Continued!

Nadia’s confidence grows, her touch becoming more assured. She strokes the length of their cock, her thumb brushing against the sensitive head, earning a sharp intake of breath from the futanari. “Like that?” she asks, her voice a whisper.

“Yes,” the futanari groans, their eyes closing as they lean against the wall. “Fuck, yes. Keep going.”

Nadia smiles, a flush creeping up her cheeks. She increases the pace, her hand moving in rhythm with the futanari’s ragged breaths. The air between them is thick with desire, the scent of sweat and arousal filling her senses. The futanari’s hands move to her leggings, their fingers deftly unbuttoning them, sliding them down her legs. Nadia steps out of them, her body bare and ****, her heart pounding with anticipation.

The futanari’s eyes darken with desire as they take in her body, their gaze lingering on her breasts, her hips, the dampness between her legs. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” they murmur, their voice rough with need. “I want to taste you. Feel you come apart in my mouth.”

Nadia’s breath hitches, her body trembling with anticipation. She nods, her voice a whisper. “Please.”

The futanari smiles, a wicked glint in their eyes. They sink to their knees, their hands moving to her hips, pulling her closer. Nadia gasps as their lips brush against her core, their tongue teasing her clit, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She moans, her hands tangling in the futanari’s hair, her head falling back as they delve deeper, their tongue probing, tasting, driving her wild.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” the futanari murmurs against her skin, their voice muffled. “So sweet. So fucking wet.”