Sakura washs Shirou's front

Once she was finished cleaning her master's back, Sakura stood up and walked around to his front. As she moved, she wiped her boobs off with a towel. At first, Shirou thought she was just cleaning them, but he noticed the way her hands were massaging her breasts. Is she trying to turn me on more? Shirou wondered to himself as his beautiful girlfriend/sex **** knelt down in front of him.

When she was on her knees, Sakura lifted a single finger to her chin. "Now where should I start," she playfully thought out loud. After a moment, a smile grew on her face. "I know," she excitedly proclaimed as she withdrew her hand. "I will start with your face, master!" And with that, Sakura reached her hands behind Shirou's head and eagerly pulled it into her welcoming cleavage.

Shirou was stunned by what she said and offered no resistance and his face was squished against Sakura's buxom chest. This is... Shirou thought to himself as his senses were overload by the experience. He had felt how soft her breasts were while they had sex last night, but the sensation of them on his face was exhilarating. The feel of her warm, soft skin making way for his face. The rhythm of her heart beating. He could smell Sakura's sweet scent, like he was dunked in it. Shirou couldn't help himself as he excitedly licked Sakura's chest.

But that wasn't enough. I...I need more! screamed in Shirou's head. Unable to hold back, Shirou grabbed Sakura and pushed her backwards. As he did, Sakura's hold on his head loosened, allowing him to pull out of her boobs. Before he knew it, Sakura was lying on the floor with Shirou on top of her.

Shirou snapped out of it. "I'm sorr..." he began before Sakura interrupted him.

"Master, would you like to use my body in another way?" Sakura asked suggestively, spreading her legs slightly to let her master in.