Adriana whimpered when Phei brew cold air onto her fat pussy; her moan was a broken pleading sound.

Her hips rolled forward again to him chasing his mouth with clear impatience, and her fingers tightened on his shoulders as if she could pull him closer.

She started shaking with her chest rising and falling fast, the heavy swell of her breasts straining against her dress with every desperate breath.

Her nipples were like tight little visible peaks piercing from beneath the fabric, and the way she arched toward him made the neckline dip lower, revealing more of the soft, shadowed valley between her boobs from her deep cleavage.

Phei’s free hand slid higher still his fingers brushed the damp edge of her panties on her fat pussy; Adriana’s entire body trembled; but Phei did not slip his fingers beneath them. Not yet. He simply traced the soaked fabric with one fingertip, slow and teasing, letting her feel exactly how wet she had become, his finger getting wetter with each passing brush.

"How bad do you want me?" he asked, voice low and commanding. "Tell me, Adriana. How long have you been aching like this?"

She tried to answer and form words but only another broken moan escaped her as his finger pressed more firmly against the soaked fabric, rubbing once over the swollen outline of her clit.

Her hips jerked and her thighs trembled.

Her pussy clenched hard her wetness soaking through the thin material and onto his fingers.

Phei smiled against her thigh — dark, knowing and promising.

He lifted his head just enough to look at her, then pressed his thumb more firmly at the corner of her mouth. Adriana’s lips parted further on instinct. She chased the pressure without thinking, and when his thumb slipped between her lips she moaned again — louder this time — the sound vibrating around the digit as she sucked it deeper on pure reflex.

Phei’s eyes darkened with raw hunger.

"That’s it," he murmured, voice rough with approval. "Suck it. Show me how good that pretty mouth can be."

Adriana’s eyes fluttered half-closed as she obeyed, tongue swirling around his thumb, sucking it deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. The action made her imagine — vividly, helplessly — how good she would feel wrapped around his cock.

The thought alone sent another pulse of pleasure and want flooding between her thighs.

She moaned around his thumb, the sound was needy, and her eyes dropped to the thick, heavy outline of his cock straining against his trousers — the same massive, mouth-watering shape she had stared at in those basketball shorts.

Her free hand lifted, trembling, reaching for him with clear impatience.

Phei caught her wrist with his free hand before she could touch. He held her gently but firmly, stopping her while she continued to suck his thumb deeper, her tongue working it with desperate, hungry strokes.

The restraint only made her want to touch his cock as she tried once more to reach for the thick bulge in his trousers.

He watched her with dark, his eyes reading every twitch of her body, every flutter of her lashes, every helpless roll of her hips.

"Have you ever sucked a huge cock before, Adriana?" he asked, voice low and rough with promise.

Adriana shook her head quickly, cheeks burning, still sucking on his thumb like she needed it to survive.

Phei’s smile turned wicked, sinfully promising.

"Lucky you," he murmured. "Because when I finally let you have it, you’re going to take every inch. Slowly. Thoroughly. Until your pretty mouth is stretched and dripping and you’re begging me to fuck your throat the way you’ve been dreaming about."

He pressed his thumb deeper into her mouth, letting her suck harder while his other hand finally slipped beneath the edge of her soaked panties. His fingers found her slick, swollen folds and stroked once, slow and deliberate, gathering her wetness before circling her clit with the same unhurried mastery that had already undone her.

Adriana moaned loud around his thumb, hips bucking into his touch with growing impatience. Her body moved on instinct now — grinding down against his fingers, chasing the pleasure, her free hand gripped his shoulder tighter as she surrendered completely to the hunger he had awakened in her.

Phei’s voice dropped even lower, every word a filthy, promising caress.

"That’s it, Adriana. Let yourself have this. Let yourself be wet and desperate and mine for this afternoon. No one will know. No one will judge you. Only you and I will know how beautifully you fall apart when someone finally touches you the way you’ve needed to be touched for years."

His fingers slid lower and circled her entrance, teasing, promising to fill her. His thumb stayed in her mouth, letting her suck and lick and imagine every thick inch of him stretching her lips and her pussy; he pushed her wet pantie aside.

Adriana moaned again, louder, needier, her eyes glassy with lust as she looked at the massive bulge in his trousers and tried once more to reach for it with clear hunger.

Phei caught her wrist again with his free hand, stopping her gently but firmly while she sucked his thumb deeper, her tongue working it with shameless hunger. He held her wrist pinned against his thigh, asserting control without force, making it clear he would decide when she was allowed to touch him.

"Not yet," he murmured, voice dark and commanding. "First you’re going to come on my fingers. Then on my tongue. And only after you’ve soaked my hand and my face will I let you taste how hard you’ve made me."

He curled two fingers and pushed them slowly inside her soaked fat pussy, stretching her with deliberate care while his thumb circled her clit. Adriana’s back arched. A broken, desperate moan tore from her throat around his other thumb.

Her hips rolled helplessly, fucking herself on his fingers as the pleasure built fast and hot and overwhelming.

Phei watched her come undone with dark satisfaction — every moan, every tremble, every desperate roll of her hips feeding the hunger in his eyes.

"That’s it," he praised, voice rough with lust. "Fuck yourself on my fingers, Adraiana. Show me how starved this pretty pussy has been. Come for me, Adriana. Come on my fingers like the desperate, beautiful woman you are."

Her body obeyed before her mind could catch up.

Adriana came that very instant as soon as Phei fingered her with his Goddess Fall Touch with a shattered moan around his thumb, her pussy clenching hard around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her thighs shook. Her back arched. Her free hand clutched his shoulder like a lifeline while she rode out the orgasm, hips grinding down against his hand in helpless, greedy rolls.

Phei did not stop.

He kept his fingers moving inside her, drawing the pleasure out, his thumb still in her mouth as she sucked it harder in the aftermath, moaning brokenly around it.

When the tremors finally eased, he slowly withdrew his fingers from her soaked pussy and brought them to his mouth. He licked them clean while she watched, eyes glassy and dark with fresh hunger.

Then he leaned in, kissed the inside of her trembling thigh once more, and looked up at her with that same ancient, sinfully promising gaze.

"Tell me you’re not done just because of that," he said again, voice low and steady, "I am the person who knows exactly what this body was made for and we’re barely anywhere close."

Adriana’s only answer was another broken, needy moan as she chased his thumb with her mouth again, sucking it deeper, her eyes locked on the thick, heavy outline of his cock while her body trembled with the need for more.

Phei rose slowly to his feet.

He looked down at her for a long moment, eyes dark with hunger, then spoke in that low, commanding voice.

"Undress me."

Adriana’s breath hitched hard. Her face — the same sharp, beautiful features that had once looked down on him with cool disdain — flushed a deep, shameful red.

Her full lips parted, but no words came only a soft, needy sound escaped her throat as she slid off the chair and dropped straight to her knees in front of him. Her heavy tits swayed and bounced with the sudden movement as she shifted to the side, soft flesh spilling over the edges of her lacy bra, nipples already stiff and aching.

Her hands reached for his belt with clear, desperate impatience, fingers trembling.

Phei caught both of her wrists in one hand before she could even touch the buckle.

He pinned them together firmly, holding her arms still while she knelt.

The contrast between his controlled grip and her frantic energy made her thighs press together instinctively.

"No."

Before she could protest, he pulled her back up to her feet with effortless strength. He kept her wrists pinned for another moment, forcing her to stand before him, chest heaving, before finally releasing her.

He simply stood there, waiting, eyes locked on hers.