SS #2

Workplace tension vanished in that moment, the awkward stares from rounds, the way she'd avoided my eyes during shifts after our supply room confession—all of it melted away under the eager drive of her mouth.

No more hiding the bulge under scrubs, no more homesick ache twisting in my gut like a knife; here, in her living room with takeout boxes pushed aside and the faint scent of soy sauce lingering, I was just Holly, wanted and whole. Her tongue pressed flat against my shaft, sucking harder, the vibration of her hum traveling straight to my core, making my cock throb wildly in her grip.

Emotions surged—gratitude for this woman who'd seen my immigrant struggles mirrored in her own, who'd bridged the gap from Philippines to here with her touch, chasing away the loneliness of my first day disasters.

I moaned loudly, the sound raw and unrestrained, echoing off the walls as my hips thrust slightly forward, craving more of her mouth, more of that wet heat swallowing me.

'Lena—fuck, your mouth feels so good, sucking my cock like you own it,' I groaned, one hand tangling in her loose hair, not forcing but guiding, feeling the strands slip through my fingers like silk. She responded with a muffled whimper, eyes locking on mine from below, watering slightly from the depth but burning with hunger, her hands kneading my ass harder now, one finger teasing the cleft, brushing my tight hole without pushing in, heightening the fire.

The dual pull—her lips stretching around my thickness, tongue lashing the sensitive frenulum—drove me wild, my body arching, sweat trickling down my back, mixing with the slick mess on my thighs.

My climax neared, building like a storm in my belly, body trembling as her skill pushed me over the edge. She sensed it, sucking deeper, faster, her throat contracting around the head as she swallowed around me, the pressure unbearable. My pussy spasmed emptily, clit throbbing untouched, the futanari ache intensifying as pre-cum leaked steadily onto her tongue.

'I'm close—gonna cum in your mouth, fill you with it,' I panted, voice breaking, the words spilling out amid the emotional rush: this wasn't just release, it was connection, her acceptance soothing the raw edges of missing home, of feeling exposed in a new land. Her hands pulled me impossibly closer, kneading relentlessly, urging me on, the heat coiling tighter, my moans turning to **** cries.

She didn't stop, her wet tongue working overtime, swirling and sucking with expert flicks that made stars burst behind my eyes. The tremble in my legs spread, thighs quaking as the edge loomed, her curvy form writhing beneath me, one hand slipping from my ass to rub her own clit, chasing her own peak in tandem.

The intimacy hit deep—sharing this vulnerability, her eagerness mirroring my hunger for belonging, the workplace boundaries we'd tiptoed around now shattered in the safety of her space. My cock pulsed, swelling in her mouth, the first hot spurt of cum hitting her tongue as I shattered, crying out her name, body convulsing with the **** of it.

She swallowed greedily, milking every drop, but even as waves crashed through me, the night felt far from over, her eyes promising more explorations, more ways to weave our stories together amid the lingering scent of our desire.

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