“Please, Aki Sasaki,” you beg, your hips thrusting upwards, desperate for more. “I need more.”
She smiles wickedly and leans down to whisper in your ear. “Beg for it,” she says, her breath hot against your skin. “Beg for my pussy.”
Your dick throbs at the thought of being inside her, of feeling her tight, wet heat surrounding you. “Please, Sakura,” you beg, your voice hoarse with desire. “I need to be inside you. I need to feel you.”
She relents, straddling you on the couch and slowly lowering herself down onto your dick. You groan as you feel her warmth enveloping you, her slick walls gripping you tightly.
“Fuck, you feel good,” you moan, your hands gripping her hips as you thrust upwards, meeting her rhythm.
Aki Sasaki leans back, her head thrown back in pleasure as she grinds against you. “Yes, just like that,” she moans, her fingers digging into your chest.
You can feel yourself getting close, your balls tightening as you thrust harder and faster, desperate for release. Sakura must feel it too, because she starts to ride you faster, her breasts bouncing with every stroke.
