The lights in the room had just switched to day mode when Nash opened his eyes.
Aiko was already on him. Her undone twintails fell over her shoulders, her cheeks pink, a smile too big for a girl who had just woken up.
"…Hey."
"Morning, papa."
She was straddling him, small, sitting up straight, both hands flat on his chest, and she was already moving. She was soaked, and not just a little. She must have been dripping the whole night. It ran down her thighs, it stuck to her lower belly, and his cock slid in it with no effort, trapped between her lips, shiny from end to end, but not inside.
She rolled first, slowly, her hips making a small circle, thighs tight against his. Then she tapped for real. A short beat, then another. The soft flesh of her pussy hitting his on every drop.
