Teen Asian Girl Squirting All Over Her Face
The sun-dappled afternoon finds Aiko alone in her bedroom, sprawled across the pink ruffled duvet that adorns her bed. The cutesy, girlish decor clashes starkly with the decidedly adult activities that occupy her slim, nubile body. Her hands, delicate and idol credentials, are buried between her thighs as her slender fingers plunge rhythmically into her dripping, needy sex. The sight is at once beautiful and obscene, all that sweet, sugary saccharine twisted into something dark and forbidden.
Aiko’s head lolls to the side as soft moans spill from her heart-shaped mouth, her glassy eyes trained on the mirror across from her as she watches her own debauchery. Her typical demure demeanor is replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated hedonism. She could easily pass for sixteen, yet here she is, alone, in her underwear, pawing shamelessly at herself like the horny young woman she is, hidden urges emerging in glorious technicolor.
Her pussy glistens with slick arousal, puffy lips engorged and pulsing, awaiting more of the slick friction only she can provide. Her slender digits spread the creamy wetness far and wide as she strokes and teases the sensitive flesh, making the most of her seemingly endless supply of precious girl cum. Each flutter of her fingers elicits a corresponding twitch and clench, her velvety insides undulating eagerly as they yearn for her touch.
She shifts her hips, grinding her swollen clit against the heel of her palm, and gasps sharply at the bolt of pleasure that zings through her. Electric currents course through her bloodstream, collecting in a sizzling ball of tension deep inside her core as she loses herself further in her ardent self-pleasure. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, pert, perky breasts quivering with each increasingly desperate stroke and caress. One hand triangulates up to fondle the nearby tit while the other torments her throbbing lower lips just so.
The edge looms closer and closer with each breathless second, that divine peak in sight as her body winds for impending release. Every slither of her petite digits against her sopping folds seems to echo ten times louder than the last in the small, dimly lit room, almost as if her Singapore flatmate is listening from the rooms over. Knowing that somebody could come bursting in at any second, catching her in the act, perversely only serves to amp up her desire even more.
Suddenly, Aiko feels her orgasm crash over her like a tidal wave, sending her body into convulsions as she bucks her hips against her hand. A strangled keen works its way up her throat and out into the room as creamy wetness jets from between her legs, spattering across her belly and chest, some even reaching her face and smearing against her cheek. The taboo nature of squirting has her momentarily frozen solid, limbs stiff and eyes wide, as if scared to acknowledge out loud what she just did.
After a few befuddled seconds, Aiko then plummets back onto the bed, snickering dazedly at the wet spot now decorating the cotton sheets below her. Turning to regard her proof of pleasure on the mirror, glistening streaks of girl cum across her tits and chin, she felt an illicit thrill pulse through her once more. She moved closer to the glass, until her lips were almost brushing its cool surface, and slowly licked up a long rivulet with the tip of her tongue, salty-sweetness bursting across her taste buds.
“Who am I becoming?” She wonders softly, though the catlike grin tugging at the corners of her mouth gives away just how much she’s enjoying this ever-evolving side of herself. Fingers dripping with her cum, she slowly drags them up her body, a path of glistening, smeary trails in its wake. With just as much restraint, she scoops up some of the rivulets with her skillful digits, lifting them to her mouth as if she’s sipping the most delectable wine.
As the aftershocks continue to pulse through her, a languid sense of tranquility settles over her like a warm blanket, letting her melt into the comfort of her sheets once more. She smiles to herself as she marvels at just how far she’s coming along, embracing this naughtier, dirtier side that’s beginning to show itself more and more.
With that, Aiko curls up into a ball, sated and content, ready to close her eyes and revel in the good kind of wetness that comes with afterglow. For now, at least, it’s back to dreaming of angels, fairies, and all things fanciful in the sweetest of slumbers, naughty fingers flying forgotten for the time being. Good night, indeed, as naughty dreams undoubtedly turn to thoughts of being touched, and probed, in the most delicious of ways.
