make her cum... and pop the question

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.

Sakura let out a fascinating symphony of noises as Shiro licked her deeply, making her writhe along in time to her peculiar song. Shiro smiled, immensely aroused as her thrashing, **** lover.
“Oh gods,” Sakura gasped, nails digging into the mat beneath her. “You… I… what are you doing!?” she pleaded, sensuality heavy on her words.
“Mommy never taught you about orgasms?” Shiro asked coyly.
Sakura shook her head wildly, biting her lip in frustration, wanting what she did not understand
“Very well. Let me play ‘mommy’ for you, then,” Shiro smiled, returning her mouth to her folds and her tongue slithering into her.
Sakura squeaked loudly, legs tensing. Shiro’s hands massaged her buttocks, but it wasn’t enough to placate the excited teen. Her feet kicked tensely behind Shiro’s head, nails scraping over the mat.
“Go on, little one,” Shiro whispered softly into her petals. “Don’t be scared…” She let her lips suck at the young clitoris enough to let her tongue run over its full length, Sakura suddenly screaming and her legs clamping over Shiro’s head, trapping her in a sensual cage of thighs and pussy and sweat and cum. Shiro continued to kiss and lick at all.

“Oh… oh, almighty gods,” Sakura panted as she very slowly fell from her elation. “That was… amazing…” she breathed weakly. She moaned heavily. “I’m sorry, it was my first time…”
“It’s alright,” Shiro said softly, stroking her hand over Sakura’s chest and belly. “You’ll have more chances…”

Sakura looked at her wearily, and the samurai smiled. "Come with me?" she offered. "I have much to teach you, and my travels do grow lonesome at times..."