Sexy Brunete Sumire Mizuno Is A Skinny Japanese Girl Who Having Hardcore Sex

The lightning fast flicker of the camera flashed, illuminating every intimate detail in stark definition. Sumire Mizuno, the star of this sordid cinematic spectacle, writhed on the king sized bed, handcuffed and bound. Her eyes flicked open, meeting the camera’s unrelenting gaze with a hungry glint of anticipation.

She was a vision, an anime come to life. Velvety skin, the porcelain delicacy of her features, a cascade of onyx hair splayed across the pillows. Her lithe body, a dancer’s physique, was clad in a lacy red number that did little to conceal her slender charms. Demure innocence in a silk package, but for the dark mark of arousal unfurling between her thighs.

A virile shadow fell across her small, pert breasts. The man towered over her, his chiseled physique T-shirted in black, his handsinds demanding as they deftly divested her of the flimsy barrier of her lingerie. She was nude now, exposed, every inch of her displayed for the camera’s unflinching ogle.

He toyed with her, trailing calloused fingers over the smooth plane of her belly, down to the thatch of black hair between her legs. Two fingers dipped into her slick folds, drawing a strangled gasp from her lips.Primitive desire ignited, staining her cheeks a pretty pink. Hooking her knees over his shoulders, he buried his face into the hem of her mons, his tongue a lash of velvet fire over her clit.

She cried out, the sound guttural and primal. Her fingers sank into his hair, nails scoring his scalp as she rode his mouth. He feasted upon her, a Bacchanale of lust and debauchery, as the camera circled in its relentless Figure Eight, catching every glistening thrust, every shuddering afterspasm of her release.

Spent, she collapsed against the pillows, a sheen of gossamer sweat on her brow. He took his stance between her splayed thighs, his cock a rigid column at her entrance. He took her then, in one violent thrust. The cry that ripped from her throat was rapture incarnate.

Slick. Hot. Tight. Those thoughts pounded through his brain, as he established a steady rhythm, his hips pounding against hers in a dance as old as time. A symphony of grunts and groans filled the room, punctuated by her breathless wailsthere positions changed, doggy style, then another, where her legs were draped over his shoulders, and he plunged into her deepest recesses, stroking her G-spot with ruthless precision.

The camera zeroed in on her face, the flush of exertion on her skin, the eerie perfection of her features twisted in the throes of ecstasy. “Ahh…ahh… so good… so deep,” she panted, a litany of lasciviousness on her tongue.

Buried to the hilt, he remained still, even as she thrashed and bucked, trying to coax out her climax. The denial was exquisite torture for them both. Only when he felt her inner muscles clench in anticipation, did he recommence the brutal tempo, his pelvis grinding against her engorged clit in merciless friction.

She came then, a scream tearing from her throat as her body convulsed, quaking in the aftermath of her orgasm. He followed, spilling his seed inside her with a roar, his cock pulsing in rough spurts even as she milked him for every last drop.

They collapsed, a tangle of sweat slicked limbs and heaving chests. In the aftermath of their passion, he brought out a toy, a buzzing implement of torture. He teased her, the soft vibrations dancing over her sensitized flesh until she was begging, pleading for release.

Positioned in a pretzel of limbs, she took his shaft back into her exquisite tightness, as the toy hummed between her legs. The sensations were overwhelming, and she crested again and again, her cries echoing off the walls as they raced to completion together.

Finally, with a mutual groan of satisfaction, they stilled, two sated souls intertwined in the wreckage of their lovemaking. The camera panned over their sweat sheened bodies, the damage strictly Eighteen and above. Big tits on a sleeve, tiny tits in the rainy nights, all of them whipped and defiled until the popcorn ran out.

And then, in a moment of tender domesticity, he cupped her cheek, tilting her chin up for a lingering kiss. A whisper of devotion and a farewell, as the unattainable fantasy dissolved into reality.