Gudrun lounged on the couch, her fingers gleaming under the lamp as she admired her freshly polished nails—long, crimson talons that caught the light with every deliberate flex. "I found your little stash of videos," she said with a sly grin, waving those nails like weapons. "Long nails on girls drive you wild, don't they, brother?" I froze, heat flooding my face, but she pressed on, strong and unapologetic. "I've been growing mine out just for you. Watch." She trailed one sharp nail slowly down my arm, the polished edge scraping lightly, sending sparks straight to my cock.
"What are you playing at, Gudrun?" I muttered, trying to sound unaffected, but my voice cracked. She laughed, a low, confident sound. "Playing? No, I'm winning. You've been staring at my hands all week. Admit it—my nails make you hard." Her fingers danced closer, nails clicking together with a wicked snap before brushing the bulge in my pants. I was already throbbing, and she knew it.
She didn't wait for permission, her strong grip pulling me closer as she unzipped me. "Let's see how much this fetish owns you." Gudrun wrapped her hand around my cock, her long nails grazing the shaft with teasing precision—one nail tracing the vein while her palm stroked upward, slow and deliberate. The polished tips pressed just enough to heighten every sensation, making me gasp. "Feel that? Sharp, smooth, perfect for driving you insane." I bucked into her fist, panting as she pumped faster, nails scraping lightly over the head on each upstroke.
"You're getting so wet for this," she teased, her own breath hitching as she shifted, thighs pressing together. Her pussy was clearly aroused too, a damp spot forming on her shorts, but she stayed in control. "Stroke it for me—show me how horny my nails make you." My hand joined hers briefly, but she took over, fingers curling tight, nails digging in just shy of pain while she twisted her wrist, the long talons flashing as she worked my cock harder. Sweat beaded on my skin, dripping down my chest.
She leaned in, whispering wickedly, "Imagine these nails on your ass while I ride you next time." Her movements intensified, palm slick with my precum, nails raking the sensitive underside in rhythmic strokes that had me sweating and groaning. I came hard, cum spurting over her polished fingers in thick ropes, her grip milking every drop as she watched with hungry eyes. Gudrun licked a stray bead from one nail, smirking.
Panting, she pulled back but not away, her free hand slipping between her legs to feel how wet she'd gotten. "This is just the start," she said, voice husky with her own building need. The story continues with more than just hands.
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