Fumi pulled back with a wet, loud pop, a thick strand of saliva still connecting her swollen lips to the glistening head of my cock. She was panting hard, chest heaving, massive breasts rising and falling, nipples still stiff and shiny.
"I can't hold back anymore…"
She grabbed the front of my shirt with both hands and tore it open, buttons scattering across the bed and floor. Soft fabric ripped under her strength. I let out a surprised, still-acting-shy voice as cool air hit my bare chest.
"Ms. Fumi… are you okay…?"
She didn't answer. She straddled my hips in one smooth, hungry motion. The soft, dripping folds of her shaved pussy pressed directly against my thick, spit-slick cock.
She began rubbing her swollen clit up and down the full length, smearing her thick juices all over me from base to tip. The wet schlick-schlick of her cunt sliding along my cock filled the room.
"Aaah… so hard… so hot… it's throbbing against my clit…"
