Shiro's magnificent mouth

Sakura’s breathing was heavy, making her young breasts bob up and down rapidly. “Relax,” Shiro said gently, running her hands skillfully down Sakura’s sides. The half-caress, half-massage made her shiver momentarily before laying limp on the thinly carpeted shack. Shira kissed her gently on the lips, lingering there a bit before moving her way downward. She cupped Sakura’s breasts, massaging them with her strong and capable hands while kissing at her nipples. Sakura’s sweet cries filled the room, starting to sweat from arousal as well as the heat in the act.

Shiro went on undaunted, sucking on her nips and getting longer, louder cries from the peasant girl. “So very ripe, little one,” Shiro flattered, taking a playful bite at them and making her yelp softly before cooing back into her calm. The samurai made her way lower, running her hands down to her hips as she put tickling, alluring kisses over Sakura’s belly. The tickling factor quickly stopped when she reached just above her crotch.

“Ohhhh,” Sakura moaned, shuddering. “No one… ever…” she stammered desperately.
“I know,” Shiro said softly, her sweet breath caressing her womanhood before she leaned in, her lips enveloping the young girl’s neatly trimmed pussy, soft suckling sounds coming from between Sakura’s legs as she let out a loud yell, stiffening with pleasure. Shiro’s hands once again traced over her body, this time a soft caress of the young girl’s soft but especially juicy backside. Sakura loosened up again, her thighs unclenching so that Shiro’s tongue could work deeper and smoother inside her hot, wet womanhood, its pure taste untainted by man or woman before this moment.