Misaki's breath was ragged. Her heart hammered. She swung one leg over him again, climbing onto the bed until she straddled his right thigh. She positioned herself carefully so that her dripping pussy hovered just above his now rock-hard cock. The head of his cock—still half-hard but rapidly thickening under her earlier actions—rested just one or two inches away from her soaked entrance. The swollen head of his cock brushed the outer folds of her pussy with every small shift. His balls pressed against her clit, warm and heavy.
She wrapped her fingers around his cock again, holding it steady. The shaft was warm, silky, pulsing in her grip. She dragged the thick head slowly through her slick folds—up and down, teasing herself. The head nudged her clit, then slid between her puffy lips, coating itself in her natural vaginal discharge. She rocked her hips forward, letting the swollen head nestle right at her entrance, pressing against her tight, dripping hole.
It was so close.
