Akira pulled away and quickly shed his pants and boxers. His thick cock sprang free, throbbing.
Ayame stared at it, her breath hitching in her throat. "It's huge. I can't... I won't fit."
"You'll fit," Akira assured her, crawling back over her and settling between her spread thighs. "Demonic essence makes you remarkably adaptable. And you want to be ruined, don't you? You want me to defile you completely."
"Yes," she whimpered, her hands reaching out to grip his waist, nails already digging in with desperate need. "Ruin me. Break me. Make me forget my prayers."
Akira grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly off the mattress. He lined the broad, slick head of his cock up with her dripping, untouched entrance.
The fat crown nudged against her swollen folds, smearing her shimmering juices along his length as he rocked his hips teasingly, letting her feel the sheer size of him.
