Nash kept moving his fingers slowly, dragging it out way longer than needed. He had this stupid grin on his face, and when he finally pulled his fingers out, slow like he was savoring it, they were shiny with her wetness.
He held them right in front of her nose like some kind of prize, fingers glistening, thick strings of it stretching between them like sticky syrup.
Aiko's face went bright red. She closed her eyes and turned her head away like a kid refusing medicine.
"No… why would you show me that?" Her voice came out all shaky, embarrassed. "That's… that's not mine!..."
Nash just smirked and licked his fingers clean right in front of her, taking his sweet time like he was tasting dessert.
"Sweet," he said, grinning. "Guess you lost this round, huh?"
Aiko's eyes went sharp, like she was about to stab him. She felt mortified, but at the same time... ignited.
Lust: 85% ↑
Suddenly, she shoved at his chest with both hands, trying to flip him over.
