"Damn it, Ayaka," Akira groaned softly through gritted teeth. His voice sounded tagged as it echoed in the small tunnel. The footsteps above them was like loud, distant drums that only amplified the illicit thrill.
Her mouth was a scorching vortex around his cock, sucking with an insatiable greed that made his thighs tense and his balls ache with the building pressure.
She didn't let up, her head bobbing faster now, her throat relaxing to take him deeper. The wet, muffled gagging sounds turned him on the more, and her saliva bubbled around his shaft, dripping down in hot streams, soaking his pubic hair and running over his tight, drawn-up scrotum.
"Clear the south quadrant!" They heard above them, but the sound of it only fueled the fire, making every swirl of her tongue feel like lightning. Her cheeks hollowed to create that perfect, relentless suction that milked pre-cum from his slit in steady, salty pulses.
