Spoiling the Birthday Girl (2) *

As my lips lingered on her collarbone, my hand beneath Aya's uniform moved again, slipping under the fabric of her bra to find her soft, warm breast.

I brushed my thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden under my touch.

Aya’s reaction was immediate, a sharp intake of breath as her body arched into me. I kept my movements gentle yet teasing, watching her face for every little shift in expression and every sign that I was giving her what she needed.

Her legs tightened around me as her hips shifted instinctively, our lower bodies finally making contact. I was already rock-hard and she could certainly feel my cock pressing against hers. Likewise, Aya’s sacred place was warm and welcoming.

With one of my hands still at the edge of her panties, the girl fidgeted a lot as if asking me to continue teasing her there.