Thinking of the sweetest, most gentle and tender husband Nanami Kento who's dressing you before going out to dinner with your friends only to end up getting distracted.
He was on his knees, dragging your tights up your thighs as you sat on the bed. One loving kiss led to another until his mouth found your panties.
He'd only just put them on for you. A skimpy red pair, matching your bra. He's got your favourite dress laid out on the bed for you too, and he'll see which necklace you'll pick out tonight.
Will it be diamonds, pearls, or his hands?
But first he'll savour this most delicious appetiser, pushing your fresh panties aside that are already soaked, and getting his tongue all over you.
"You taste divine," he always utters such eloquent praise into your pussy, even when he's throbbing hard and leaking pre all over himself.
He can't concentrate on that; the fattest, thickest swell in pants that's bound to bust out any second.
He's fucking busy, licking up your juice.
"K-Kento - pl- please- "
The man can barely hear you.
His tongue is swirling around your clit until you're left faint from the pleasure. Your body collapses back on the bed and you let out one of your most beautiful moans.
"That's it- baby, that's my favourite sound~"
He tells you, drawing out your orgasm with his lips and tongue, his whole mouth, till he's drenched and needy.
But he has to stop.
He licks a big stripe up your pussy and clit, up to your stomach, then sucks a little kiss there before pulling away.
He drags your panties back up and leaves his meal unfinished.
"Come on, sweetheart. We're going to be late."
He finishes dressing you with care and dedication, watching you recover your senses and apply a little make-up.
He drives you to dinner and is only able to relinquish the arousal in his guts when you get home and let him fuck you like an animal.
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