Benjamin gulped and nodded. Then Sakura began to loosen his pants, untying the belt that held it.
Her fingers shook as she worked the knot, her breath hitching every time her knuckles brushed the hardness beneath. When the fabric finally loosened, she tugged the hakama down just enough.
Pulling the cloth down, Benjamin's penis sprang forth, like a forcefully bloomed flower.
It stood thick and flushed, the tip already glistening with precum, and its slight veins standing out under the moonlight.
Sakura's mouth hovered close to it, her hot breath hitting the sensitive tip, making it twitch with some juice flowing out.
Benjamin crooked his head to peek at her:
Her amber eyes were bright, her pupils blown wide with lust. Her pink tongue was out with spit drooling off it, glistening in the silver light. Sweat beaded on her forehead and cheeks, making strands of pink hair cling to her pale skin in damp curls that framed her flushed face.
