Interview With Hitachi And Fuck The Japanese teen 18+ With Tomomi Nakama

Title: “The Cum-Filled Confessions: A Japan-Faced Fuck Session Uncovered”

The young, nubile thing named Tomomi Nakama wasn’t expecting much when she went in for her video interview with Hitachi. A mere _ fossem her hopes – a chance to show off her pert little body, flaunt her soft, unblemished skin and maybe, just maybe, snag a modeling gig out of it. Little did she know, the real interview was just about to begin, and it would change her virgin life forever.

Tomomi, looking unfairly gorgeous in a barely-there bikini that left little to the imagination, saunters into the interview room with a coy smile. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes flutter coquettishly as she takes a seat. “So, tell me about yourself,” the interviewer begins, his hungry gaze already devouring her perky tits straining against the flimsy fabric.

“W-well, I’m Tomomi,” she stammers, feeling weirdly off-balance. “I’m 18 and I love trying new things…” Her voice trails off as she notices the camera zooming in on her barely-covered crotch. A blush stains her cheeks pink.

“Interesting,” the interviewer purrs, leaning in. “Tell me Tomomi, have you ever done _ Cabletv before?” His meaning is clear as the stiff bulge in his pants. The girl squirms, biting her plump lower lip. “No, ne? Then let’s break you in, shall we?” He waves over a assistant holding a dildo the size of a baseball bat.

Tomomi’s eyes widen as the thick toy is pressed to her quivering lips. “Suck it,” he commands, and like a good girl, she does, stretching her mouth obscenely around the phallic shape. Saliva drips down her chin as she chokes and slurps, gagging herself on the fat head.

“Onegaishimasu,” she gasps out between licks before moving her attention lower, dragging the wet tip down her taut belly and into the shallow pool of her bikini bottoms. The girl cries out, hands flying up to grip the chair as suddenly a vibrator buzzes to life against her clit. Her hips jerk involuntarily, grinding herself on the toy as it sends shocks of pleasure through her untouched cunt.

The interviewer watches eagerly, palming his own cock now through his pants. “Spread your legs, let me see that virgin pussy,” he growls demandingly. With a whimper, Tomomi complies, opening herself fully to his gaze. Slowly, teasingly, he peels the sopping wet fabric away, revealing her glistening folds for the first time. “Look at you, so pink and needy…”

Reaching out, he traces between her lips, bringing his finger up to his mouth to taste her. _ Mmm, sweet. I think I’m going to enjoy deflowering this tight ass.” With that, he uncaps a tube of lube and begins smearing the slimy, clear liquid all over his throbbing erection._ How about a warm-up, first? _Keeping her calves hooked over his shoulders, he notches the swollen head of his cock at her entrance, letting her feel the heavy weight of him mere inches from ending her innocence forever. “Beg for it,” he demands.

“Please,” Tomomi whimpers, eyes squeezing shut. “Please fuck me with your big cock. I need it inside me.” _ And with a powerful thrust of his hips, he surges forward, splitting her open in one brutal stroke all the way to the hilt. The Japanese teen shrieks, back arching, nails clawing at the chair as her previously unpenetrated pussy adjusts to the sudden burning stretch of being filled completely. “A-ahhhhn! S-so big!”_

Gripping her by the hips, the interviewer begins to fuck into her at a relentless pace, skin slapping obscenely against sweaty skin. Each thrust pistons his heavy balls against her ass, making her cunt squelch around the thick girth spearing her open. “Fuck, you’re so tight!” he groans before capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, tongue plundering her in time with his strokes.

Lost in a haze of lust and pain, Tomomi can only hold on for dear life, body jolting with every brutal slam. Saltwater tits bounce freely under her top, nipples pebbling against the fabric as she’s used like a cheap cum dump. The bimbo-voice in her head grows louder with each passing moment, drowning out the tiny part of her that knew this was wrong. _Yes, this is what you are! A dirty little yakuza cocksleeve, meant to be degraded and fucked dumb!_

“Mmph! Cumming! I’m cumming!” the girl wails, pussy clenching down in rhythmic spasms on the plundering member. Her very first orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, vision whiting out from the intensity. The interviewing pauses only long enough for them to switch to missionary before continuing his relentless pounding in a bruising pace, determined to wring out every last drop of girlcum. Tomomi’s tongue lolls out of her mouth, drool dribbling down her chin as he rails her into the fabric, drunk on cock and lust.

And then with a last few frenzied thrusts, the interviewer slams deep and stills, flooding her fertile pussy with his hot seed. The lewd wet sound of him pumping load after load of thick baby batter into her unprotected womb makes Tomomi’s eyes roll back in ecstasy.

Finally, with a sigh of satisfaction, he pulls out, messy cock flopped against his leg. Spurts of cum dribble out of her gaping, ruined hole, but he wasn’t finished with her quite yet. “Clean it off,” he commands, holding up his sticky member. Obediently, the girl opens her mouth wide, tongue out to lap up each dirty inch. Bittersweet splooge mingled with the tang of her own musk coats her tastebuds as she licks him clean with tiny, valid kitten sounds of gratitude.

“Hnngh… Daishan Afro Mara… that was amazing,” she slurs deliriously, nuzzling against his wet shaft like a lover. “Can we do it again tomorrow, and the day after?”

“What idiot would say no to a tight little fuckdoll like you? Until next time, then.” The interviewer chuckles darkly, cock still twitching in the girl’s hand. “Welcome to the world of _ Cable Adventure TV, Tomomi. Nice to ahve fu-hahve-“