"Fuuuck," Akira groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. His hands gripped the sheets, his knuckles turning white.
It was nothing like the frantic, desperate lust of the Gate. This was slow; this was worship.
Mei bobbed her head, establishing a rhythm that was agonisingly perfect. She swirled her tongue along the underside of his shaft with every upward motion and sucked hard on the downstroke, creating a vacuum that felt like it was pulling his soul out through his dick.
"You feel... incredible," Akira panted, looking down at her.
Mei looked up, her eyes locked on his as she worked. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, the wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth filling the room. She was enthusiastic, clearly enjoying the taste and feel of him.
She reached up with one hand to cup his balls, massaging them gently, grounding him while her mouth sent him soaring.
