Her hands slip between your bodies, seeking the heat she senses growing beneath her palms. As her fingers wrap around you, she groans low in her throat, the feel of your hard length sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. "Oh fuck," she whispers, her voice thick with need as she begins stroking you in time with their kiss.
Her hips grind harder against yours, the motion growing more urgent with every thrust of her hand. "Mayaku wants you to feel it,"
I hold on to her and brace myself.
Her movements grow more frantic as she nears the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps against your lips. "Yes," she moans, her body arching into you as pleasure washes over her in a hot, powerful wave. With one final thrust of her hips, she comes undone, crying out your name as she shudders in release. Her grip on you tightens momentarily before finally loosening, allowing you to feel the warmth of her essence pooling around your fingers.