Grey Stockings Bikini
With a sultry pout, the alluring Japanese beauty slid her voluptuous thighs into a pair of sheer, smoky grey stockings. The delicate material hugged her toned legs like a second skin, emphasizing every supple curve. She arched her back, thrusting out her ample bosom as she reached behind to unclasp her lacy black bra. Her perky breasts bounced free, the rosy nipples already stiff with anticipation.
Next, she shimmied into a tiny bikini bottom, the fabric scarcely covering her hairless mound. The bunched sides strained against her plump hips, accentuating her narrow waist. She flicked back her long, silky ebony tresses and checked her reflection, licking her crimson lips.
Turning to face the camera, she struck a pose, hands on her hips. “Kon’nichi wa,” she purred in her native tongue, “Nice to meet you.” Her seductive gaze held the viewer captive.
Slowly, teasingly, she walked her fingers up her body, pausing to caress a full breast. Rolling her hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger, she let out a soft moan. The faint aroma of her arousal permeated the air.
Bending at the waist, she picked up a sinuous black strap from the floor. It was one of the braces of her garter belt. Cruel leather gleamed against her tanned skin as she hooked the strap around her thigh, cinching it tight. Her pert rear stuck up enticingly, the bikini bottom lost in the cleft between her cheeks.
She attached the other brace in kind and stood, donning the remaining black straps across her ribcage. Adjusting the belt low on her hips, she faced the camera once more. Her dusky brown areolas stood out against the white shuddered bikini fabric. Glancing down demurely, she fingered the edge of the barely-there garment, tugging it aside to give a tantalizing peek at her glistening slit. The effect was positively wicked.
Next, she picked up the long, slender black riding crop. Running it up her thigh, she tilted her head back, savoring the cool leather gliding over her sensitive skin. Arching a brow, she tapped the tip against her mound, letting it trace her labia. A gasp escaped her plush lips.
Suddenly, she swung the crop down across the crest of her breasts, the sound sharp and stinging. Her eyes flashed with devilish delight. Again and again, she struck herself, leaving blooming red welts on her breasts and hips. Moans and gasps punctuated each crack of the crop against flesh.
She threw the offending implement aside like a tomato in a tomato fight. Fumbling behind her back, she loosened the bikini strings and let the flimsy triangles flutter to the floor. Now bare, she palmed her breasts and tweaked her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. Throwing her head back, she sighed in pleasure and continued her sensual exploration, dipping down to rub the aching bud of her clit.
On and on she went, fingers flying over her cunny, juices dripping down her thighs, hooded grey eyes locked on the camera. Her arousal scented the air, as heavy as the crystalline drops of her perspiration. Reaching climax, she cried out, thighs trembling and toes curling. She rode out each wave of ecstasy before collapsing back on a plush sofa in sated bliss.
But she wasn’t finished quite yet. Fetching another sinuous leather strap, perhaps a collar, she wrapped it around her neck, pulling it snug. The smooth leather creaked under her fingers. She ran it up and rubbed the thong tail across her parted lips, licking the hard knot pointedly.
Her eyes flamed with a wicked light as she turned to the camera one last time and moistened her lips lasciviously. In that moment, she was the very personification of raw, primal desire and she knew it. With a wicked wink, she crooked a finger at the viewer as if to beckon them closer, to taste forbidden fruit. And then, as she faded from view, the tantalizing, titillating video came to a close, its dirty promise lingering in the air.
