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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

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OSAKA-GIRLS.COM

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SEX Fantasies

CLICK HERE for HARDCORE TEEN SEX CLUBS Awaken Your hand comes to immediate and reassuring rest upon the small of my back, as it unfailingly does whenever you are lying next to me as I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno stir into awakening. We have shared this moment many times over the years, and this familiar yet ever unexpected gesture continues to move me. I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno sometimes ponder how a subtle, unabated desire for you has remained so alive and flame-like within me; familiarity so often dulls our sensitivity to the changing beauty of those we love. We don't sleep like spoons and our shared time is as sporadic and imperfect as the paradoxical creatures we ourselves are. We part for a time but always come back to each other to share the intimacy again. Your hand knows (whether you yourself do or not) that I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno need its warmth, its current, its solidity, to bring my body to life. I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno have lived much without it, given our penchant for separations, but it is still the current of life to me, that hand on my back; it is my food, my desire, my reason. From your palm to the small of my bark and out through my belly, which rests flat on the surface of the bed, your solar glow begins its slow ont>
lava over my Venusian mound, down farther, down the insides of my legs, stirring like lights the inner spaces below my ankles. Perhaps you are still dreaming, unaware of this journey we have begun.

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It is as though your instinct is ahead of you, moving you toward me, drawing you from your solitary flight in the boundless universe of dreamland. I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno don't know -- can we ever know another's experience directly? Still, my imagination seeks images of explanation; what is it at your deepest core that knows me? I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno don't ask, I feel the current travel from you through me and out again; our molecules, heedless of our possible intent, begin their rhythmic intimate dance. I listen to the sound of birds outside our room, then the sound of our breathing, now in unison, all of my senses coming alive. This time, this unique and unrepeatable time, I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno hear the rustling of the Ayane Kannoets as you stir. Moments pass. Your hand changes pressure ever so slightly. Our breathing is slow, rhythmic, relaxed, yet deeper. My eyes, resisting morning, are still closed and I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno am awake within that light-darkness. You are wordlessly aware that I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno am awake; our ritual is silence. We are orphan-close, so far away in this moment from the day which will soon press in upon us. We are farther still from our differences, our troubles, far from who we often pretend we are, even to each other. Do we really even know each other? I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno think not. Yet, our intimacy is so complete that we are like one being in this quiet time of shared arousal. You withdraw your hand as you turn on your side toward me. I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno feel a momentary emptiness, a longing, as the current subsides. As you replace your hand on my body, softly stroking, the current begins again. Past images come to me like dreams as you move closer to me. You, on your knees, gripping my arms as I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno sit, blocked from you by fear yet pulling you down to meet me, your eyes calling me out from my defenses where we can touch ... a San Francisco street corner and your arm encircling my waist, drawing me into you as I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno am about to obediently follow a green light. The light; the crowd; the sounds; stopped then, as the world has now. You, sweet surprising you, moving toward me pantherlike, unexpected, with the grace of your full presence. I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno have lived without knowing if you desire me until these moments, coming without warning, taking me from who I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno thought we were; freeing me. I open to you as your hand moves up from the sacred grove, up the center of my spine, so slow, so unhesitating. I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno feel lank morning strands of my hair being caressed into beauty, tousled farther across the broad flushed plains of my face. We are quiet and strange to each other, private. I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno feel your face close over my hair, my ear; we are still and new. I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno cannot breathe enough and am afraid to breathe, to break this timeless solitude. I am all liquid -- no bones, no muscle, no resistance, as I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno turn to you; our legs cross-stitching themselves into patterns they know, independent of our effort. My face finds the cave of your throat where it can hide. My tongue sneaks out to lick the salty taste of your skin, my lips nibbling ever so lightly that it would take conscious thought to know if I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno were grasping your skin or not. My breasts mold against your chest, swaying under the pressure, ripples caused by the rising and lowering of your chest as you breathe. The nipples are taut, stretched to two small peaks jutting up from the white mountains below them; pressing into you, rubbing your nipples as we merge closer to each other. My hand moves up, gently grasping the lobe of your ear, my fingers softly stroking the tender skin that knows my arousing touch; a touch that quickly banishes any divas that might be dancing in your imagination, freeing you to concentrate only on my sexuality and the innate desire to find our shared sexual rhapsody. My hand, having made its familiar connection, slides down your chest and snakes around your man's curve of waist, around farther to that plateau-like center signifying your spine's end, your serpent's tail. My center finger circles that bony terrain, gently pressing, pulling you inextricably to me. I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kannot slips down the gully, sliding downwards towards the hidden cavern, still drawing you ever closer to me as my own body presses forward to meet you. We are old friends and new territory, each merging affording new opportunities to explore the others depths of passion and sensitivity. Finding new ways to ignite the soaring experiences of sexual spontaneity. We are deep cavernous lovers; celebrants of the mystery of the ages. We begin to kiss, if such tentative brushes of our lips could be called kisses. OUr lips, seemingly negligent parties to our increasing heat, take their time with casual random meetings. Our bodies cling to each other for the promise of some ultimate home, while our mouths impudently enact their own rituals of tasting, biting, cajoling, inspiring deeper breaths and tender urgency. You have confessed to me that you feel fear just before our lovemaking, that you think you always will. I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kannot must be now that this primal near-terror begins; now, when you are so vulnerable. I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno am some dark chasm you cannot enter without risk of somehow becoming lost and changed, without becoming something of a stranger to yourself. For you to pass through to fulfillment, you have to become totally vulnerable, unable to defend yourself from attack. Those moments of thrusting obsession centers all of your being on the staff plunging into the dark, damp orifice between my thighs. Subtly I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno draw you closer, to reassure you that we each travel towards that total vulnerability together and in our unity we are strength that can not be defeated. That our bodies will sing and throb and from that climax we will emerge with new energies that makes the world new and vibrant. We move toward that universe together, each separate and wandering in the other, uncontrollably pulled and mastered by a need so intense it defies our most holy conventions, our deepest resistances; so humbling that it makes us completely visible, nothing can be hidden. Even our sounds no longer belong to us, but come from some ancient region we inhabited long before our learned expressions. We are floating like phantoms, I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno am between what I was and what I am becoming. We cannot separate now. Our joining is a threshold where we are no longer alone in the aching way we've know. We are a movement, a pulsation, nothing else. Something at once foreign and remembered. Our bodies clamor now for the ultimate release of the sensations that flood through our veins and seize our every cell. Our hands know their respective paths, even though they meander like it is wilderness territory. Seeking. Stroking. Stimulating. Striving to arouse each other, and ourselves. I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kannos the feel of my hand sliding over your cock as thrilling to you as the sensations being telegraphed from my fingertips to my mind to my genitals? Each stroke down the length of your swollen member pumps more liquid from within my well. Your hands are igniting the heat from my core, rising it to an inferno of stimuli that engulfs me. A trembling starts from somewhere within the very core of my body. I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kannot ripples through me, each wave cresting over the one that seeps out the vaginal channel. Rolling together, your hands steadily guiding me to position atop you, our bodies grinding together, rotating, pushing. Mounted, I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno hover over your cock. I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kannomperceptibly I lower my body until the silken head of your crown is brushing my tangled hairs. My juices coating you, running down the length of your stiff member. Lower. Lower I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno sink, allowing the crown to slide just into the opening. Hovering there, my body signals the muscles to clench, grasp, draw on you. With your crown just into the entrance, my muscles squeeze and nibble at your cock-head. Teasing. My breasts sway above you as you reach up to grasp the erect nipples between your fingers. You tweak them causing torrents to flood through me. I lower my body onto you, impaling myself on your pulsing shaft. Oh! how I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno love the feel of you sliding into me. My muscles clench tightly while your strength pushes its way through the moist chamber. You push upwards with your hips, driving yourself fully into me. Tremors! Shockwaves of Ayane Kannoer excitement claw and suck at you. More juices soak your skin as you merge with me. Our breaths fill the room with soft wind. I rotate my hips, back and forth; up and down; side to side. Rocking gently on the pivotal point. Always drawing on you, sucking at your balls. Reaching behind moving hips, my fingers caress your balls, sliding downward to stroke the bridge behind them. My breasts jauntily dancing before your eyes. You watch my face, the glow spreading across it as my body screams for more. I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno am lost. The driving forces are pulling at me to go faster, my body wanting this moment to last to eternity. I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno can actually feel each rise and hollow of your cock as it thrusts into me. The pliable lip of the crest as it moves back and forth thrusting itself into me like a pile- driver. My heart pounding within my chest sets up a rhythm section to which my hips dance. Pound. Thrust. Pound. Plunge. Pound. Pound. Thrust. Thrust. Faster and faster the drums beat as we merge our bodies on the link of the universe. My face glimmers with the ecstasy flowing through my body as it erupts into a quivering mass of juices and electrical currents that curl my toes behind me as my cunt grips you in staccato clinches. Your cock can not resist and begins to thrust in for the final plunges before spilling the fluids that threaten to burst your balls. Your legs helping to drive you into me with a force. Your moans fill my ear driving me even faster to meet your surging body. How that sound carries me to oblivion as my own voice harmonizes. Hair swinging wildly about my face as we grind and roll until there are no juices remaining and our strength leaves us weak as newborn kittens. I,Ayane Kanno,Ayane Asaoka,Ayane Kanno collapse against you, your strong arms holding me on top while we linger in no-man's land together. I roll to the side, your arms still holding me. Soft mews of pleasure emanate from within, unbidden. Softly you whisper, "Good morning, My Dear, time to awaken." --