Asuka's getting hot!

The thoughts of the various possiblities send tingles up Asuka's spine and her tongue beings to swirl around her own mouth as imagines it intermingling with yours. She wants to part her lips and let her tongue flutter out to brush against your lips, begging for entrance. She can imagine pushing her chest against him and moaning as she sucks hungrily on your mouth, and she is so hungry in so many naughty ways.

Suddenly, in her mind’s eye, she sees herself in all kinds of compromising positions: on the living room floor, bent over the kitchen counter, face stuffed into the bed sheets, upside down against the wall...

Her leg muscles flex involuntarily as she imagines them pumping in the air in time to some feral rhythm.

The quickness of breathe, the musky heat, the unrelenting desire to be penetrated; these things are not new to Asuka, and increased her arousal. **** to be closer, she walks up close to you and stares up into your eyes. Her back arches and her breasts rub against you, coaxing a deep purr from within her chest.

You are quickly getting aroused, and not willing to idle, you place your hands on her thigh and began massaging. Your hands roll back until they are cupping her cheeks and you squeeze, eliciting a throaty giggle from the redhead. You let out a small moan as you feel how tight the muscle was underneath the towel, and suddenly wish to tear the thick, offending fabric away from her body.

Instead you elect to let the obviously horny girl dictate the pace, and you move your hands up the small of her back and into her hair, running your fingers through her silky mane, like you always imagined.

Suddenly, she stops kissing you, and you are worried that she had somehow come to her senses and figured out that you can't possibly be a hired 'gun'.

Asuka's eyes are unfocused, and her thoughts centered elsewhere. She reached up to her hair. When her fingers brushed against the cool plastic of the neural clips, she nearly flinched. After a second of hesitation she quickly unclipped them and tossed away, making sure to note where they landed.

Her locks floated down onto her shoulders, and you suddenly notice how the multicolored lights reflected off her hair, almost like a halo. you find yourself growing more aroused, and you thank all the gods you know when she broke out of her trance and pressed back into you.

You wet your lips, "Say it." You ask her. "Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want me to do." You almost order her.

She drops her towel. "I..." She knew it was degrading but this display of domineering excited her even more. She couldn't help but play along "I want... I want you in me... I want to you to..." She gulped "Fuck me! Fuck me hard, you man-whore!"