"Ohhh fvccckkkk…" Ayame gasped, her eyes flying open wide with shock and raw, electric bliss.
She was incredibly tight, her muscles clamping down on his intruding finger with a vice-like grip that bordered on painful for her.
He hit her unbroken hymen and paused, letting her feel the pressure, the promise of what was coming, while his thumb kept working her clit in lazy, torturous strokes.
"It's so tight," Akira murmured, adding a second finger and slowly scissoring them apart to stretch her, feeling her inner walls flutter and squeeze around him like she was trying to pull him deeper.
More of her shimmering arousal gushed out around his knuckles, coating his hand and dripping down to ruin the sheets even further. "You've been saving this your whole life, haven't you? This greedy little virgin cunt, untouched and aching."
"Yes," she sobbed, her hips rocking instinctively against his hand, chasing the fullness she suddenly couldn't live without.
