“Hey. How are you still holding on? Aren’t you supposed to ejaculate at some point?”
Kazuha-nee, taking a momentary break from focusing on what she was stroking, raised her head and brought that up in a whisper to hide her puzzlement.
It’s been a while since everything started, after all. Maybe close to ten minutes since Hina pulled it out of my boxers. If I had to guess, Kazuha-nee thought I should’ve finished long ago based on what she knew about men’s physiology.
But truthfully, it’s not that long considering I could hold it in longer than this. Furthermore, with pauses in between, I could manage to hold on despite getting close to climaxing.
I couldn’t say the same for my precum though. It already made a bit of a mess even if Hina sucked most of it early on. As soon as Kazuha-nee grabbed ahold and eagerly stroked it, a new batch formed and trickled down my shaft, staining both Kazuha-nee and Hina’s hands.