Emi giggled playfully, delighted by Fheedo's surrender. Slipping one hand underneath his waistband, she deftly lowered his jeans and boxers together, revealing his beautiful cock standing tall and proud before her hungry eyes. Without further delay, she wrapped her lips around its head, sucking greedyily while using her slender fingers to massage his balls, squeezing them lightly in rhythm with her lustful sucking. Her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh, teasing the delicate spot just below the head, she deep throat him slowly, taking more and more of him into her mouth.

Fheedo was close, so damn close… The combination of Emi's skilled ministrations and the thrill of being caught made each sensation ten times stronger than usual. His hips bucked involuntarily against her expert manipulations, begging for release. But then, suddenly, something snapped inside him; the fear of discovery vanished entirely replaced by raw animal desire. With a primal growl, he grabbed hold of Emi's hair, pulling her forcefully onto his aching cock until their bodies were flush against each other.

Fheedo continued to pound into Emi relentlessly, his body trembling with anticipation of finally finding release after days of pent up lust. He could feel himself getting dangerously close to climax, but he didn't care anymore—not when every fiber of his being screamed for completion. "I'm going to cum," he gasped out between ragged breaths, "and there's nothing you can do about it." It was meant to sound threatening, intimidating perhaps, but instead, it came across as desperate pleading, revealing just how deeply entwined they had become in this illicit affair.