Busty Girl Sexy Bikini Squirts In Japanese Massage

Title: “Sexy Secret Squirts: A Sauna of Surrender”

Sualmente stimulating sprays secretly spurted in a steamy sauna setting – that sums up the scintillating scene presented in “Busty Girl Sexy Bikini Squirts In Japanese Massage.” This tantalizing tidbit shows why the orientally exotic world of Japanese erotic entertainment is so alluring and ahegao-abounding.

Our story begins in a reclusive resort hidden away amidst rolling hills of emerald rice paddies. A grand traditional Japanese onsen, or hot spring, sits serenely at the center of the compound, with wooden walkways winding their way around the property. The establishment specializes in a special kind of healing – the “kneading of knots,” if you catch our drift.

One particularly pent-up afternoon, a peachy-bottomed fox of a woman, Yumi, arrives for her booking. [REDACTED] has sent her to fulfill a very specific request – to soak the stress out of one privileged patron, Hiroshi. Yumi emerges from the steamy waters like Aphrodite rising from the sea, a white cotton yukata wrapped loosely around her ample assets. Her long raven locks glisten and her almond eyes sparkle with mischief.

She passes through a sliding shoji screen to enter Hiroshi’s private onsen chamber. Inside awaits the strapping young salaryman, steaming in the hot mineral water. At the first glimpse of Yumi’s busty bikini-clad beauty, his eyes nearly pop out of his head like a grade-schoolustainably ecstatic boy. But he needn’t erupt just yet – the best is yet to come.

Yumi wades into the onsen, her pert posterior padding the pool’s plunged depth with each tip-toed step. Heightened halitosis and horned breath reveal Hiroshi’s building excitement. The curvy creature makes her way to his side, ever so subtly grazing a jiggling jubblie against his toned torso. He inhales sharply through his nose and exhales in a satisfied hiss.

“Relax,” Yumi murmurs, one hand dissolving into the water’s womb of warmth while the other begins to gently knead Hiroshi’s shoulders. The soft brush of her bikini against his bare skin makes his latents lurch through the lagoon-like onsen. “This is to help melt your tension away…”

Her deft digits work presumably tense trapezius muscles, chiropractically coaxing convulsions of relief through his assemblage of beseeching bones. Yumi’s hovering hips plant themselves into Hiroshi’s lower back, that tantalizing about-face allowing her cheeks to caress his concealed derriere. A muffled groan emerges from the tub-battered babe.

Slowly, sensuously, Yumi allows the corded tie holding her bikini top together to tickle its way down Hiroshi’s spine. A beat passes before the brassiere slackens, slithers, and slips free. Hiroshi swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing in nervous anticipation, as Yumi’s melon-sized mounds rise freely toward his neckline. But she is a master of the tease – the water remains too murky to glimpse any star-plucked nipples.

Her boobed body begins to undulate with each slow, sensual massage stroke. Back and forth, an undulating ahem. Pressure builds between them – sexual steam and the scent of salty sweat create a sultry fog, muffling the muttered moans. Hiroshi throws his head back, surrendering to the seduction, as Yumi’s fingers dip lower, stroking the small of his back.

Yumi shifts her weight, one knee nimbly nudging between Hiroshi’s legs. His involuntary reaction allows her access, until the head of her hose meets the hot spot beneath his belt. They grind for a moment, a maddeningly mercurial mash-up of meat. But it seems that’s not enough for this naughty nymph.

Her hand snakes down, down, down, scrolling with downward strokes until it finds its way under Hiroshi’s underwear. A moment of considered resistance passes, and then he yields, spreading his legs slightly. Within the steamy fog, one can only imagine her digits curling around him, exploring his shaft, stroking his skin…

And then, the shocking swell of sensation – due to something other than the masseuse’s ministrations. In a wet plop, the onsen water ripples violently, in the wake of a persuasive, passion-filled projectile. Yumi has squirted her satisfaction, the force and speed of her sex attack causing quite a fountain-like commotion.

The sudden sensation is too much for poor prurient Hiroshi, who is pushed over the precipice, his package prosaising, surrendering his salty sap into the already soiled water. Their combined juices swirl, combining in a lewd lugal loop. They catch their ragged breath, pulse racing, bodies tingling with taboo tingles.

Yumi carefully wriggles upright, giving a deliberately delightful glimpse of her glistening sex through her serenely sunken bikini bottoms before stepping carefully out of the onsen. Hiroshi is left as an exhausted Buddha, mindlessly marveling at the memory of her momentous mojo, an unsung saint of sensual satiation.

The End.