Hinata Aizawa – Jav888 Tiny Blonde Fucked At The Spa
Title: “Hinata Aizawa: The Tome of Depravity at the Spa”
The day was sweltering, with the heat palpable in every breath. Hinata Aizawa, the petite blonde JAV star, found herself at an exclusive spa, seeking respite from the oppressive sun. Little did she know, the real heat was yet to come.
As she entered the spa, her delicate feet sank into the plush carpet, a stark contrast to the rigid soles she was accustomed to. Hinata, clad in a flimsy white robe that clung to her nubile form, felt the eyes of the staff upon her as she made her way to the changing room.
The changing room was a sanctuary of soft lighting and subtle aromas. Hinata let her robe fall to the floor, revealing her toned body, her pert breasts and her smooth, hairless mound. She slipped into the provided towel, the terry cloth rough against her sensitive skin.
She made her way to the sauna, the steam rising to greet her like an old friend. As she entered, she saw she was not alone. A burly, hairy man sat in the far corner, his eyes roving greedily over her body.
“Ah, a new visitor,” he rumbled, his voice a deep bass. “I am Yōsuke, the masseur here. Allow me to offer you my… special services.”
Hinata felt a shiver run down her spine, a mix of fear and arousal. She knew the risk she took coming to this spa, the rumors of what happened behind closed doors. Yet, she found herself drawn to the danger, to the promise of taboo pleasure.
“Yōsuke’s… special services?” she echoed, her voice breathy. “I’m intrigued. What exactly do they entail?”
Yōsuke grinned, his teeth white against his dark beard. “Come, let me show you.”
He stood, his towel slipping to reveal his massive, hairy cock, already semi-erect and throbbing with need. Hinata’s eyes widened, her mouth watering at the sight. She had never seen anything so large, so fierce.
Yōsuke led her to a secluded room, the air thick with tension. He instructed her to lay on the massage table, the cool leather a shock against her heated skin.
Starting at her feet, Yōsuke’s hands worked their way up her legs, his touch firm and insistent. Hinata bit her lip, her body already responding, a damp spot forming on the table beneath her.
He reached her thighs, his fingers dipping between them, teasing her already slick folds. Hinata gasped, her hips lifting involuntarily, seeking more of his touch.
Yōsuke chuckled, a wicked sound. “So responsive. I’ve barely started.”
He moved to her breasts, his calloused hands kneading the soft flesh, his thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened into stiff peaks. Hinata moaned, her hands fisting in the sheets, her body writhing under his ministrations.
“Yōsuke, please,” she begged, her voice a needy whine.
“Please what, Hinata?” he taunted, his fingers brushing against her clit, teasing her entrance. “Tell me what you want.”
“I… I want your cock,” she confessed, her face flushing with shame and desire. “I want you to fuck me.”
Yōsuke smiled, his finger sinking into her tight channel. “Since you asked so nicely…”
He positioned himself between her legs, his massive cock grazing her entrance. Hinata held her breath, bracing herself for the stretching, the pain. But Yōsuke was patient, his tip barely breaching her before he pulled back, over and over until she was dripping with need.
When he finally pushed into her, Hinata saw stars. She had never been so full, so utterly impaled. Yōsuke groaned, his eyes rolling back at her tight heat.
“Fuck, Hinata,” he grunted, his hips moving in a slow, torturous rhythm. “You’re so tight. Like a vice around my cock.”
Hinata could only moan, her body climbing higher and higher. Yōsuke’s pace picked up, his balls slapping against her ass, the sound obscene in the quiet room.
He pressed a thumb against her clit, rubbing in tight circles. That, combined with his relentless thrusts, sent Hinata crashing over the edge. She came with a scream, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around Yōsuke’s cock.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Yōsuke groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Where do you want it, Hinata? All over these perfect tits?”
Hinata’s eyes flashed open, a wicked idea forming. “No,” she panted. “I want it in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
With a last, powerful thrust, Yōsuke pulled out, his cock spewing thick, hot ropes of come all over Hinata’s open mouth. She moaned, greedily swallowing every drop, savoring the salty, musky taste.
As they caught their breath, Hinata couldn’t help but smile. The rumors were true. The spa was indeed the den of sin she had hoped for. And she was ready for round two.
The end.
