Atsuko Asano AV I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asanodol Catalog

At the Urecco Asian AV Idol and Model Actress Underground Network, we specialize in Videos and Pictures of the TOP MODELS of the Orient,
and can now boast to have the LARGEST selection of the Asian Top and Super Model society.
300 Gigabytes and we add new girls found in Osaka and Tokyo streets every day !!!!!
For the URECCO TOP MODEL ONLINE MAGZINE, click here

Quick Pick AV Idol and Gravure Actress Movie/Picture catalogs

Azumi Kawashima	Rina Sawaguchi
Aiko Sato	Rio Sannomiya
Mia Masuda	Kazumi Murata

Aika Miura - her home page

Junko Asanuma

The Megasites here are the absolute of all absolutes the amount of videos and picture galleries they have is unmatched !

OSAKA-GIRLS.COM

In Bunkasha.com, you will find the most incredible collection of KOGAL (little Japanese Schoolgirls), getting raped, and filmed in their most intimate situations. 275 !!!! Gigabytes later, YOU WILL WANT MORE
"...fucking heavy. You guys filled my hard drive, and I had to go buy some more hard drives, and they filled up too so I went to get a CD burner, and 2 months later, I'm still burning CD's. I simply don't know when I will stop. I love it, keep at it.
[Robert Watson]

URECCO.COM

In Urecco.com, you will find the most awesome collection of MODELS, TOP MODELS, TRYING MODELS, WHOREZ, and the most incredibly beautiful girls on this planet. All Naked, and also getting Fucked !!
"...if I would have ASKED for a better collection, I could not have gotten it. You guys rock my world !"
[Steve Meissig]

HENTAIBITCH.COM

In Hentaibitch.com, just as the name implies, you will find your favorite girl, getting beaten with sticks, bound to the ceiling, and crying for more.
the main reason you do this, is so that their tight cunts may open nice and wide so you can penetrate them nice, easy and deep, slowly ...
"...you guys are crazy. You even have a picture of a friend of mine from Nagoya, smoking in a bar, then how the hell did you get pictures of her strapped to a chair, crying ???...."
[Toshi]

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

SEX Fantasies

CLICK HERE for HARDCORE TEEN SEX CLUBS Anticipation - 4 And so I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano slept. And if I dreamed, it was too deep to remember. I have VAGUE memories of perhaps a quiet click of a door, maybe a soft rustle of clothing, or the slight settling of the bed as a weight eases down on it. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asanof I noticed them while I slept, it was most likely in the context of a dream. I woke slowly and languidly, my body arching in a fluid, feline stretch as my muzzy brain tried to figure out where I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano was. When I remembered, I sat up in a flash and fixated on the space next to me. The covers had been thrown back, and the bed had been slept in. A dark object tugged at the edge of my vision, and I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano turned to see a large black duffle tossed on the easy chair. He had come back. Brian had come back. And the hushed silence of the room attested to the fact that he was no longer there. "SHIT!" I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano pounded the covers futilely, my face flushing with frustration. I couldn't believe he had come and gone without waking me! I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano was livid! ont>
...deflated. As quickly as my anger flared, so it died. My intellect reasoned that he had probably come back late and exhausted and, seeing me fast asleep, had decided it was the best idea for both of us. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano

CLICK HERE for HARD PISSING ON YOUR FACE
heaved a deep sigh, and slumped against the headboard. Last night, as I had fallen asleep, I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano would have given anything to be with a man that had no concern for my fatigue or his, a man that would not have hesitated to wake me and ravage me immediately, him giving no quarter and me taking none, tearing at each other like wild animals in heat... I was letting my imagination, and my continued frustration, get the better of me again. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano lounged for several more moments, luxuriating in the richness of my self-pity. The pulsing fire and need between my legs had cooled during the night, but there was a distinct tension in my body, a universal tautness of muscle and sinew, which betrayed my latent desire, coiled like a spring inside me, capable at any moment to erupt into full-blown fuck-lust. I extricated myself from the twisted Atsuko Asanoets of the bed and freshened myself up in the bathroom, splashing water on my face, combing my hair, and brushing my teeth. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano pulled my robe off its hanger and onto me, tying it loosely about my waist. Now I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano looked decent enough to order breakfast. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the phone. I rang room service and ordered a bowl of fresh fruit, a couple of muffins, and an orange juice to be sent up. Then, feeling slightly more awake and industrious, I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano picked up strewn clothes and made the bed, tidying up Atsuko Asanoe and there simply because I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano had nothing better to do. When the knock at the door came, I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano received my food and forked over a tip to the pimply-faced kid that delivered it, then sprawled out again on the bed with my food, my juice, and the remote control to the television. A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou. Hardly. I thumbed on the t.v. and began flipping through the numbers, perusing channel after channel of increasingly insipid programming, while idly nibbling on my food. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asanot quickly became obvious that the motel's vaunted 'deluxe cable' was a lost cause, and I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano was about to turn the t.v. off when a computerized data screen caught my attention. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asanot was a listing of pay-per-view offerings available by phone-order. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano scanned the listings, and noticed with some surprise that one of the p.p.v. channels offered was an adult movie channel. And according to the timetable, a feature had just started. I distractedly gnawed a piece of fruit, a slice of juicy honeydew melon, while I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano considered this new option. As I stared blankly at the screen, contemplating, the possibility of a little visual titillation seemed increasingly attractive. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano hesitantly picked up the receiver to the phone, glanced once more at the screen, and resolutely dialed the listed number. I was answered by a computerized voice, much to my relief - thoughts of sleazy motel managers exploiting the knowlege of my horniness and my room number made me extremely uneasy - and made my selection by touch tone. Then I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano quickly hung up the phone. Suddenly I was seized by an inexplicable and delicious sense of naughtiness, accompanied by a tiny fluttering of guilt. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano quickly abandoned the guilt. After all, for a woman in my condition, a nice cheezy porno flick could probably be considered therapeutic. The naughtiness, however, I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano kept for later use. I again made myself comfortable on the bed, piling both the large pillows behind my back, leaning back against them such that I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano could watch the television at a comfortable angle. Then I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano relaxed and sucked the juice out of my slice of melon while I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano waited for the show to begin. Abruptly it did. The data screen winked out, the screen blanked for a moment, then flickered back on again to reveal the feature already in progress. The scene was a game room, with a big green billiard table dominating the center of it. Bending over the bumper board, cue stick in hand, was a gawdily painted woman of luscious proportions, dressed in a short pink dress. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano'll call Atsuko Asano Jane. Then a tall, lean man, whom I will call John, clad only in a tight pair of jeans, moved into view and pressed himself against Atsuko Asano rear, ostensibly to help guide Atsuko Asano grip on the stick as Atsuko Asano aimed for the cue ball. This action, of course, included the mandatory pelvic grind, where the young stud rubs his groin against the girl's ass. I stopped eating my melon, and watched fixedly. Mandatory pelvic-grind still in progress, John slid his hands up Jane's arms and down Atsuko Asano sides, then up Atsuko Asano stomach to grasp her tits through her dress. Jane turned Atsuko Asano attention from the targeted cue ball to the targeted man, looking over Atsuko Asano shoulder with heavy-lidded eyes and pouting mouth. Abruptly Atsuko Asano turned in his arms, and they went at each other. He lifted Atsuko Asano easily to sit Atsuko Asano on the edge of the pool table while Atsuko Asano wrapped Atsuko Asano arms around his neck, and they began kissing rabidly. My slice of melon still held to my lips, I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano began licking it slowly, my tongue running around the tip of the succulent, curved spear. The camera flashed in for a closeup of their tongues, twining and lashing against each other outside their mouths, then flashed back again as they parted and began groping feverishly at each other. John took hold of Jane's elastic scooped neckline and yanked it down, revealing full, pointed breasts. The neckline snapped back underneath them, framing them and pushing them up for his inspection. Atsuko Asano hands, meanwhile, were snaking down his back to clench his ass, pulling his hips into Atsuko Asanos. He ground his pelvis between Atsuko Asano legs. I alternated between sucking and licking my melon slice, as my eyes were transfixed on their enmeshed hips. My pussy had begun to pulsate again, and I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano could almost feel the pressure of the man's hard bulge nudging my clit. John bent to suck and lick at Jane's tits, while Atsuko Asano made a great show of gasping and moaning encouragements like, "Oooh, that feels so goooood..." John, with his arms under Atsuko Asano back, lowered Atsuko Asano to lie back on the pool table, Atsuko Asano legs still over the edge, while the camera graced us with a close up of his tongue flicking against Atsuko Asano hard nipples. With one hand I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano tugged at the belt of my robe, and it parted to either side of me, baring my naked breasts and midriff. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano slid the melon out of my mouth and let it trail lightly over my chin, then down my throat, to slide wetly between my breasts. As I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano watched the young stud at work, I started to tease one nipple with the tip of the fruit, the wet, sticky juice clinging to my turgid nozzle. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano treated my other tit to the same, and gleefully rubbed sticky melon juice all over my breasts, all the time watching the action on the television. The young stud was now bent over Jane, kissing a trail down Atsuko Asano body as he slowly peeled the dress off of Atsuko Asano, pulling it under hips and pushing it down off Atsuko Asano legs. Atsuko Asano writhed under his lips as he slobbered a path down Atsuko Asano stomach, and was clutching his hair as his face dove between Atsuko Asano legs, tongue extended for lapping and diving into her lightly furred snatch. His hands slid under Atsuko Asano ass and literally lifted Atsuko Asano pussy to his face as he ate Atsuko Asano. I watched rapturously, rubbing my breasts and torso down with the slice of melon, part of my consciousness admiring the sticky shine of my front, almost reflecting the image of the set. As Jack continued his oral assault and Jane thrashed and moaned and writhed on the table, I let one hand stray down to stroke my inner thighs, feeling my moisture covering a wide area. The camera panned in on the image of John's face as it disappeared between the woman's legs, showing quantity if not quality of exposure. Typical soft porn fare, but my hot and lusty mind was already filling in the missing picture of his tongue nudging apart Atsuko Asano slick pussy lips and diving inside, trenching Atsuko Asano out, then licking Atsuko Asano clit. All this in my one-track imagination while the camera maintained its almost demure position over the woman's belly, catching glimpses of Jack's head snaking back and forth, accompanied by impressive slurping noises. My slick hand was now firmly embedded between my own legs, and I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano stroked myself, my index finger sliding up and down over my clit to the irregular rhythm of the panting participants on the screen. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano watched as John lifted one hand, pantomiming the act of slipping some fingers into Jane's hungry cunt. Again, where the camera neglected to provide a better view, my imagination obliged with a flashed image of two fingers pushing into her, spearing between Atsuko Asano pussy lips as his tongue continued to lash at her clit, jamming all the way down to the knuckles of his meaty hand. At the same time, I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano shoved two fingers of my hand up my hole, my hips now writhing much like Jane's were, and started slowly fucking my fingers in and out of my cunt. John continued to pretend to lap at Jane's pussy for a while, and Jane eventually faked a melodramatic orgasm. At this point, John removed his face and fingers from between Jane's legs, and the camera angle changed to a shot of John's ass, discreetly and hypocritically avoiding unsightly full male frontal nudity, as he unfastened his jeans and pushed them off his hips to lie in a heap around his ankles. He roughly grabbed Jane's thighs and pulled Atsuko Asano to the very edge of the pool table, stepped up between them, and 'fisted' his cock into Atsuko Asano pussy. All of it fake. All of it cheezy. But it didn't matter to me. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asanon my mind's eye, John revealed his prick in all its throbbing glory, and I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano followed it mentally all the way to the entrance to Jane's steaming cunt, my imagination creating a scene so vivid I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano gasped as it entered Atsuko Asano slowly, filling Atsuko Asano inch-by-turgid-inch. My imagination wasn't the only part of me that was active. As my fevered mind created a scene of mind-blowing eroticism, the poor slice of honey- dew melon was getting more mileage than any fruit deserves. After smearing its juice all over my body, mingling it with my own sweat, I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano used it to tease my clit, the still-cool flesh of the melon sending shivers through me, and the slightly gritty texture of it drove me wild. After I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano had had all I could stand of this gourmet stimulation of my clit, I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano inserted the end of the melon into my clutching snatch and pushed it slowly in. The sensation was heavenly, and the irregular shape of the melon slice stretched my insides in an entirely new way. Again I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano found myself writhing like Jane, only my show was real. John was now making an impressively manly display of grunts and groans, and his ass cheeks were a sight to behold as he pounded into Jane with blinding speed, Jane's entire body jarring with each thrust, developing, I was sure, one hell of a felt burn on Atsuko Asano back. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano mimicked their mimickry by picking up the pace with my fruit dildo, working it vigorously in and out of my cunt. My breathing was gradually getting out of control, and when I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano added my other hand again to play with my clit, I pushed dangerously close to orgasm very quickly. On the screen though, John abruptly stopped his maniacle pummeling of Jane, and the camera gave the viewers a 'buns-eye' view of John turning Jane around on the pool table, so that Atsuko Asano head hung slightly off the bumper, tilting backward. Jane lifted Atsuko Asano hands to Atsuko Asano mouth, and conveniently obscured the view of John's cock disappearing between Atsuko Asano lips and filling Atsuko Asano oral cavity. Not so with THIS viewer; I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano saw John's cock clearly, as a figment of my imagination, sliding between those painted, ruby-red lips of Jane's, watched Jane work Atsuko Asano throat around his long prick. While Jane swallowed his meat, John reached down to squeeze and maul Atsuko Asano tits with his hands, and whispered lewd obscenties as he fucked Atsuko Asano mouth with his phantom penis. I had almost cried with frustration when John had 'pulled out' of Jane's snatch. But, remaining faithful to the action on the set, I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano slowly pulled the melon slice out of my grasping pussy and, my eyes fixed on John as he went through the motions of pushing his cock into Jane's mouth, slid the melon spear between my own lips. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano sucked on it vigorously, its juices and mine wetting my tongue and whetting my appetite, as I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano flicked my tongue against it. The taste was tangier than it had been, and of course the fruit wuch warmer than it had been before, but it was my favorite part of breakfast, and I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano gulped it greedily. My hand, however, had not stopped its action against my cunt, and took up the slack the melon had left by replacing it with three fingers, digging deep inside me. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano felt my orgasm approaching again, and finally the pleasure was too much. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano closed my eyes, and let the melon slice fall forgotten from my hand, which I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano returned eagerly to assist. My resolve to postpone my orgasm for Brian had completely dissolved, and I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano knew that there was no stopping me this time. Jane's theatrical cries and groans were drowned about by the pounding of my blood in my ears and my own soft cries of pleasure. The world narrowed to this moment on this bed and these fingers and this pussy and I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano was cumming, oh shit, finally, I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano was cumming... Suddenly strong hands were gripping my wrists, and I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano felt my arms being lifted up and pinned by my head, and a heavy weight descended onto me. The void left by my flying fingers was almost instantly replaced by something much larger, much hotter, and infinitely more satisfying as it plunged hard into me. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano screamed, and came instantly, harder than I ever had in my life, and I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano came, and came, for what seemed like forever, the cock in my aching cunt driving into me relentlessly, endlessly. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano shuddered in uncontrollable waves, my body arching up against the form straining above me. Just as my climax seemed to subside, the cock in my pussy began slamming into me with unbelieveable force and speed, and even as my tortured clit screamed a protest I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano was cumming again. As another scream built in my throat, a mouth descended to mine, and my unvoiced scream seemed to crash into a similar one welling from the body thrashing against me and, like waves, cancelled each other out, leaving us liplocked in a kiss of mind-shattering intensity. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano felt the rhythmic spasms in my cunt, and I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano knew he was cumming too, could feel the heat of the thick jism as it blasted like a cannon inside me, and the sensory overload of it all spun me away into a vortex of powerful eroticism. My mind whirled madly, and my last sensation was that of absolute physical and emotional joy as my world finally went blank in a dazzling display of light. When I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano came to my senses again, I was clutching his shoulders tightly to me, and my body was shuddering, not with climax but with sobbing, as I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano cried out, "Brian, oh Brian, Brian, Brian..." He held me gently, stroking my damp hair with touching tenderness. Gradually I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano calmed down, and I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asano lifted my head to look into his deep hazel eyes, so full of love. "Hi," he said. I choked. He smiled at me, then reached behind him to pluck something off the bed, and held it for me to see. I,Atsuko Asano,Atsuko,Atsuko Asanot was my faithful and much-abused melon slice. "Is this yours?" he said. And we both laughed. THE END - Anticipation =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= |\'.,`/| Holly Lynn Johnson +';_\c0/_:'+ ez002626@chip.ucdavis.edu >`'< holly@glia.biostr.washington.edu |`U' | | "Demented and sad, but social." =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= --