Professor Zyon (SPG)

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In a flash, Sakura was topless, buried under the man who was busy planting kisses that trailed all the way down to her chest.

His hand was full of her tenderness. Each soft touch and rub made Sakura gasp. The heat that traveled from his body was electrifying. She just couldn't wait for him to take her on a ride once again.

Even when she's unsure or insecure of what she was doing, Sakura just wanted to show Zyon how he's making her feel, so she took a jump and reached for his manhood. Still completely hidden, she could feel how hard it was.

Zyon gasped at her boldness. It only helped feed into his hunger and desperation. As if he was allowing his little princess to get what she wanted, the man immediately took all of his clothes off, flaunting his perfect build.

Knowing well enough what she was dealing with, Sakura was still surprised. She gasped a little, before she was once again swept into a position where he would be able to easily take her bottoms off.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath as he felt Sakura's hand on his aching member. Softly and ever so carefully, she moved her hand up and down, watching how her touches influence his reaction.

Satisfied at how he closed his eyes while biting his lower lips, Sakura wanted more.

He was about to touch her, in between her legs, but she was quick to sit up, and pushed Zyon on his back, by the foot of the bed.

"Ah, Sakura," he groaned, as she looked down on him.

Her long, gorgeous hair tickled his armpits, while she took a moment to memorize his face. She moved her hand slower than what he wanted and the frustration in his eyes somehow fueled her. She was elated that he was desperate for her. She liked that he's anticipating her next move. And she loved to hear him moan because of her.

"Fuck," she murmured. Zyon looked up, with a questioning look on his face. "Gago, ang hot mo."

Zyon couldn't help but smile. His eyes glared, sparkling with desire and possessiveness that was so intense it made her heart skip a beat. It sent her a message. He wanted to claim every bit of her being.

"Fuck, Sakura," he groaned, looking down at how she's handling him. "Faster, please, you're killing me."

"Nabibitin ka ba?"

The playful side of her that was unleashed instantly amplified his desires. He wrapped one arm around her and lowered her torso just so he could get busy with something else.

Sakura almost squealed, just by his lips bruising on her nipple. She was kneeling, on his side, as she continued to give him a special massage. But Zyon was ready to reciprocate the thoughtful gesture.

His hand that was on her back slowly inched towards her bottom, that he aggressively squeezed, it almost made her jump a little. He wasted no time. Soon, he's already busy feeling her wetness.

"Ah, Zyon, shucks, teka–AH!" she couldn't help but feel a bit ticklish at first.

The sound of his fingers playing with her slippery entrance was enough for her to demand more. She noticed how his member throbbed in her hands as if it was begging for more attention.

So, Sakura turned, her behind facing Zyon, as she kissed the tip of him.

It was a soft and gentle kiss, but Zyon groaned like he was being electrocuted by it.

Loving his response, Sakura used her tongue to send him more pleasure. She took her time tasting every drop of the liquid that glistened on top of it before putting it in her mouth.