Akira lay on the large wooden crate; it felt rough against his skin. Ayaka straddled his face, her skirt hiked up, her panties discarded. Her shaven pussy was above his mouth, lips puffy and glistening, and her scent was musky and appealing.
"Lick me, please," she pleaded softly. "Taste how your essence is already mixing with mine."
He dove in, tongue flat against her folds, lapping from entrance to clit. She tasted tangy, but it had some flowery sweetness to it. Her juices flowed freely as he sucked her clit between his lips, flicking it rapidly.
Ayaka moaned loudly, grinding down, then leaned forward to take his cock back into her mouth, creating a perfect circuit of friction and heat.
"Fuck, yes," he mumbled into her pussy, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them to tongue deeper, probing her tight hole. "You're flooding my mouth."
"And you're throbbing in mine," she replied, deep-throating him again, her throat contracting around his head.
