Nikaido Eimi (2) *

Eimi's hands then deftly unbuckled my pants, sliding them down along with my boxers, freeing my hardened cock. Eimi took a moment to admire my length before pushing it against her sacred wetness. The fabric of her panties already parted to the side.

As my hips started to move, grinding my cock against her slit, I caressed her cheek gently. It's such a contrast, this gentle gesture against the raw passion happening in our lower bodies.

With a nod from her, I leaned in and kissed her deeply, the sound of our bodies colliding mixing with our moans and the occasional clank of the kitchen utensils. She was so wet, so ready for me, that it was all I could do to keep from plunging into her immediately.

"Don't say sorry... It's me who's impatient. I know how much I mean to you. That's why my love for you continues to grow." Eimi whispered as she pressed on my hand, transferring the warmth of my palm against her cheek.