I want to lay her down gently on the mattress, cupping her delicate face in my hands as I give her a kiss more thorough than Miyuki's explanation of WWII. I would hold her in my arms, slowly caressing her perfect curves, and push her buttons with more precision than Kagami handles Reimu. I would s l o w l y unclothe her, feet first, in what seems as long a time as Kuroi-sensei's been single. I would leave her undergarments on, while I massage her legs, thighs, and torso with the steadfast consistency of Misao's morining call to Kagamin. I would tickle her belly with spiral caressing, and when she gasps for breath i'd be on her lips faster than Hiyori can imagine something ecchi about her friends. I'd give her more passion than Patty has for the way of the otaku. I would unclasp her bra, and trail my tongue around her nipples until they are harder than Sojiro is for middle schoolers. Finally I would remove her pantsu, and place my mouth on her womanhood, and lick until she moans louder than Konata when her favorite anime was delayed every week for baseball. Then, after her third/fourth orgasm, I would enter her, originally with the calm, cool composure of Minami's exterior, and later with the ferocious yet effective rhythm of Yui's driving. I would plunge my dick in her like I was the one of a kind vaccine needle and she was Yutaka's failing immune system. I'd screw her so hard that her mind was as blank as Ayano's, that girl that never says anything.
And when she comes forcefully with a shout of "BALSAMICOSU!!!" I would be as proud as Anime Tencho after he sold all his merchandise to grade A customers.