[ every time nami sucks on his clit, it makes hua cheng's thighs jump in the most pleasurable way. it's dizzyingly good, every single time—especially when combined with the third finger she presses inside him, making his cunt stretch pleasantly around the intrusion. the girth of three fingers is different than two, and this is a pointed reminder, enough to make his back curve as his shoulders come forward, his hips twitching helplessly into the touch.
it doesn't take long for hua cheng's eyes to fall lidded, focused entirely on the new sensation building inside him. it's a strange kind of heat, much more focused than the pleasure of his previous orgasms, stoked little by little with every pass of nami's tongue and lips over his clit and every stroke of her fingertips deep inside him.
he can hear a sound somewhere, distantly, and it takes a moment for him to realize that it's him: his breath hitching on whimpers of pleasure and need, his whole body strung taut as a guqin string as nami coaxes and coaxes and coaxes him higher and higher still. his head spins, his cunt clenches, hua cheng's hands grip harshly at the edge of the table and make the wood creak under his grip—
and then he comes with a cry that fills the room, his cunt seizing around nami's fingers as he squirts all over her. his cunt gushes hot, clear slick over her fingers and face, and his thighs press to her shoulders, helpless against his body's attempts to close his legs but prevented from doing so by nami being in the way. ]
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it doesn't take long for hua cheng's eyes to fall lidded, focused entirely on the new sensation building inside him. it's a strange kind of heat, much more focused than the pleasure of his previous orgasms, stoked little by little with every pass of nami's tongue and lips over his clit and every stroke of her fingertips deep inside him.
he can hear a sound somewhere, distantly, and it takes a moment for him to realize that it's him: his breath hitching on whimpers of pleasure and need, his whole body strung taut as a guqin string as nami coaxes and coaxes and coaxes him higher and higher still. his head spins, his cunt clenches, hua cheng's hands grip harshly at the edge of the table and make the wood creak under his grip—
and then he comes with a cry that fills the room, his cunt seizing around nami's fingers as he squirts all over her. his cunt gushes hot, clear slick over her fingers and face, and his thighs press to her shoulders, helpless against his body's attempts to close his legs but prevented from doing so by nami being in the way. ]