Coming to a slow boil.

Rather then tear my clothes off and ravage me (as one would hope), Mai continued to slowly massage my bulge. "There were days I hated myself for letting you go, you know," she went on. "I knew it was the right thing to do. Despite how much you smiled, I knew you couldn't be enjoying your life. ...a caged bird never sings as much as one that's free." She sighed, something, according to the cartoon, she did quite often.

I swallowed. Her gently minstrations felt very good...truly a girl who knew how to use her hands. "I never did get a chance to really thank you for doing that," I whispered. Why were we whispering? I had no idea. I brushed her long black hair from her face, making her cheeks pink.

"That's true...you didn't," she agreed, her gaze going down to my pants. "...hmm..." For a moment, I didn't know what she was waiting for. Then I realized she must have never seen a zipper before. She undid the button with ease, but her finger ran along the zipper a moment before she figured out the purpose. "Simple," she muttered. I wasn't sure if she was complimenting the design or verbally smacking herself for not figuring it out sooner.

Shaking it off, she slipped her hand into my pants, grasping my member directly. I bit my lip, sucking in air. This made a naughty smirk spread across her face. "I've nowhere else to go now...I think you could make things up to me by letting me stay with you," she suggested. I nodded. "O...of course...I was planning on offering," I replied.

She nodded her head slightly before leaning in enough that our noses touched. "I know you were. You always were that thoughtful..." She kissed me, giving my cock a squeeze.