Akira didn't need to be told twice.
He shoved his boxers down and kicked them away. His thick, hard cock sprang free, veins standing out along the shaft, the fat head flushed dark and slick with pre-cum. It bobbed against his stomach before settling, pointing straight at her.
Aoi's eyes widened.
She reached out hesitantly, her fingers brushing the underside. He hissed through his teeth at the contact.
"It's… bigger than I remembered," she said softly. Her hand wrapped around him… small fingers barely meeting. and gave a slow, experimental stroke. Pre-cum welled at the slit; she smeared it down the length with her thumb, making him leak more.
"You're going to kill me," he muttered in a strained voice.
"Good." A tiny, shaky smile curved her lips. "Then we'll both feel something."
She stroked him again, firmer this time, watching his face. When his hips jerked forward into her grip, she bit her lip and did it again… slow pumps from root to tip.
