Messing With The President, The Student Council President That Is

It had always been a wet dream of his, titfucking her of course. There wasn't a boy or girl who didn't dream of Mitsuru's breasts enveloping them.

She sure knew it as well, as Mitsuru was prone to tight fitting shirts that showed off her massive bust or skimpy bikinis that left nothing to the imagination.

Minato had a grin on his face as he continued groping her boobs, slapping them gently to see how she would react. She didn't, like usual.

Yukari was still engrossed in her TV show, not caring at all that he was basically sexually harassing her senpai. It felt extremely arousing, so much that he could feel his dick growing in his pants.

Unzipping his pants, Minato unleashed the dick hidden inside his pants. It wasn't the biggest but it still was quite large for his age.

"Hey Minato," said Yukari. "Did you finish the homework?"

He swerved around to look at her, his dick pointing right at Yukari. She didn't bat an eye and waited for his answer.

"Yes," he replied, walking towards Mitsuru and sitting besides her.

"Can I borrow your homework?" She asked, biting her lip sexily. "I haven't finished mine yet."

Minato grabbed Mitsuru's pale and slender hand and made her grip his dick. He groaned as she pumped up and down naturally, teasing his head with her fingernails.

"Finish your homework by yourself, Takeba," remarked Mitsuru coldly, hands still wrapped around his dick. "Copying another students homework is the mark of an idiot."

It felt arousing, watching her berate Yukari while she was giving him an amazing handjob. She treated it as if it was a small thing, like Minato was drinking a glass of water.

"Fine," Yukari said, going back to the TV and continuing her show. "Bitch," she muttered quietly.

Mitsuru glared at her. "What did you just say? Speak up, Takeba!" she yelled angrily. It would've been quite scary but it was broken seeing as she was still holding his dick in his hands.

Minato brought her hand up and down on his cock, him savoring the soft feel of her palms as pre-cum dripped from his slit. She used the cum as lube and quickened in her ministrations, eager to finish him off even if she didn't know register that in her brain.

A light stroke of his cock made him cum all over Mitsuru's hand. His cum shot out and let out spurts all over her wrist, laptop, and face.

Five streaks of hot and virile cum hit Mitsuru

"Nothing," Yukari said. "I'm going to bed."

She stomped angrily upstairs and left Minato and Mitsuru alone. Minato breathed heavily as his dick was still as hard as before, and Mitsuru stopped in her ministrations.

Minato pinched at her nipples, enjoying the look of pain on Mitsuru's face. They were hard, and he flicked them up and down.

"Can you please not," Mitsuru said, her face squirming. It truly turned him on to see her face like that. Mitsuru, the cold Student Council President, bashful because of him pinching her nipples.

Instead of listening, Minato pinched her nipples harder. Her face twisted into a face of pleasure but she acted as if it was a regular occurrence.

Minato rubbed his dick all over her boobs, slapping them on her breasts. It was a fantasy of his, treating Mitsuru like this.

Normally, she was this hot-shot authoritarian who commanded everyone and everything to do anything she wanted. And so, to see her treated like this, by him no less.

He had a smile on his face.

"Ah," Mitsuru moaned as he continued pinching her sensitive nipples, her face gaining a red tint to it. It appeared as if the rings made all of his actions perceived as normal but they still reacted things he did.

Interesting.