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In the sultry heart of Tokyo, a naughty tale of forbidden passion unfolds within the confines of an elite girls’ academy. Our star, Sayuri, is an katana-sharp 19-year-old temptress, her raven locks tumbling across her pert breasts barely contained by a crisp white blouse. Her pleated miniskirt rides up her long legs as she preens for the camera, a devious smile playing on her full, glistening lips.
Sayuri’s secret involves more than just her sinful fantasies of schoolboy cock…she’s been using her “after-school special” services to fund her own porn empire. And she’s more than just a happy ending – she gives memorable multiples. Today, hot for hardware, she’s arranged to be tutored in the art of video games by a nerdy but hung geek named Hiroshi.
They start their session in Sayuri’s dorm room. She’s got Hiroshi so flustered, he can barely remember the graphics card from his hard drive. She leans over him to press the power button, her skirt riding up to reveal her apricot ass barely covered by a sliver of lace. Hiroshi gulps. “Does your…ummm…fansub require a, er…patch?”
“Oh yes,” purrs Sayuri, vassel-izing his thigh. “Aigsy-man, let’s see if your technology can handle my high-def.” She unhooks her bra, revealing cherry-tipped breasts that bounce free.
Hiroshi groans, fumbling with the zipper of his straining pants as Sayuri sinks to her knees. In a flash, she’s spitting and sucking with slutty abandon, her throat muscles milking his cock as she deeps herself down to the root. “Aaaaaahhh!” Hiroshi throws his head back in ecstasy as Sayuri’s gymnastic tongue pushes him over the edge. His balls contract, shooting thick ropes of protein-fortified jizz into her welcoming mouth.
But Sayuri’s just getting started. Hiroshi’s spent cock starts to stir as she purrs, “Beta testing actually helped my vertigo.” She crawls onto the bed, presenting her crack like a peach, and grinds her perfect ass against his rehardened cock. Her small hands reach back to spread her puckered rosebud and paint it with her copious dew. “Got any dubs in the genre of…ahhhhh…daisuki?” she gasps as he enters her with a momentous thrust.
Hiroshi hilts himself deep in her ass, every porn-enlarge-tracker package he’s ever downloaded gushing forth. “Hu-hu-husbandos!” he cries, plowing her into the mattress, the scene a blur of writhing limbs and jiggling breasts.
“Ja-ja-ja-japan bum bum!” squeals Sayuri, bouncing her hips back to meet his thrusts. Her untouched cunny quivers, aching to be filled. “Hoshizora dedeko!” she moans, voice reaching a fever pitch as Hiroshi moves his hand from her trim waist to between her legs. “Hentai hentai JAV!”
With that, Sayuri throws her head back and shatters on his fingers, cumming hard. Hiroshi pumps one, two, three times before erupting with a feral grunt, pumping his second creamy load deep inside Sayuri’s pulsing asshole. The feeling of his hot seed makes Sayuri orgasm again, and their mutual moans fill the tiny room.
They collapse in a sweaty tangle of limbs, his half-hard cock still nestled in her cummy asshole. Sayuri nuzzles Hiroshi’s neck, purring, “Saanii? Warrior of love? If I have this title – will you let me be your geek wifey?”
“H-hai!” Hiroshi replies hoarsely. “Gyaru wa watashi no joken da yo!”
With that promise, their digital dalliance ends – but another file transfer queue is already queuing up, ready for download. The studio lights fade to black as the camera zooms out, Sayuri’s giggling moans echoing from the speakers. The final frame freezes on Sayuri’s naughty wink, the credits rolling up her stockinged thighs. “Oshiri desu.” She will be back.
THE END
