Akira's finger tugged at the waistband of Mei's panties, the damp cotton clinging stubbornly to her skin like it didn't want to reveal the secret heat beneath.
He could already smell her musky and sweet arousal, filling the cosy bedroom air. The fabric stretched tightly over her mound, outlining the swollen lips of her pussy, and a dark, wet patch bloomed at the centre, showing how much her body craved him.
"Look at that," he murmured, eyes locked on the sight. "You're soaked through, Mei-san. All for me."
Mei's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her heavy breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath.
She squirmed under his gaze, thighs pressing together instinctively, but that only made the wet fabric rub against her sensitive clit, sending a shiver through her.
"A-Akira-kun... it's embarrassing," she whispered in a shy voice. But her eyes betrayed her: dark with lust, flicking down to his still-hard cock, which was still glistening from her earlier attention.
