Asian Angel –

The “Asian Angel” video begins with a close-up shot of a mature Asian woman’s plump, pillowy breasts, her erect nipples poking through the thin, sheer fabric of her skimpy nightgown. A delicate hand reaches in from off-screen, caressing and tweaking the sensitive buds, eliciting a soft moan from her honeyed lips.

The camera pans out to reveal the woman, she appears to be in her late thirties or early forties, with long, silky black hair cascading down her shoulders and a heart-shaped face with high cheekbones and full, pouty lips. Her almond-shaped eyes are hooded and smoky with desire as she looks up at the camera with a coy, inviting smile.

“You like what you see?” she purrs, her voice low and sultry. “Come and get it, boys.”

The words have scarcely left her lips before a gaggle of young men are upon her, tearing at her flimsy gown until it hangs in tattered shreds from her shoulders. Their hands are everywhere, groping and fondling her curves until she is panting and writhing beneath them.

One of the men takes her face in his hands and kisses her deeply, his tongue plundering her mouth while another slides down her body, nuzzling between her thighs. She arches her back, spreading her legs wider as he laps at her already dripping folds, his nose buried in her neatly trimmed patch of jet black curls.

“Ooh, yes, that’s it,” she gasps, tangling her fingers in his hair. “Eat my pussy, you dirty boy. Make me cum.”

He moans in response, plunging his tongue deep inside her, flicking and circling her swollen clit until she is writhing, her juices slicking his chin. The others watch, stroking their hardening cocks, drooling at the sight of her debauchery.

Just as she starts to crest the peak, his mouth leaves her and she whines in frustration, but he shushes her, lowering his hard, throbbing member to her hungry mouth. “Open wide, Mama-san,” he commands. “Time to suck some dick.”

And she does, eagerly taking him into her hot, wet mouth, swirling her tongue around his thick shaft while her skilled fingers massage his heavy balls. He groans in bliss, fucking her face slowly, his cock bumping the back of her throat as she gags and slurps around him.

In the background, the other men have begun to free their own stiff rods, rutting against each other as they watch the erotic scene unfold. The woman, meanwhile, has pulled one of her huge, jiggling breasts free, rolling the perky brown nipple between thumb and forefinger as she slurps and sucks the thick, salty flesh in her mouth.

“It’s not enough,” she marvels, pulling back with a wet pop. “I need more. I need to be stuffed full.”

Her plea is answered by the men, who sidle in closer, their angry red cocks bouncing and bobbing obscenely. She moans as they begin to rub and grind their hard flesh against her skin, marking her breasts, her belly, her inner thighs with their slick pre-cum glaze.

Then the storm of climax hits her, the incredible stimulation too much to bear. She lets out a keening cry as her cunt clamps down on empty air, soaking the sheets beneath her as she bucks and thrashes. The men, sensing her vulnerability, pounce, mounting her in all her most intimate places.

“You want to feel this, don’t you, lips?” One of them asks, bringing his oozing dick to her lips. She nods breathlessly, opening wide, moaning as she feels him throb against her soft palate.

There is more, much more, but it would be lewd and grotesque to describe in detail. Let it suffice to say that the woman, this “Asian Angel”, takes the full force of the men’s lust and desire, allowing it to wash over her, flooding her senses and unconscious mind. She doesn’t fight it, doesn’t whimper or plead. Instead, she revels in the sensation, drinking in the tears and saliva and sweat that pour from their bodies in conjunction with theiroric ejaculations.

By the time they are done with her, she is prostrate beneath them, a dazed, satiated expression on her beautiful face. Her body is a canvas, painted in thick, milky lines of their semen, splattered from her hairline to her toes, pooling in the clef of her neck and the hollow of her bellybutton. She is beautiful and sickening, a vision of debased ecstasy.

“Was it good for you?” One of the men asks, panting. She laughs breathlessly in response, too tired to speak. Instead offers him a thumbs up, lying back to bask in the afterglow, the soft afternoon light slanting through the window reveling her in golden hues.

The camera lingers on her form, framing her glistening sex and cum-drenched breasts before scrolling up to capture the beatific, transcendent expression upon her features. She looks serene, blissful even, her eyes half-lidded, a small, satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth. And, finally, after a long, long moment, the screen cuts to black, the credits rolling over a faint, echoing laughter that tails into the void…