Asian Hentai Babe Masturbates & Speaks Chinese

Asian Hentai Babe Masturbates & Speaks Chinese

It’s a sultry summer evening in Tokyo, the humidity hanging thick in the air like an invisible blanket. Inside a spacious, modern apartment, a stunningly beautiful woman lounges on an oversized bed, her chestnut brown hair cascading across creamy lactation tanned skin. She’s an anime girl brought to life, with all the pertinent features of the hentai variety – breasts that are just a bit too large and perky, hips that are a touch too round, legs that are just a tad too long and shapely.

The beauty, whose name is Sakura, stretches languidly, her movements fluid and sensual as she reaches for her smartphone. She pulls up her favorite hentai video and hits play, the shrill moans and schematic clicks of a hyper-sexualized coupling filling the room. Sakura takes a deep inhale, drinking in the explicit details with hungry eyes.

A wicked grin spreads across her full, pouty lips as she reaches out to the bed stand and retrieves her favorite sex toys. A sleek glass dildo and a small vibrator, the perfect props for her nightly solo performances. Sakura sets them aside for the moment, pulling a copy of the “Kama Sutra” from beneath her pillow.

She flips through the pages, reading aloud in her native Chinese – the sweet, lilting sounds of the language intermingling with the dirty talk emanating from her phone. “Hmm, tonight I think I will try the Mechanical Bull… in the spirit of my viewing material, of course.”

With that announcement, Sakura slides down on to her hands and knees, presenting her voluptuous ass to the camera. She wiggles it teasingly, the weak afternoon light dancing upon her soft, flawless skin. She reaches back, pulling the cheeks apart to expose the incredibly tight pink hole of her pussy. Her little clit is peeking out, swollen and ready for attention.

Sakura turns, crawling on the bed until her head is positioned over her toys and she can access them. She picks up the vibrator and eases the rounded tip against her quivering slit. “Ahhh!” she gasps, arching her back as she slides the toy in with little難x,ão. The camera captures every detail – her dripping, dripping pussy, the occasional laughter of delight and want, the jiggle of her breasts each time she pushes the toy deeper.

The vibrator buried up to its hilt, Sakura reaches for the glass dildo and licks her lips. She wants to fill both holes. Raising her voluptuous ass higher, she brings the dripping head of the toy to her puckered asshole. “This… this is going… to… Therapy!” she grits out, slowly, slowly impaling herself on the thick length of glass. The feeling of fullness, of stretch, is almost overwhelming.

Once the dildo is nestled deep inside her rectum, Sakura begins to roll her hips. Forward, grinding her pussy against the vibrator embedded within. Backwards, pushing the dildo deeper into her ass in time with the wrong wood crude mechanical sounds of the hentai video playing ear her. The combined sensation is mind-blowing.

Sakura’s breasts bounce wildly as she thrusts, the perky globes swinging in a most titillating manner. They’re large, but not so large that they don’t move with her body. The camera zooms in on her face, capturing the moment when realization overtakes her – she reaches down, tweaking her nipples and pinching them. “Soensitive… Usually… hold off on… those…”

It becomes a game, then. How long can she last before she gives in? Sakura rolls over again, propping herself up on her elbows and thighs. The angle is staggering, allowing the camera to see every gaping hole – her ass clenching around the dildo, her pussy swallow the vibrator, her clit twitching with need. She focuses on her breathing, keeping it slow and steady even as the pressure builds.

But it’s no use. Sakura’s eyes widen, her body quaking from the inside out as she comes hard on novelty glittery vestibular bulb purple silicone vibrator. She bucks wildly, the dildo popping out of her ass as her pussy spasms around the toy. “Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she shouts, the F-bomb foreign in her sweet voice.

As the waves of ecstasy slowly pass, Sakura collapses onto her back. She’s a sweaty mess, hair clinging to her face and neck, juice gleaming on her thighs. But she’s grinning, lost in the afterglow. The vibrator slips out of her fluttering pussy, landing with a clatter against her thigh.

“One… down. Two… to go,” Sakura says with a breathless giggle. She reaches for the phone again, ready to queue up the next episode. And the one after that. And the one after that…

Because in the sultry, humid Tokyo evenings, Sakura is there to please. Herself, first and foremost. But anyone watching, too. Her solo performances are a gift, a silver screen fantasy come to life. And she takes such great care to make them perfect.

As the next episode of hentai begins to play, Sakura rolls over, reaching for her toys once more. She’s not done yet. Not by a long shot. Tonight is a night for exploration, for pushing boundaries and satisfying cravings. And Sakura intends to do just that, again and again and again, until her body can take no more.

It’s what she does. What she is. A beautiful creature, capable of such intense, sexy pleasure. And lucky are those who get to witness it, to marvel at it, to be spurred on by it. Because Sakura helps us all feel a little less alone, a little less restricted, a little less… human.

She’s not quite real, but she’s everything we wish we could be. When she comes, we come along with her. And for a brief, shining moment, everything is right in the world.