You’re sitting on Nanami’s lap, completely spread open for him.
Your thighs are spread as wide as possible, draped over either side of his, your back pressed against his broad, solid chest. Your skirt is hiked all the way up to your waist, your panties long since pushed aside.
His long, thick fingers are fucking you without mercy, plunging deep into your soaked pussy with a slow but brutal rhythm.
Every thrust makes a wet, obscene sound. Two fingers sink in to the knuckles before pulling out almost completely, only to slam back in harder. His knuckles rub perfectly against your G-spot with every stroke, while his thumb circles your swollen clit with precise, steady motions.
Your juices are flowing abundantly. They soak his fingers, run down his hand, and stain his expensive suit, that perfectly tailored dark gray trousers that must cost a small fortune. A dark, shiny wet patch is already forming on the fabric, but Nanami doesn’t care at all.
“Let go,” he murmurs against your ear, his voice low, calm, and slightly husky. His warm breath caresses the back of your neck. “You can get as wet as you want. This suit is nothing compared to the feeling of you like this around my fingers.”
You moan loudly, head falling back against his shoulder. Your hips move on their own, meeting his fingers with every thrust. Your body trembles, your thighs trying to close reflexively, but he holds them open with a firm hand on the inside of your leg.
“Nanami… ugh pls!” you cry out when he curls his fingers just right, pressing hard against that sensitive spot that makes you see stars.
He speeds up slightly, fucking your pussy harder, deeper. The wet sound of his fingers sliding in and out of you fills the living room. Your juices are now flowing freely, soaking his pants, his thigh, and even the couch beneath you.
Nanami places a slow kiss on your neck, then gently nibbles your skin before licking the spot.
“You’re so wet for me…” he breathes, almost in awe. “Look at what you’re doing to my clothes. You’re so open, so drenched just for me.”
His fingers continue their relentless work: plunging deep, curling, rubbing, while his thumb never leaves your clit, stimulating it without pause.
You feel the orgasm building fast, violent and uncontrollable. Your walls clench around his fingers, your thighs shaking hard.
“Nanami… mhh I’m gonna… I’m gonna come… ugh—” you pant, voice breaking.
He smiles against your neck, a calm but satisfied smile, and picks up the pace just a little more.
“Then come,” he murmurs in a low, commanding voice. “Soak me completely. I want to feel your pussy squeezing around my fingers.”
His thumb presses harder on your clit, his fingers fucking you faster and deeper. The orgasm hits you brutally. Your body arches violently against him, a raw cry escaping your throat as your walls spasm rhythmically around his fingers.
A hot jet bursts out of you, soaking his hand even more, his pants, and the couch. You squirt, unable to hold it back, your pleasure gushing abundantly over him.
Nanami lets out a soft, satisfied growl, continuing to move his fingers slowly to prolong your orgasm until you’re trembling and breathless in his arms.
When the spasms finally subside, he gently withdraws his glistening fingers from your soaked pussy. He brings them to his mouth and licks them slowly, never taking his eyes off you.
“Delicious,” he murmurs, voice still a little rough. “And my suit is completely ruined… but it was more than worth it.”
You answer with a small, incoherent sound, too exhausted from your orgasm to speak properly. You feel Nanami smile against your shoulder. He turns your head and kisses you tenderly.
“My pretty girl.”
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