Asian Angel 10841 – AsianHappyEnding
In the pulsating heart of Tokyo, a dingy, nondescript office building houses a clandestine recording studio. The walls are paper-thin, and the air thick with the scent ofleyen and desperation. Here, in this dimly lit room, young Asian girls come to audition for the coveted role of “Asian Angel.”
The casting couch creaks under the weight of the latest hopeful, a petite Japanese girl with small, perky breasts and a cute button nose. Her name is Yumi, and she’s a fresh-faced 19-year-old with a dream of making it big in the adult video industry.
The casting director, a sleazy, middle-aged man named Hiroshi, lounges on the couch, his eyes roaming over Yumi’s lithe body. “Alright, Yumi-chan,” he says, his voice dripping with insinuation. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Yumi nervously steps in front of the camera, her hands trembling as she fumbles with the buttons on her shirt. She escults herself, revealing a lacy bra that barely contains her small, pert breasts. Hiroshi licks his lips, his eyes gleaming with lust.
“Dance for me, Yumi-chan,” he commands, his voice husky with desire. “Show me how much you want this.”
Yumi begins to sway her hips, her movements tentative at first but gaining confidence as she loses herself in the music. She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her small breasts bounce freely, the rosy nipples hardening under Hiroshi’s heated gaze.
Hiroshi unzips his pants, freeing his already stiff cock. He strokes it slowly, his eyes never leaving Yumi’s nubile body. “Come here, Yumi-chan,” he growls. “Put your mouth on my cock.”
Yumi approaches him on shaky legs, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement. She drops to her knees and takes Hiroshi’s cock into her small hand, marveling at its size and heat. She hesitates for a moment, then parts her lips and takes him into her mouth.
Hiroshi groans, his hips bucking forward as Yumi’s warm, wet mouth engulfs him. She begins to bob her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock. Hiroshi tangles his fingers in her silky hair, guiding her movements.
“Yumi-chan, you’re a natural,” he pants, his grip tightening in her hair. “I think you’ve got what it takes to be an Asian Angel.”
Yumi looks up at him, her eyes glazed with lust and pride. She doubles her efforts, taking him deeper into her throat until he hits the back of her throat. Hiroshi’s hips jerk as she sucks hard, her cheeks hollowing with the suction.
“What a good girl you are,” Hiroshi grunts, his balls tightening. “I’m going to cum down your throat, Yumi-chan. Swallow every drop.”
Yumi moans around his cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. With a guttural roar, Hiroshi explodes, his hot seed flooding Yumi’s mouth. She barely has time to register the taste before he’s pumping spurt after spurt down her throat.
Hiroshi releases his hold on Yumi’s hair, letting her pull back. She coughs and gasps, gasping for air. But when she looks up at him, there’s no regret in her eyes, only determination.
“Was that good enough, sensei?” she asks, her voice hoarse.
Hiroshi chuckles, tucking himself back into his pants. “Better than good enough, Yumi-chan. You’ve got the job.”
Yumi squeals with delight, flinging herself into Hiroshi’s arms. He catches her, his hands roaming over her smooth, supple body. “You’ve made me very happy, Yumi-chan,” he murmers, his lips brushing against her ear. “I can’t wait to see you in action.”
And so begins Yumi’s journey as an Asian Angel, a journey filled with pleasure, pain, and the unexpected. But that’s a story for another episode. For now, let’s just say that Yumi’s casting session was only the beginning. The real fun is just about to start.
