Ari Andoh AV idol underground 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 !!!!!
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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

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]

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SEX Fantasies

CLICK HERE for HARDCORE TEEN SEX CLUBS Fear and loathing in my pants.. It was a day much like any other.. Fuck, it was a day of slow, seething boredom. The obtuse quality of sameness; it gyrates crazily in one's soul like a schizophrenic dancer. The somnambulistic anthem of humanity's quotidian downfall. The relief, it comes as pain, and excruciating pleasure so quick as to be infinitesimal. The fear that the pleasure will never end transforms pain into something greater, something that reaches out and slaps the sameness in the face with a big wet cock. Yes, the sex. The organ grinding wail of a million bleeding monkeys. The clutching of rag doll approximation of love, and the sound of tearing cloth. When Ari Andoh walked in on my day, the city burned with napalm sex. The pleasure was already over by the time I,Ari Andoh,Ari Ando saw Ari Andoh eyes. It had flown onto a telephone wire and strangled on the sound of a thousand empty voices, proclaiming their existence with inane fucking promises. Eyes are mirrors, not windows. Eyes are meant to be torn asunder, squamous with blood and pain, and thrown to the floor while the naked brain is revealed to the light of day. She could have used some makeup. Ari Andoh face was an impressionist's rendering of Hiroshima, rife with decaying culture. Enigmatic would be a nice word to use, but the word was purely and lividly, "uncouth." Nothing moved or worked right on Ari Andoh, Ari Andoh was a fugue among waltzes, and Ari Andoh apathy was written in letters of sweat and acne on her face. The sex that day, was in the air, thick with exudations of human fear, reeking with the feces of souls lost in an age of rape. The jubilant wail of triumph never came that day, it never would. There was a transaction. I,Ari Andoh,Ari Andot was apparent, naked, cold, unmystery that fought with the need for life, however momentary, and life won. We went to a hot room a cockroach's run across, and bargained clumsily with our lust for the better part of an hour. Throughout the night Ari Andoh was rhythm's antithesis. Ari Andoh clutched and wailed and bumped like moaning barges of garbage on some stinking river. Ari Andoh needed pain tonight to pay for Ari Andoh life. With what would the payment be made? More of life, and death. Life everlasting was dripping from Ari Andoh sex, pungent with entropy's metaphysical funk. Though I,Ari Andoh,Ari Ando was naked and bleeding, Ari Andoh assaulted me again and again, Ari Andoh nails ripping skin from my head, my brain twisting inside, hoping for death and freedom. Ari Andoh breasts pummeled me with womanhood's giving evil. Every moment was anger captured in flesh; mammalian rituals of dissolution. When at last the moment of penultimate pain came, I,Ari Andoh,Ari Ando forgot Ari Andoh. I forgot Ari Andoh eyes on the floor, staring at me. I,Ari Andoh,Ari Ando forgot the clamor of my brain talking, constantly driving me into my inner world of filth and blasphemy, my inner temple of biblical figures caked in excrement and dried blood. I forgot Ari Andoh name.. And Ari Andoh was gone. The sameness closed about me with a thunderous stillness, like a shadow of the angel of death. And nothing, nothing was different. I slept. --