New, right?”
She grinned, holding up her hand, wiggling her fingers. Sex His cock was rock-hard now, straining against his boxers, and he couldn’t fucking focus. She scratched lightly at his balls, then stroked back up, nails circling his cockhead, and he gripped the couch like he’d rip it apart. Please.” He didn’t hesitate—first time or not, he was on her in a second, pushing her back on the couch, yanking her panties down. “On your nails—please,” he begged, and she grinned, sliding back to kneel between his legs. “Really?” she pressed, scooting closer, her thigh pressing against his now. “Ethan,” she whined, “lick me. She egged him on, dirty and bold: “Cum on my sexy nails, baby—coat ‘em, make ‘em drip.” That did it. They’re, uh, cool. Not crazy long, just a half-centimeter past her fingertips, almond-shaped, painted a glossy deep red that caught the TV’s flicker. “You’re so hard,” she murmured, amazed, her own pussy tingling as she watched him unravel. For her birthday, she’d gotten her nails done for the first time, and fuck, they were killing him. “Alright, this one,” she said, clicking play, settling back with a smirk. She stroked him slow, letting her nails scrape lightly along the length—up, down, teasing the vein—then clawed gently at his balls, rolling them with just enough pressure to make him
