His tongue takes every centimeter of room it can, barging its way in as it pushes against Julia's own muscle. As the professor's attempt to distract her mind from the aging man fails, Tomomi gently pushes her off him with one hand while the other intercepts Julia's own hands as they work at his pants. "Use your mouth instead." He orders, smirking.
As she got to her knees, gradually she moved her head closer to his crotch. Having her fair share of practice at this before, she carefully guided her teeth to pull down his bottoms but not grate them on the fabric. Didn't take too much to pull them down just enough to get to the underwear and pull them down.
"Too busy with the duels to explore?" Samir asks. "Well, consider tonight your first look at Domino City. Not that I have anything special planned." Watching Felicia as much as he can while they walk through the crowded street, the boy's eyes occasionally drop from her face to her chest, but he doesn't allow himself to take anything more than quick glances at her cleavage. "Itou..." He tries to place the name. "Oh yeah, that's Alecto's real name. You have her for a class? I'm jealous. What's it like?" Samir asks as the duo approach a wooden storefront. The sign above reads "White Datura." Spoiler: White Datura
"You can say that. I did get tunnel vision whenever a duel was involved when I was younger." Felicia giggled, looking forward, missing that fact that Samir had been stealing glances of her large breasts bouncing with her every step. "I suppose this is both our first time exploring the city." She smiles, just as her date mentions the professor. "Oh? She isn't one of your professors? I thought for sure she would be, since we did the same assignment." She pondered just as they reach their destination, "Hmm. It looks cozy." Felicia comments, "Hopefully they have some seats available. Shall we?" She waits for him to slide open the door.
"Hmph." She scoffs dismissively. "Is there anything specific you can't understand, or am I starting from nothing with you?" Her tone is almost accusatory. Spoiler: Perception Roll 72=72 success However, Umimaru doesn't seem to bear much ill will towards Adam. Does she just always sound this bitchy? "Ugh, get out your work and try starting the first problem so I can see where you fuck up."
Tomomi smiles down at her. Springing free, his hard member is comfortably above-average in size but definitely isn't the best Julia's seen. "I'm sure you know what to do." The aging man prompts, his manhood hanging in the air.
She didn't say anything in response, focused on giving it a few strokes in a bit of a businesslike way, then bring her lips over the cockhead. She wanted to get this over with quick, but she also needed to make sure this felt good for him. Letting her lips part to take in the tip as she ran her tongue over it in a circle like motion, teasing the sensitive glans as she worked her mouth down deeper to reach the shaft in a slow drawn out way. She didn't rush through it too much, exploring every inch of his cock with her tongue as the motion of her head starting to bob came.
Samir shakes his head. "No, she's not. I have Professor Sommers for Duel Theory. We probably just get the same assignment to see where everyone's at. An assessment." He asserts, sliding the wooden, traditional-Japanese door aside and holding it for Felicia. The inside of the restaurant appears relatively simple but charming. An elderly couple sit at one of the tables and a family of four occupies another. Spoiler: White Datura Interior A middle-aged man wearing a hakama bows in greeting from behind the window to the kitchen. "Welcome! Please sit!" He calls out enthusiastically. Spoiler: Learn Roll 98+20(Umimaru)=118 crit. success As Adam begins to work, he finds himself having a much easier time understanding all those fiddly rules now that Umimaru explains them in detail. The young man only needed a refresher. Now knowing the underlying reasoning for why one problem can be factored this way and another must be done another way, he finds the homework assignment a breeze to finish. After less than half an hour, it is completed. Umimaru looks over his work. "You aren't completely hopeless." She deadpans, smirking as she sets the paper down on the desk. Tomomi groans as she laps at his length. While Julia begins to cyclically move along the aging man's remaining virility, she realizes that she can taste something a little odd on his flesh. Spoiler: Perception Roll 81=81 success After a moment, she figures out what the flavor is--cherry lip balm. This isn't the first blowjob the businessman's received today. For what other reason would someone apply lip balm to a cock? Her discovery aside, Julia's sucking certainly seems to be enjoyable, judging by the way the president's legs stiffen as she continues to move up and down his rigid tool.
She silently questioned how many people would be willing to do this on their own. Not that it was her business. If she guessed, probably off being a sugar daddy to someone. She couldn’t really focus on that though while busy sucking him now going into full speed, with experience having her tongue hit just the right parts of the tip, aiming to force him to finish early.
[I don't normally like including rolls for sex scene details like how long a character lasts, but it seems appropriate here, imo, since Julia's making it a bit of a contest or challenge.] Spoiler: Oral Roll 37+10(Charisma)-10(previous orgasm)=37 fail She speeds up, moving faster and faster along Tomomi's dick. "You are--hah!--very good!" He pushes through clenched teeth, visibly holding himself back with all his might. Despite Julia's efforts to make this quick, the businessman manages to resist her mouth, for now. Before the professor can increase the pace any further, or even go so far as taking the length into her throat, Tomomi's hands grip her hair. He pulls her off his throbbing rod. "Not yet." He takes a moment to recover before command the woman again. "Ride me, Julia." The man releases his grasp, sitting back in his chair once more as he awaits her compliance.
"That makes sense, I think." Felicia replied, shrugging as they enter the ramen shop. She smiles as the owner, she guessed, greets them. The red-head then leads Samir to one of the free table. "Still, you're already done with the assignment, right? I still need to think of a deck to theorize about." Felicia sighed, Maybe I'll go with one of the dragons Tyrant mentioned? She thought to herself, while waiting for a server to give them a menu.
Mmmngh! Dam! How long can this old man last? She wasn't sure to be impressed or annoyed that her best skills weren't enough to finish this already, but as she finally had her mouth open to breath again, she heard his demands. She had already thought she was going to have to. But she was at least hoping it would be in a position where she wouldn't have to touch him as much. A little reluctantly, she lifted a leg up over him and reached to push her underwear aside. She wasn't quite wet enough for this. And he wasn't nearly sexy enough to make that kind of thing hot. While she wasn't usually afraid of taking the lead, this time she did it much more slowly, her fingers going back to stroking him a little and having the cockhead slowly part her lips as she tried to do it carefully not to be uncomfortable with taking his insertion into her womanhood. As she felt the hardness inside of her, she took it slow a bit. Mostly working more for herself to stimulate her body to get more fired up. As ugly as he was, even his cock inside of her body still managed to send a small tingle if she moved her hips just the right way to take it down. When she finally could feel the pleasure building, just enough to properly take it without discomfort, she shifted her hips yet again, to go into riding him at a regular enough pace. Slow enough that he could enjoy every inch of her pussy as it squeezed, fast enough to be exciting.
"Yeah." Samir shrugs. "You have a week still. I'm sure you'll think of something. Do you want suggestions?" He bows to the probable restaurant owner in return before sitting across from Felicia. The hakama-wearing man steps around the counter. He looks fairly average, if a little short. The blue, traditional robe suits him well. He bows again as he approaches the table, handing the young adults a pair of menus. "What will you like to drink? Tea? Sake? Water?" He asks cheerfully. The menu lists a wide variety of Japanese dishes, but a selection of soba and udon entrees are most prevalent.
"True. And thanks, but no, I'd like to think of a new deck myself." Felicia replied to Samir's offer, just as the owner moves to serve them himself. "Thank you." She said as she takes the menu, giving it a quick read. "Hmm. There's so much to choose from." She hummed, "I'll have tea... and your recommended soba dish." The red-head nods.
The man waits as Julia warms herself up. His paunch rises and falls with his chest as he breathes, anticipating being within the professor. Unwilling to simply sit idle, Tomomi's hands squeeze the woman's round tits roughly. The pain, and a bit of pleasure, distracts her, but does marginally hasten the process of wetting her sex. As Julia glides along the middle-aged man's cock, he pulls her chest down and forward towards him using his hold on her breasts. Leaning forward himself, his mouth latches onto a teat, twirling his tongue around the hard nipple and nibbling at it. He soon switches to the other one, sucking on it as she slowly and methodically rides him. The build is slow and distant due her to disgust for the man, but Julia, by moving just right and grinding Tomomi's rigid cock against her walls, can feel ecstasy beginning to well up within her.
Samir gives his date an amused smile. "You have good taste." He turns back to the short-ish man. "I'll have the same as her. Thanks." "Nishin soba for both. Thank you." The man in the hakama bows again, taking the menus and moving back around the counter, promptly returning with their tea before departing once more. Samir pours the green tea for both of them. "You said you've been here for tournaments before. What were they like? I've never really had the opportunity to compete in one."
As Julia picks up the pace, Tomomi detaches from her breast, groaning. His hips buck underneath the woman, a clear sign that he's growing close to orgasm. The businessman holds the professor's tits tight, sending pain coursing through her. After a couple more minutes of faster and faster riding, the president finally reaches his limit. He releases a low moan as his cock shoots its load into Julia. The professor, sweating from the exertion, feels altogether unsatisfied with the experience.
Felicia also thanks the owner for serving them before he leaves. Then turns back to her date, "The tournaments? They were... intense, in a way. But it's also a good place to learn more, specially about your deck. You'll never know what you're lacking, until you get defeated." The red-head replied in an elated tone, "Though... there was that one time." Then as she recalled that fateful duel with Alden Weaver, her tone turns low as she touches her scar. "There's also those that play dirty. They ruin the game's integrity, that's why I joined the academy. To make sure under-handed like that doesn't take root in this place."
