Tamako's fingers were relentless, sliding through her slick folds, curling deep, grinding against her soaked pussy. Her hips rolled on their own, pressing into her hand as low, desperate moans spilled from her lips.
"Ahhh… oh… ohhh fuck… Nobita…" she whimpered, trembling, nipples hard under her blouse, chest heaving. Every nerve screamed, slick pooling between her thighs, fingers plunging faster, circling, curling, dragging her closer and closer to the edge.
"Ohhh… yes… fuck… ahhh yes, yes… Nobita…" she gasped, hips bucking violently, body shivering, slick dripping along her thighs, trembling.
Meanwhile, Nobita stepped out of the bathroom. His eyes caught the soaked panties lying on the floor. He froze for a second, pulse racing. He didn't touch them—he didn't linger. Something inside him pulled him forward. He went straight to his room.
The drawer was open. He froze. Huh… did I leave this open? His eyes flicked to the Time TV—off, then flickering alive as he pressed it on.
The screen lit up, and he nearly stumbled back. Doraemi… humanoid. Curvy, soft, everything now human, except the tail still twitching. His cock twitched instantly, heart hammering.
Wait… why is she humanoid? What… what the hell? His eyes widened, every nerve tingling as Doraemi slowly reached back, pulling out her massive flower-tipped tailplug. He blinked. …Oh. That explains it. She's doing… that.
He let out a low groan, cock straining in his hands. Okay… okay… that's some serious material for jerking. He leaned back against the bed, breathing ragged, eyes glued to the screen.
Doraemon must've gone to the future again… probably buying or repairing some gadgets… His mind raced, pulse thrumming. …And this… this is my reward. Jesus… I'm not complaining.
Meanwhile, Tamako's moans hit fever pitch. Fingers plunging, circling, slick dripping freely, hips rolling and grinding like she couldn't stop.
"Ahhh… ohhh fuck yes… Nobita… ohhh… ahhh!" Her voice cracked, body trembling, chest heaving, heat pooling unbearably low. Fingers curled deep, dragging her closer, slick spreading over her trembling thighs.
"Ohhh… yes yes yes… fuckkkk… aaahhh!" She cried out, back arching, hips jerking violently as the first wave ripped through her. Tremors wracked her body, every nerve screaming, wetness dripping freely.
Nobita groaned low, hand moving on his own. "Ahhh… fuck… ohhh… god… yes…" His release tore through him, deep guttural groans filling the room, pulse hammering. Cock throbbed violently as he emptied himself, watching Doraemi on screen, heart racing, mind spinning.
Tamako's second orgasm hit almost immediately after, trembling and shivering, slick spilling over her fingers and thighs, low guttural moans echoing. "Ahhh… ohhh fuck… yes… yes… Nobita…"
Both of them collapsed, spent, trembling, hearts racing, breathing ragged. The room was thick with sweat, arousal, and the echo of filthy pleasure. Tamako's hand twitched still, slick glistening, while Nobita leaned back, flushed, cock softening but pulse still racing. Their separate, filthy climaxes hung heavy in the air, raw, intense, and utterly consuming.