Sayaka Otonashi in Young Beauty Not Reach Prime

The sun had barely risen when Sayaka Otonashi tugged at her flimsy cotton robes, letting the silky garment slip off her pale shoulders. Sighing, she pouted at her reflection in the full-length mirror, tracing her dainty fingers along the curve of her modest bosom. Though she had just turned 18, the petite Japanese beauty couldn’t help but feel immature and small compared to the buxom axiomw felicity girls she often spied on.

Sayaka’s mind drifted to her envious thoughts as she stressed over her development, causing her nipples to stiffen under her thin negligee. She lifted the sheer fabric slightly, letting it pool around her narrow hips as she examined her body with a critical eye. Her flat tummy was slightly round compared to her mother’s, but her bony hips were even more slender. She untied the sash of her nightgown and let it fall to the floor, standing nude to scrutinize her bare frame in the mirror.

Her cerulean eyes wandered to her small mounds, each tipped with an erect pinkrose bud that puckered when she took a nervous breath. The tiny globes jiggled with the slightest movement, barely enough to fill a cup. The petite girl growled, thinking about her female classmates’ caricatured figures, before quickly turning around to see her model-thin body.

Her taut rear scarcely erupted out from her waist, displaying a teasing half-moon of porcelain skin. A thin thatch of musky curls lightly covered her hairless mound, the visible petals peeking invitingly between her thighs. Sayaka approached her bed and knelt on the soft mattress, letting her hips jut out as she looked behind her at her sparse backside, sighing wistfully. ”

‘If they saw me now, they would get such a laugh!’ the young Saya scoffed to herself.

Suddenly, Sayaka remembered she had to meet with a fellow classmate nameHisato to study for an upcoming test. She stood up, the girl’s bare feet padding softly over the tatami mats. As she slipped on a conservative sailor uniform, she frowned as the modest blouse strained to contain her pencil eraser-sized tits. Sayaka sighed in resignation and followed up by donning a bright red ribbon in her shoulder-length locks. She walked to her desk and gazed at the stack of textbooks she’d neglected all week.

A single tear rolled down her face

“I won’t let it beat me!” She firmly told herself before poking her head out of the sliding shoji door.

Sayaka peered down the hall, her young body flushed a pretty pink at the thought of his presence, though she tried to remain cool and collected. Finally, she caught a whiff ofHisato’s distinctive cologne. Sayaka stepped into the corridor with a soft “Moshi-moshi” before complimenting her classmate. Hisato smiled warmly and moved behind the nervous girl instinctively protect her from the ajar room.

He began to stall and delegated Sayaka to pick a promising location, intentionally flirting with her. She swallowed the sizeable lump in her Adam’s apple and scratched her head, biting on her lower lip nervously. After picking a secluded house at the end of the street, Sayaka felt prepared to speak. Hisato gripped her shoulders and turned her around slowly.

Then moved as delicate as a mouse he gently rub between her legs Her stomach carrying a baby. It seemed her study to a little brother, bajrept in her stomach. As soon as she left the room after a few minutes gave herself followed she could barely crust and began to make out his cock. At that moment She freaks and begins to suck his cock with crude wetness

Hisato grabbing her hair and fuck her mouth

She begins to moan under her cum sucker. as Hisato began with angry thrusts in her mouth

Sayaka he entered raw pokey pussy VRN-711. She cries out under shattered fuck. Her mouth pressed against him shimmered, inner muscles working to suck Himato’s rogue penis. Soon he screamed and woke up his gooey load in her cunt and she came too. Sayaka dominated by his raw, creamy first, he put her pussy in her puss.