0217-WAAA-143-2-ero.mp4
Title: A sandy encounter at the beach
The blazing hot sun beat down relentlessly on the crowded beach, as thousands of revelers sought respite from the sweltering heat in the cool, crystal waters of the vast ocean. Amidst the throngs of laughing, splashing people, a rowdy group of young Japanese men made their way towards the shoreline.
Ryouma, the leader of the pack, a tall and tanned guy with wavy black hair, led the way with a mischievous glint in his eye. His friends, equally handsome and cocky, followed close behind, high-fiving each other and leering at the scantily-clad women around them.
As they approached the water’s edge, Ryouma spotted a stunning beauty sitting alone on a colorful beach towel. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, and her olive skin practically glowed against the bright white of her tiny bikini. He elbowed his buddies and nodded discreetly in her direction.
“Damn, she’s a total babe,” murmured Takeshi, the shortest but schmooziest of the group. “Let’s go say hi!”
The guys approached the deity-like figure cautiously, but with the confidence of boys half their age. Ryouma, the best-looking of the bunch, took the lead. “Kon’nichi wa,” he said with a charming smile, bowing slightly at the waist. “Your towel looks so lonely. Why don’t you join us?”
To their surprise, the incredibly hot girl looked up and returned their smiles. There was a twinkle in her dark eyes that hinted at a naughty mischief, much like their own. “Sure, why not?” she said, standing and shaking out her towel. As she did, her pert breasts jiggled enticingly.
The Japanese boys were practically salivating. This was going to be epic! They spread out their own towels in a large circle and invited the mystery maiden to join them in the sand. Her name, she said, was Hana.
The conversation was light and flirty at first, with Ryouma and the others trying not to ogle Hana’s phenomenal body too overtly. But soon, emboldened by a few shared cans of beer, the boys’ tongues got looser. Takeshi, the joker of the bunch, mussed Hana’s hair and said, “You know, I could eat a big bowl of these right now.”
Hana groaned dramatically and smacked him on the arm. “Such a perv! You need to talk to your friend here,” she said, snagging her thumb at Ryouma with a sly grin. Ryouma laughed and raised his beer can in a mock toast to Takeshi.
Just as the sun began to set, dipping below the silky water and painting the sky in a brilliant orange glow, Ryouma turned to Hana and said, “So, what do you say we get wet?”
She quirked an eyebrow. “In the ocean? I suppose the water does look pretty inviting.”
“Oh, I was thinking more of the hot tub at my apartment,” he said smoothly. “Care to join us for a nightcap?”
Hana pretended to think about it. “A pool party sounds fun…”
The boys shared knowing smiles and began gathering up their things. Takeshi clapped Ryouma on the back approvingly. “Nice move, my man. Those things deserve to be worshipped,” he said with an exaggerated wink.
At the apartment, the six of them tumbled into the steaming hot tub, drinks in hand. Immediately, the flirtation turned into frenzied touching and groping. Hana seemed to revel in the attention as the men’s hands roamed her slick skin.
Ryouma, emboldened, slid his hand inside her bikini top and palmed her breast greedily. He felt her nipple harden against his fingers, and he pinched it roughly. Her gasp of pleasure only encouraged him further.
Takeshi nuzzled into her neck, nibbling at the tender skin where it met her shoulder. “Fuck, you smell incredible,” he groaned. “Like a ripe melon.”
Hana giggled and pressed herself against him wantonly. “Too bad you can’t taste me, pervert,” she teased.
“Oh, I intend to get a taste,” he growled. “Everywhere.” With that, he ducked under the water, gripping her hips and lifting her ass out of the water slightly. The water sloshed around them as he buried his face between her thighs, his mouth hot against her dripping flesh.
Ryouma watched, transfixed, as Takeshi devoured her pussy like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Hana writhed and moaned, her back arching as Takeshi’s fingers and tongue explored every inch of her. When he finally surfaced, Hana looked dazed but satisfied.
Reaching over to a floating tray, Takeshi grabbed a salt shaker and sprinkled a line down Hana’s flat belly. The other guys watched hungrily as he licked it off, not stopping until he reached her navel.
They spent the next several hours alternating between the hot tub and the king-sized bed in the next room, fucking Hana in just about every way imaginable. Her cries of ecstasy echoed off the tile and plaster walls as the men used her like a set of revolving dildos.
Hana loved every minute of it, clearly deriving pleasure from being wanted by such a raunchy bunch. She enthusiastically sucked off all six guys, taking their impressive girth deep into her throat and guzzling their loads when they erupted.
They even dared her to take on a surprise 7th, a much older gentleman known for his size and stamina – as well as his open-minded tolerance of this type of group activity.
She legs spread wide open, moaning like crazy as she got penetrated in all holes with one cock at a time switching with her taking two at the same time. Her tits jiggled and bounced as she rocked her hips, meeting the men’s thrusts with growing enthusiasm.
After what seemed like an eternity of godly lust, the scene was finally completed by Hana swallowing the 7th load out of sheer skill and virtue, cum filled eyes elevating at the ceiling. Her cump covered body was gently lowered onto the bed where she passed out exhausted but utterly satisfied.
When the guys finally left the next morning, Hana was still out cold, the sheets and pillows thoroughly soiled from the night before. She didn’t wake up until early evening, and when she did, she stretched and smiled to herself, memories of the previous night’s debauchery fresh in her mind.
She knew she couldn’t wait to do it again, these Japanese boys certainly knew how to show a girl a good time!
