"Mmmmph!"
Haruka's back hits the hallway wall as I press against her, our lips crashing together like we're trying to devour each other. The adrenaline from our performance has both our cocks straining against our skirts, and fuck if she doesn't taste like victory and cherry lip gloss as our tongues slide together.
"Holy shit..."
"Get it, I guess!" Some random students call out as they pass, but we keep our tongue-swapping session going because who gives a fuck about their opinion?
Eventually, I have to pull back, even though every part of me screams to keep going.
"We should probably get going, huh? Rain check?"
"Better be soon." She adjusts her skirt, trying to hide that obvious bulge that's making me want to skip class. "That resonance got me all worked up."
"Promise!" I give her one last peck, tasting cherry one more time.