Gudrun had always kept her nails short and practical, but after stumbling on my hidden stash of long-nailed fantasies, everything changed. She cornered me in the kitchen one evening, waving a fresh bottle of crimson polish with a wicked grin. "So, little brother, I hear you have a thing for claws like these. Care to explain why my old stubs weren't cutting it?"
I stammered, but she leaned in close, her voice sharp and teasing. "Don't play coy. I've seen the way you stare at polished tips. From now on, these are growing out just for you—long, sharp, and dripping with whatever color makes that cock twitch." Her laughter was low and confident as she started painting, each stroke deliberate, the glossy layers catching the light.
Over the next days, she flaunted them relentlessly. "Watch this," she'd say during dinner, tapping her now-lengthening nails against a glass, the click echoing like a promise. "Imagine these tracing your skin. Horny yet?" I was, and she knew it, her strong presence filling the room as she refused to let me look away.
One humid afternoon, she caught me alone in the living room, her nails fully extended and gleaming. "Enough games," Gudrun declared, pulling me onto the couch. Her fingers wrapped around my hardening cock with expert pressure, the long nails grazing the shaft in feather-light scratches that sent sparks through me. She stroked slowly at first, twisting her wrist so the polished tips circled the head, then pumped faster, her strong grip unyielding.
Sweating and panting, I thrust into her hands as she controlled every motion, nails raking lightly along the underside while her thumb pressed the tip. "That's it, feel how wet this makes me too," she murmured, her own pussy dripping as she shifted, arousal clear in her flushed cheeks. My cock pulsed in her firm hold, the detailed drag of each nail heightening every stroke until I came hard, cum spilling over her crimson claws.
Gudrun smiled triumphantly, licking a stray drop from one nail. "This is only the start of what these can do."
She leaned closer, nails still glistening, and whispered, "Next time, we'll see how far this fetish takes us both."
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