Ma and his girlfriend (Maya)

They started slow. Ma's lips moved to her neck, sucking gently as his fingers slid under the hem of her top. "I want you naked," he murmured. He lifted the shirt slowly over her head, revealing her bra. Maya reached back and unclasped it, letting it fall. Ma’s eyes darkened as he cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples until they hardened. She tugged at his shirt next, pulling it off and running her hands over his chest, feeling his muscles. Pants came next. Ma unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs along with her panties in one smooth motion, kneeling as he did it. Maya stepped out of them, now fully naked. She hooked her fingers into his waistband, yanking his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing. They stood for a moment, skin to skin, kissing hungrily, his erection pressing hot against her stomach. Ma guided her onto the bed on her back. He kissed down her body—collarbone, breasts, stomach—until he was between her thighs. Maya was already breathing heavily, legs parting for him. He started gently: his fingers traced the outer lips of her pussy, feeling the warmth. Then he focused on her clit. He circled it slowly with the pad of his index finger, light at first, just teasing the sensitive bud. Maya moaned softly. "Right there..." He pressed a little firmer, rubbing in slow, steady circles, alternating with gentle strokes up and down. Her clit swelled under his touch, growing more sensitive. Ma watched her face, adjusting pressure based on her gasps—sometimes firmer, sometimes lighter and faster. To make her wet, he kept working her clit while sliding one finger lower, parting her folds. She was starting to glisten. He dipped his finger just inside her entrance, gathering her natural slickness, then spread it up over her clit, making it wetter and slipperier. The lubrication let his fingers glide easily. He rubbed her clit in tight, wet circles, occasionally slipping two fingers just inside her to feel how she was clenching and getting slicker. Maya’s hips began to rock against his hand. Her pussy lips parted more, and soon his fingers were coated in her juices—she was dripping, wet enough that he could hear the soft, slick sounds as he stroked her clit. "Fuck, you're so wet for me," Ma said, voice low. He kept rubbing her clit with his thumb while sliding two fingers deeper into her, curling them slightly to hit that sensitive spot inside. Maya’s thighs trembled. Her wetness coated his fingers and hand, dripping a little onto the sheets as he finger-fucked her slowly while never neglecting her swollen clit. When she was soaked and begging, Ma positioned himself between her legs. He rubbed the head of his cock along her slick entrance, coating himself in her wetness, then pushed in slowly. The sex that followed was deep and rhythmic—him thrusting while his fingers or her own hand stayed on her clit to keep her right on the edge.