She shows me her favourite hentai

We moved to the living room, and she set up the show on the TV. We settled back on the couch, surrounded by pillows and snacks. The room was dimly lit, creating a perfect atmosphere for our viewing.

As the show started, I noticed her growing more comfortable, her body relaxing against mine. My hand naturally found its way under her shirt, caressing her warm skin. I gently kneaded her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under my touch. She let out a soft sigh, pressing closer to me.

"You know, this feels really nice," she murmured, her eyes half-closed in pleasure.

I smiled, my hand continuing its exploration. I traced my fingers along her back, feeling the smooth contours of her spine. I moved lower, stroking her legs and kneading her firm thighs. Her body responded to every touch, her breathing growing heavier.

During the second episode, I could feel her shifting slightly, her body becoming more restless. Her face was flushed, and she seemed to be struggling with something. Finally, she turned to me, her eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and desire.

"John, can I... can I please masturbate while we watch?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I looked into her eyes, seeing the need and longing there. "Of course," I replied, "but under one condition: you have to take off all your clothes and do it in front of me, on the floor, in a doggy position. I want to have a good view of everything."

She blushed deeply but nodded. "Okay," she agreed, standing up and slowly stripping off her clothes.

Once she was completely naked, she got down on all fours in front of me, her back arched, presenting herself perfectly. She began to touch herself, her fingers moving expertly over her wet folds. Her moans were soft at first, but they grew louder as she continued.

I watched intently, my eyes taking in every detail of her body. Her hips rocked back and forth, and I could see her fingers working feverishly. Her arousal was evident, and it was a mesmerizing sight.

As we moved into the third episode, her moans became more urgent, her body trembling with anticipation. She was close to the edge, and I could see her muscles tensing, her breathing becoming shallow and erratic. Her fingers worked feverishly between her legs, her movements growing more **** as she approached her climax.

Finally, with a loud, passionate cry, she came. Her entire body shook with the intensity of her orgasm, her back arching and her toes curling as she lost herself in the waves of pleasure. A clear stream of her juices squirted out, splashing onto the floor and hitting my feet. The sight of her release was incredibly arousing, and I watched in awe as she experienced such a powerful orgasm.

She gasped, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and embarrassment as she tried to collect herself. "I... I'm so sorry," she stammered, looking down at the mess she had made. Her face was flushed, and she seemed momentarily frozen, unsure of what to do.

For a moment, she seemed paralyzed by the intensity of her release. Then, realizing the extent of her arousal and the mess, she quickly turned around, her cheeks burning with shame. With determination in her eyes, she knelt down and began to clean up her juices, her tongue darting out to lick the floor and my feet. Her face was a mixture of embarrassment and resolve as she meticulously cleaned every drop.

"Good girl," I murmured, stroking her hair as she worked, my voice gentle and reassuring. "You're doing great."

Her actions were methodical, her tongue moving with precision as she tried to erase any evidence of her intense release. I could feel her breath against my skin, her movements driven by a mix of embarrassment and desire to please. Her dedication to cleaning up the mess she had made only heightened the intimacy of the moment.

As she continued, her tongue gliding over my feet, I couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her. The sight of her kneeling before me, so devoted and eager to make things right, was incredibly arousing. I gently guided her head, directing her movements and encouraging her with soft murmurs of approval.

"You're doing so well," I said, my fingers tangling in her hair. "You're such a good girl, Anna."

She looked up at me with a shy smile, her eyes filled with gratitude and satisfaction. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

"You're welcome," I replied, pulling her back onto the couch. She cuddled up next to me, her body warm and soft against mine. I could feel the residual tremors of her orgasm, her body still humming with the afterglow of pleasure.

We lay there for a while, her head resting on my chest as we both caught our breath. The room was filled with a sense of calm and contentment, the intensity of the moment slowly fading into a warm, comforting embrace.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I love you too," I replied, kissing the top of her head. "You're amazing, Anna."

Her eyes sparkled with happiness, and she nestled closer, her body fitting perfectly against mine. "Thank you for making me feel so good," she said softly.

"Always," I promised, holding her tightly.

As we lay there, the sound of the anime playing in the background, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of connection and satisfaction. The bond between us felt stronger than ever, a blend of physical and emotional intimacy that was truly special.

The night grew late, but we stayed up, savoring each moment. We watched a few more episodes of her favorite shows, our bodies entwined in a comfortable embrace. The sense of togetherness and love filled the room, making the evening feel perfect.