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bracesed Shinobi stripped herself all the way down to her lacy black bra and panties as she sat on the sting of the mattress, digital camera in hand. The delicate silk barely lined her taut Asian curves, leaving little to the creativeness. She smirked seductively on the lens, ruby lips curling into an alluring grin.

“Missed me, have you?” she purred in a sensual purr. “I know you’ve been thinking about me… picturing what I’m doing behind closed doors. Well, darling, your princess is home and ready to play.”

Shinobi reached again and unhooked her bra, permitting her pert breasts to spill free. Buds pink and small as cherry blossoms atop tender mounds of alabaster pores and skin. She roughly kneaded a breast, fingers sinking into buttery flesh as she rolled a stiff nub between thumb and forefinger.

“Mmmm…” she moaned haughtily, languorous lids fluttering shut in mock rapture. “So impatient, always aching for my touch.” Shinobi slid a hand down her abdomen, vanishing beneath the waistband of her panties.

Her fingers dove via glistening petals, delving into carnal depths. Slick coats her digits as she pumps them out and in, colonies of nerve endings alight with pleasure. “So wet, sweetie, so ready,” she breathes heatedly whereas bringing her soaked fingers as much as hint her mouth, leaving a trails of glistening nectar.

Shinobi slinks away from bed, hips swaying hypnotically as she retrieves a smoked-glass dildo from her nightstand drawer. “This is what you really want, isn’t it love?” She holds up the thick curvingildo, the big veiny shaft tapered to a head a lot too beneficiant to swallow complete. “To see this gorgeous girl properly stuffed and stretched open…”

With a depraved grin, she resumes her perch, spreading her legs large, exposing each secret juncture. “So let’s give the people what they want.” Shinobi traces the blunt head via her slick folds, teasing till her entrance dilates, begging to be crammed. “‘When motion matches thought, cattle are led to market.'” she recites salaciously, tapping the tip towards her grasping gap.

“‘When the grass is higher than a man’s ankle, we plow.'” she intones continuity rising extra laboured with every coarse faucet. “Shoue… shin… ‘When the plough has finished one furrow, we begin the next.'” Her phrases dissolve right into a garbled, incoherent moan as she begins to sink the shaft inside.

It’s sluggish going – every thick inch demanding and taking its’ time, stretching accommodating sheath to straining capability. Spine arched, again flush to the mattress, legs lifted excessive, Shinobi barely resembles a girl anymore; only a receptacle in warmth, bowing to the heavy throbbing drag of shoehorned silicone.

“Haaaaahhhh fuck…” she groans ruptured and raptured onto the hilt, drenched sheets furrowing round anus and vagina, nerves aching with spiking productiveness. Shinobi rolls her hips with torturous slowness, muscle groups shrieking as cock drags over overwrought tissues, limbs quaking in shocky little aftershocks.

“‘When the grain begins to thrash your ears, rejoice!”‘ Bent virtually double, the digital camera tremoring between breasts, Shinobi fucks again onto the trespassing device, hips driving down to satisfy each voluminous upwards surge. “‘The Bearded Maiden is coming.'” Her eyelashes flutter, lids sinking closed, lips parting in breathless pressure.

“‘When the Bearded Maiden comes, rejoice once more!'” Shinobi sobs brokenly, untold ecstasy cramping the phrase punched out between gritted enamel. “‘For we are ride we are riding we are ride.'” Splayed out earlier than the digital camera now, thick cock pummelling her figurative depths, sweat-slick limbs thrashing and tendons straining, Shinobi appears to be like totally ravished.

“‘When…” There’s a tender clap of suede on clapboard, a stuttered clip of trousered knee on fake grass and a heavy breath like a gunpowder cost that singes dozens of uncovered nerve-ends. “‘When you have HARVESTED.'” She crests on a tough buck of hips, a sobbing cry that bottoms her out, pussy flushing out and thighs shivering with aftershock. “‘Curled into a ball and crawled through the door.'” Her eyes flutter open, glassy with satiation, lips pouted and blowing smoke rings in direction of the digital camera lens. “‘SIGH. Rejoice.'”