The morning light filtered through the blinds, but Ayaka and I were still tangled up in the sheets, bodies slick with last night's sweat and cum. Her wild eyes met mine, a devilish grin spreading across her lips.
"You ready for round two, baby?" she purred, dragging me closer.
No hesitation. I wanted every inch of her, that tight, dripping pussy and her luscious tits that begged to be squeezed and slobbered on.
Ayaka loved to ride me—slow at first, then fast and furious, tits bouncing as she screamed my name like a dirty slut. She was rough, biting my neck, slapping my chest, whispering filthy commands in that gorgeous, husky voice.
"Fuck me harder, you filthy bastard," she gasped. "I wanna feel your balls slap my ass while you pound me raw."
Her moans got louder, desperate, wet. I slipped my fingers between her folds, slick and warm, teasing her clit until she was trembling and begging for release.
Then back inside her, pounding deep and slow, making her arch and cry out in pleasure. Her pussy tightened around me, squeezing every drop as I came hard, blasting her full.
She collapsed on top of me, breathless and satisfied, whispering, "You're mine, kid. And I'm your dirty, dirty MILF."