Pillow Humping Winter 2017

Title: The Pillow Humping Affair of Winter 2017

It was the dead of winter, and the biting cold had settled in for the long haul. You were curled up on your couch, the heat blasting, leaves crunching underfoot outside your window. The only light illuminating the room came from your laptop screen, casting a soft glow across your face.

Curiosity had gotten the best of you, and you found yourself typing “Asian pillow humping” into the search bar of your favorite adult video site. The results were immediate; a plethora of videos from different angles, different settings, different women. But one caught your eye; “Asian Pillow Humping Winter 2017”.

You clicked on the video, and it opened up in a new tab. The title screen, embossed with a sliding snowflake, gave you a momentary pause. But curiosity overcame hesitation, and you clicked play.

The video began with a slow zoom, the camera panning out over a dimly lit room. Cushions were strewn about, an afghan blanket draped over the back of a couch. In the corner, a space heater hummed. The camera continued to pan, finally settling on a woman, sprawled out across a plush futon.

She was breathtaking. Long, silky black hair spilled over the pillows, framing her delicate, porcelain face. Almond-shaped eyes, ringed with dark kohl, peered up at the camera from behind long lashes. Full, wine-stained lips parted slightly as she let out a soft sigh. Her skin glowed, bathed in the warm lantern light.

She was clad only in a thin, silk robe, the material clinging to every curve. The lapels of the robe hung open, exposing the swell of her ample breasts, nipples just beginning to harden in the cool air. Her smooth, toned legs were bare, the robe slipping up to reveal the creamy flesh of her inner thighs.

The woman shifted, turning onto her side. As she moved, the robe rode up further, exposing her round, pert bottom. You caught a glimpse of delicate, lacy panties nestled between two flushed cheeks. The woman reached a slender hand up, running it through her hair as she gazed into the camera. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and you felt a rush of heat course through your body.

She sat up slowly, pushing herself onto her knees. She turned around, presenting her backside to the camera. She glanced over her shoulder, a coy smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Then, she reached back, untied the sash of her robe, letting it fall away completely.

Her body was exquisite. A curvy waist flared out into wide, child-bearing hips. Her rear was high and round, the cheeks jiggling slightly as she moved. She bent forward, the movements causing her breasts to sway and bounce. She reached between her legs, pulling aside the gusset of her panties. Even from this angle, you could see the glistening of her arousal.

She let out a soft, keening moan as she pressed her slick, heated flesh against the cool silk of the pillow beneath her. Back and forth she moved, dry humping the cushion with increasing urgency. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each movement.

The camera zoomed in, capturing every intimate detail. The juices of her arousal began to soak through the pillowcase, leaving a growing wet spot. Her back muscles rippled as she arched upwards, grinding her pelvis down against the pillow. Her thighs trembled, the muscles taut with pleasure.

She cried out, a string of incoherent words spilling from her lips. Her hips bucked and writhed, uncoordinated and frantic. With a final, keening wail, she collapsed forward, spent and sated.

The camera lingered for a moment, capturing her ragged breathing and flushed skin. Then, slowly, it began to pan out. The woman rolled onto her back, one arm draped across her face, her chest still heaving. A satisfied smile played at her lips.

As the video ended and your screen went dark, you found yourself sitting in your own airway, equally satisfied. The winter outside seemed like a distant memory, replaced by the warmth of arousal coursing through your veins.

You knew, as you sat there in the half-light, that you would be revisiting this video, and these intimate scenarios, for many a cold, lonely winter night to come.