Read Novel Full Chapter 1264: Gluck-Gluck Under the Desk
Chapter 1264: Gluck-Gluck Under the Desk
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.
A small, clear puddle glistened on the wooden floor right where Saki’s back had been pressed against the door earlier. Yamamoto frowned, tilting his head.
"Strange... where is this coming from? Do we have a leak somewhere?"
He bent down, fingers reaching toward the puddle.
Saki’s entire body went rigid under the desk. Her eyes flew wide with pure panic. The "water" her husband was about to touch was not water at all—it was the clear, sticky remains of the hard squirt she had sprayed across my face and the floor only minutes earlier while I had her pinned and shaking against that same door.
A deep, mortified blush exploded across her cheeks and down her neck. Her thighs clamped hard around my foot, but I didn’t stop the slow, deliberate circles against her clit. If anything, the sudden spike of fear made her even wetter against my toes.
Her thoughts slammed into pure frantic heat.
[No—no no no—don’t touch it—Yamamoto don’t touch it—that’s my squirt—he’s going to smell it—he’s going to know—Jack is still rubbing my clit while my husband is about to put his fingers in my cum—fuck—]
Saki’s voice came out higher and tighter than she intended.
"D-don’t...! It’s probably just... condensation from earlier. Or I spilled a little water when I came in. Leave it, I’ll clean it later—"
Yamamoto had already crouched lower, fingertips only inches from the shiny puddle of his wife’s squirt.
Saki’s free hand gripped the edge of the desk so hard the wood creaked. Under the desk, my toes kept working her swollen clit in slow, merciless circles, forcing her to sit there blushing furiously, terrified and throbbing.
Then something shifted in her.
Instead of staying frozen, Saki suddenly slid downward in her chair. In one smooth, desperate motion she slipped off the seat and disappeared under the desk, vanishing from Yamamoto’s line of sight completely.
The sudden loss of her weight made the chair roll back an inch. I felt her hands on my knees, then my thighs, as she positioned herself between my legs in the cramped space under the desk.
Yamamoto was still crouched by the door, frowning at the puddle, completely unaware that his wife was now on her knees under the desk right in front of me.
Saki’s fingers found my zipper. She didn’t use her hands for long. I felt the soft, warm press of her lips against the metal, then the careful scrape of her teeth as she gripped the zipper pull.
She tugged it downward slowly with her teeth, the soft zzzzip sound almost inaudible under the desk. My cock, already thick and hard from everything that had happened, sprang free the moment the fabric parted—heavy, veined, and already leaking precum.
Her hot breath washed over the exposed cock. Then her tongue came out.
She started with slow, deliberate teases—just the tip of her tongue dragging along the underside from base to head, collecting the precum that had beaded at the slit. She circled the swollen crown with wet, lazy strokes, never taking me into her mouth yet, just licking and tasting while her husband remained only a few meters away examining the floor.
A soft, naughty whisper rose from under the desk, so quiet only I could hear it.
"Look how hard you got just from rubbing my clit in front of my husband... such a dirty cock. It’s already leaking all over my tongue..."
She gave the head a long, wet lick, then another, voice still a filthy little murmur.
"You like this, don’t you? Sitting there talking about fake lawsuits while your married aunt is under the desk licking precum off your cock... Yamamoto has no idea his wife is about to choke on this."
I bit back a groan as she finally opened her mouth and sank down. The wet heat of her throat closed around me in one smooth, practiced motion.
She took me deep on the first try—lips stretching wide around the thick cock, nose almost touching my base as the head pushed into her throat. A wet gluck sound rose from under the desk.
"Fuuuck..." I breathed out through my teeth, the sound barely controlled. My hand tightened on the arm of the chair.
Saki pulled back just enough to whisper again, spit already connecting her lips to my cock.
"Mmm... so deep already. Your cock is throbbing in my throat... are you going to cum while my husband is right there staring at my squirt on the floor?"
She sank down again, harder this time, taking every thick inch until her lips met the base. Her throat convulsed around me with wet, rhythmic gluck-gluck-gluck sounds as she deepthroated me without mercy.
One hand rested on my thigh for balance; the other stroked what little length she couldn’t keep buried. Spit ran down the cock and over her fingers.
I groaned low in my chest, the sound rumbling despite my best efforts to stay quiet.
"Shit... Saki... your throat... nnngh..."
She only took me deeper, holding herself all the way down so her throat milked the full length in tight, wet spasms. Another naughty, breathless whisper floated up between thrusts.
"That’s it... groan for me. Let him hear you a little. I want to feel this fat cock pulse when you fill my throat... right under my husband’s nose."
She bobbed faster, the wet, filthy sounds of her deepthroating growing louder—slurp, gluck, pop, slurp—while Yamamoto continued muttering about possible pipe leaks only a few steps away, completely unaware that his wife was under the desk with her throat stuffed full of another man’s cock, teasing and sucking like she had no intention of stopping.