait. Not yet."
She paused, waiting.
"The way your face twisted just now. Don't forget to do exactly that on camera. But tell me, did you hate my taste that much?"
"Oh... no... I'm sorry," she said, batting her eyelashes. She touched my knee. In apology. "It's just... The texture is strange."
I gave her a smirk. "That bad?"
"No," she whispered. "Not bad…"
There was a stray bead of cum clinging to her chin. I picked it up with my index finger, and held it up in front of her face.
"Prove it?"
Hina didn't hesitate. She licked the cum off my finger, and swallowed it. This time, she kept her face neutral. I could still see the tension in her jaw—but she didn't show the effort.
"Good," I said. I touched her hair. "Now I feel better. But during this stream, make faces. That's the attraction of an inexperienced girl. The audience wants to see you struggle a bit."
"They'll like that?" she asked, tilting her head.
"They'll love it. As long as you swallow. If you gag a little, if you swallow with difficulty, they'll totally go crazy with tips."
I stood up again and tucked in my shirt.
I extended my hand to Hina. Her palm was small and soft, warm from the workout.
I pulled her up from the floor. I liked to feel her this close to me. She smelled of the body oil and my cum. And she looked at me through her eyelashes the way…
The way—
The way that made me want to give her another lesson. Right here. Right now.
But I can't. Oh, that fucking schedule!
I let go of her hand. It was too bad I had to. Her fingers slipped away reluctantly.
"You're a good student, Hina," I said.
"And you're a good teacher, Kaito," she whispered. She turned deep red again and hurried toward the door.
Hmm. She's right. I'm a pretty good teacher.
I followed Hina back into the living room, watching her hips move.
Aya was sitting in the same corner, topless, with a smile plastered on her face. Her fingers were flying across the laptop keyboard.
She noticed us only when we were halfway to the kitchen.
"How was it?" she asked, not looking away from the monitor.
"Okay," Hina mumbled. She kept her head down and held her arms wrapped around herself.
Aya muted the mic. She finally glanced at us, quickly scanning Hina's face, then mine.
"Good practice?" Aya asked. "Did you swallow?"
"Uhm..." Hina stuttered.
Aya gave me an impatient look. "Did she swallow?"
"Yes," I said. "She did. She did everything well."
"Good," Aya nodded and turned back to the screen. She started typing again, but then glanced at us one more time. "Then we should double the goal for tomorrow. We have a very eager audience. We should get as much money from them as we can before reality comes back home."
"Tomorrow…" Hina halted. She turned to Aya. But her eyes were still glued to the floor. "Oh, Aya, by the way," Hina said, looking suddenly indecisive. "Mom called. She'll be back on Sunday afternoon."
The typing instantly stopped.