Saki's eyes fluttered for half a second before she forced them back open, cheeks burning, fighting with everything she had not to let a single moan slip out while her husband listened attentively to every fake word I said.
Her thoughts grew even dirtier, more desperate.
[He's doing it on purpose… calling me responsive while his toes are abusing my clit… I want to grind against his foot so badly… I want to cum… I want to soak his toes right here under the desk while Yamamoto sits there like an idiot… fuck, I'm so close… if he presses just a little harder…]
I kept the pressure steady, rubbing her clit in relentless, precise circles, fully aware of how close she was to breaking while her husband continued to nod and ask polite follow-up questions about the completely fictional lawsuit.
Yamamoto finally leaned back and pushed himself up from the sofa with a small grunt.
"You guys discuss it… I'll go make some tea."
He turned toward the door—and stopped.
