アナル前立腺マッサージと寸止め手コキで開発して遂にところてん射精しちゃいました Japanese Amateur Prostate Milking Cumshot Orgasm えむゆみカップル

The camera zooms in on the svelte frame of Emumi, her pert breasts barely contained by a lacy black bra. She’s seated on an oversized chair, long legs draped over the arms, showcasing her designer lingerie and freshly shaved, glistening mound. The unmistakable sound of skin slapping skin echoes through the small apartment.

Emumi’s partner, an unmistakably Japanese impeccably groomed man, stands before her. Her hands snake around his waist, delicate fingers playing with the elastic of his boxers. She tugs him closer, her head dipping as she takes his manhood into her warm, eager mouth. She moans around him, the vibration sending electric sparks coursing through his body.

But the man soon pushes her back, his mission clear. He wants to torment her, to tease her mercilessly before finally granting her release. His fingers find her slick entrance,parting her dripping folds as he pushes into her, one long digit at a time. He begins a teasing rhythm, pumping slowly, curling up to hit that elusive spot that promises ecstasy.

Emumi writhes against the chair, her hips gyrating towards him, urging him on. But he remains maddeningly in control, his hand stilling when her pleasure reaches a feverish peak. He smirks at her whimper of frustration, Diabolical intent in his half-lidded eyes.

Changing tactics, he positions himself between her quivering thighs, his breath hot on her core. Emumi gasps as his tongue parts her, a long lap tasting her essence. His lips seal around her clit as he suckles, her pleasure escalating at such a rapid pace that she’s left breathless.

Just as she’s about to crash over the precarious edge, he pulls away once more. A frustrated sob escapes her throat. “Please,” she whimpers, hating herself for begging, “I need you.”

The man ascends her writhing body, hovering over her. “Where do you need me, my love?” he whispers, his voice low and gravely.

“Inside. Please, just take me.”

He chuckles darkly at her flights of desperation, positioning his cock at her entrance. “Like this?” he grinds his hips forward, breaching her by just the tip. Emumi keens, her back arching.

She needs more, needs to be filled, needs the stretch and slight burn of his cock impaling her, winning over her body inch by tortuous inch. “Deeper,” she demands breathlessly, “give me all of you.”

He complies with a swift, brutal thrust, sheathing himself fully. Emumi clenches down on him, her nails scoring down his back as she urges him faster. He pounds into her, the force jostling her body, the headboard banging against the wall. Closer… closer… but he’s still holding back, still not giving her what she truly craves.

Pulling out, he flips her over and Emumi presses down on her forearms, her ass angled high, her core exposed and glistening with her arousal and his. He parts her cheeks, his tongue dragging over her puckered hole. Emumi cries out at the exquisite burn, pushing back against his face.

Slowly, he works her open with his fingers. One digit teases her, pressing in slightly, then withdrawing, a merciless dance designed to drive her mad. She’s just becoming accustomed to the foreign feel when a second finger joins it, scissoring, stretching.

His other hand reaches around, finding her clit. He rubs circles around the sensitive bud, rolling and pinching as his fingers continue their dance in her ass. Emumi is lost in sensation, every nerve lit up, edging further and further towards release.

Then he’s pulling away again. In his place, he positions himself at her rear entrance. “Is this what you want, my love?” he murmurs, the head of his cock nudging her hole.

“Yes,” she cries out wantonly, too far gone to care about how she sounds, “Please, fuck my ass. I need it.”

With one powerful thrust, he spears her, elated half-groans spilling from both their lips. Emumi pushes back against him and he begins pounding into her, the wet sounds of their coupling filling the air.

Then she feels it-a deliberate pressure in her abdomen, and it takes a moment for her brain to register. He’s massaging her prostate, right where he needs to be. Emumi squawks when his massaging turns to detailed pressure, hitting her main milking point perfectly.

His hand reaches down to roughly pinch a nipple and she mewls, the pinch, in conjunction with his prostate massage, overwhelming her. His thumb finds her clit again and Emumi bucks wildly against him, a scream ripping from her throat.

Fireworks explode behind her eyelids and she drifts high above her body, just gritting through the pain of intense pressure, the steady rise a telltale sign. “Fuck. Yes. Come on,” she pants desperately, “Come inside me.”

Her begging does the trick, his balls tightening as he rockets over the edge. With a silent shout, he spurts his hot release deep in her ass, flooding her with his come until it’s overflowing. Emumi’s vision goes all sparkly and begins to contour sexual pleasure. Emumi finally understood what it meant “自覚あり” orgasm to a manopia.

In the aftermath, Emumi is limp and boneless, drawn up against the solid wall of his chest. “Best. Anniversary ever.” she purrs drowsily. He chuckles and kisses the top of her head. “Best anniversary ever.” he agrees with a grin. The End.