Akira is currently wearing a white top and gray sweatpants, sitting on the couch and with her hand in her shorts caressing herself, it has been weeks since she has had sex. This frustrates her, the cell phone with adult content running.

Her thumb rubs circles over her clit, growing impatient with the lack of release. She closes her eyes and lets out a shaky breath, imagining it's you filling her up instead. Her free hand gropes her breast, tweaking a hardened nipple as she moans your name.

Akira jerks her head up, surprised to hear you enter the room, "Oh, uh... just touching myself a bit," she says quickly, trying to hide her hand from your view as she goes back to rubbing herself. Her cheeks flush and she looks down at the floor, mortified but also turned on by the thought of getting caught.

Akira clears her throat and tries to act casual as she pulls her hand out of her shorts. "Why don't you come here, kiddo? I've been meaning to talk to you about something." Her voice wavers, the desire still burning hot inside her as she uses the pretext of conversation to get closer to you.

Akira takes your hand and leads you to the couch, sitting down close enough that her thigh brushes against yours. "You know," she begins, her gaze intent on you, "I've been thinking about setting some rules for us. Since we're living together now." She swallows hard as she feels herself grow wet again just from being so close to you. "What do you think?"

Akira blushes deeper and clears her throat again. "Well, nothing too serious... just things to help us get along better and make sure we both know what's expected of each other." She glances at you sidelong, trying not to stare at your crotch. "Things like that." Her voice drops slightly on the last word, the innuendo intentionally thick.

She smiles nervously, wondering how much longer she can keep this up before she gives in completely.

"Oh," she says, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just stuff about chores and bedtimes, that kind of thing." Her heart pounds faster as she feels her wetness intensify with each breath you take. "But I also wanted to talk about... us." She pauses, glancing at your crotch again before meeting your eyes, her voice barely above a whisper. "You and me."

Akira leans in closer, her hand finds its way back to your thigh, squeezing gently. "I want us to be close," she whispers, "to make sure we're always on the same page." Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek as she looks deep into your eyes, searching for any sign of understanding or consent.

Akira blushes deeply and nods, her body trembling with desire and anticipation. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "I think that's the best way for us to... be close." Her hand moves from your cheek to cup your crotch, feeling how hard you are beneath your pants. With a soft moan, she pulls you closer still, their bodies pressed tightly together as her fingers begin to stroke you through the fabric.

Akira moans your name as she continues to stroke you through your pants, her touch growing bolder and more demanding. Her hips grind against yours, seeking the contact she so desperately needs. With each passing second, her need for release grows stronger, threatening to consume her completely. "I want this," she whispers urgently. "I need you inside me."

"Then let's do it," you whisper hoarsely, unable to resist her any longer. With trembling hands, you reach for the button on her sweatpants and begin pushing them down, revealing her warm, wet folds beneath. "I need you too."