So excited was Fumiko during the fuck that she came early and often. Nils, thrusting up from below, was seemingly indefatigable. “Come in me, come in me, come in me!” Fumiko chanted, riding hard, pressing and clenching and coming. Nils grinned up at her, foiling her attempts to bring him off inside her. “You, you, you,” Fumiko snarled after her last orgasm. “My cunt not good enough for your cum? I’m going to make you pay for your perfidious insouciance.”

“I was just—” Nils started to say.

Fumiko cut him off with, “I’ll show you justice.” She held his cunt-juice coated cock firm in her hand, squeezed it hard. “So slippery,” she said. She brought her lips close. Her tongue almost touched the slit.

“Please,” Nils moaned.

“Ah, so now you want to come.” She shook her head. “Naughty, naughty.” Her forefinger tapped Nils’ penis at its most sensitive spot. Her thumb caressed the cap.

“I need to...”

“I know you do,” Fumiko said. Tap, tap, tap. Firm enough to tantalize. Gentle enough to keep ejaculation at bay. “Next time, if there is a next time, maybe you’ll be more compliant. Maybe you’ll come when I—”

“I will, I will, I will,” Nils begged.

“Poor baby.”

“I only did it because I love to see you come,” Nils offered.

“That’s what you say now.” Tap, tap, tap. “But I love to see you come too.”

“How can you torture me when I love you so much?”

Fumiko grinned. “Because I love you too,” she said. Tap, tap, tap.

“I’m sorry. Next time I’ll be—”

“Not next time.” Fumiko adjusted her grip. “Now!”