0277-NASH-972-3-ero.mp4

The sultry Japanese seductress slinked into the bedroom, her silken kimono whispering against her curvaceous frame. She tied back the panels, revealing a glimpse of her full, creamy breasts and the tantalizing slopes of her hips. Her sloe eyes smoldered with desire as she perched on the edge of the bed, beckoning her lover with a crooked finger.

“Aya-chan, you naughty kitten,” I purred, stalking towards her. “What do you have in mind?”

Her lush lips curled into a wicked grin. “I’ve been a very bad girl, senpai. So bad. I need you to punish me…”

She reclined back on the bed and slowly untied her obi sash, baring inch after delectable inch of honeyed skin. I drank in the sight of her, from the sweep of her alabaster shoulders to the modest blossom-shaped birthmark behind her right knee. My pulse quickened, desire thrumming hot and heavy through my veins.

Aya began to writhe and moan, her hands roaming over her ripe body. She pinched and tugged at her straining rose nipples, arching her back to thrust her heavy tits upwards. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her hips undulating sinuously.

“More, senpai,” she pleaded breathlessly, spreading her slender thighs in blatant invitation. “Don’t tease me…”

I knelt between her thighs, running my hands up her calves to caress the sensitive skin behind her knees. Aya shuddered and mewled, her fingers tangling in my hair. I could smell her arousal, feel the delicious heat emanating from her core.

“Beg for it, Aya-chan,” I commanded huskily.
“Please, senpai!” she gasped. “I need your big, hard cock inside me…stretching me…filling me… ohh!”

I buried my face between her thighs, lapping at her glistening pink folds. She tasted like heaven – sweet ambrosia on my tongue. I suckled her aching clit, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of my tongue. Aya cried out, her hips bucking against my mouth.

“Senpai!” she wailed. “I’m…I’m cumming!”

Her pussy clenched and spasmed around my tongue, a flood of her nectar gushing onto my lips. I greedily lapped it up, working her through the aftershocks. She went limp on the bed, panting harshly.

I stripped off my clothes in a frenzy, my erection jutting out rock-hard and weeping. Aya lifted her head to look at me, licking her lips in anticipation. She reached for me…

White noise…a blur…unintelligible dialogue and muffled grunts and groans…and then, I was deep inside her hot, tight passage. Aya wrapped her legs around my hips, whimpering with pleasure as I filled her completely.

“Yesss, senpai!” she hissed. “Fuck me! Fuck your horny little wife!”

I set a hard, punishing rhythm, pounding into her with deep, powerful strokes. The bed creaked and shook under the force of my thrusts. Aya clutched at my shoulders, crying out each time I bottomed out inside her. Her nails scored my back, the delicious sting only serving to inflame my lust.

I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing tight against my body. I was so close. I needed Aya to cum with me. I reached between our sweat-slicked bodies, rubbing circles around her throbbing clit.

“Come on, Aya-chan,” I grunted, my pace turning erratic. “Milk my cock…squeeze me dry…”

Aya let out a keening wail, her body locking up as her climax crashed over her. Her inner muscles rippled around me, hot and slick and wonderful. The sensation pushed me over the edge and I exploded, spilling what felt like gallons of hot seed deep inside her quivering sheath.

I collapsed on top of her, both of us gasping for air. Aya stroked my hair, pressing soft kisses to my brow. “That was amazing, senpai,” she said contentedly. “You never fail to satisfy me.”

“I could say the same for you,” I replied, nuzzling her neck. “My sexy wife.”

Aya giggled and smacked my shoulder. “Husband!” She shot me a sly look. “Think you have enough in you for round two?”

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Subtlety isn’t your strong point, is it Aya-chan?”

“Who needs subtlety when your husband has a cock like a piston?” She licked her lips, running her fingers along my shaft, semi-hard and glistening with a sheen of sweat and our combined fluids. “Tell me, senpai…have I been a good girl?”

I smirked. “Oh, you’ve been a very good girl. Probably too good. Which means it’s time for you to be bad again…”

White noise…a blur…unintelligible dialogue and muffled grunts and groans…and then, we were tongue-deep in each other’s mouths, hands roaming greedily as we rolled breathless and naked on the bed. Soft moans and clash of teeth against lips…fingertips skimming over sweat-dampened skin…

Glass slick and glide of my palm over the engorged shaft, fingers’-cylinder pump…Aya’s slick pink folds separating at my probing touch. Deliberate glide of my hardness between girly-pits fabric, knees bent open arms draped across the top of the screen…Dissolve and aged Aya by more than ten years over the course of several quick flashes, dragging my cock back and forth over the gathered crest, timed to her increasingly urgent gasps for air visible in the reflection of the hand mirror held at the edge of the frame, changing degrees of violet blush and waning flow of arousal arousal visible in the reflection of the full-length mirror off to the side…Combed fingers through thick, dark lengths of hair and caressed the back of her neck…Aya lifts up her top to flash side boob in full bodied reflection…My head bobs forward in the reflections and Aya moans audibly to nothing, bucking her hips[…]^{.}