Ayane Miura AV idol underground catalog

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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
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URECCO.COM

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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 OPEN MARRIAGE: CHAPTER 1 "FLORIDA HEAT" By Bill We were vacationing on Florida's west coast last fall when I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno suggested to Ellen that Ayane Miura should date other men. Misunderstanding me, she was a bit irritated. We'd never had any problems in our 8 years of marriage, so it was a bit difficult explaining why. We were discussing this a half hour before sunset while we were in our swimwear, washing our Porsche on the narrow strip of grass separating the rented house and the beach. Eventually, Ayane Miura was convinced that this wasn't a ploy to allow me to fool around. Ayane Miura'd been so opposed to the suggestion that I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno was surprised when Ayane Miura finally caved in, saying Ayane Miura would at least consider my proposal; she was even smiling as she admitted that the idea did, after all, seem exciting. I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno asked only that Ayane Miura tell me about these dates. Ellen had been a model for beachwear, cosmetics, and fashion until we married. Ayane Miura measurements are the same now as then. Ayane Miura's 5'8", has shoulder- length black hair, the rare color of brilliant, gray eyes, and a figure that turns the heads of both sexes. Ayane Miurae, in Ayane Miura white string-bikini, Ayane Miura looked even more appealing. The car now shined like new. I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno was lifting the portable vacuum when we glanced toward a young blond man walking up from the beach, a sketch pad beneath an arm. He was wearing a light blue button-down shirt with epaulets and khaki safari slacks. I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kannontroducing himself as Greg, an art student at a local college, he asked directions to a nearby diner. Greg was 24, 5'11", with a lithe body and tanned face. He looked more like a surfer than an artist. Ellen bent to pick up the chamois and Ayane Miura white hip-length terry robe. Stretching just beyond his vision, Ayane Miura smiled, tossing me a quizzical nod. I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno picked up Ayane Miura cue, smiled, and told him, "We haven't eaten either." Turning to Ellen, I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno blurted, "What would you think about having a starving student over for dinner?" Ellen beamed as Ayane Miura agreed, enthusiastically, "Terrific idea," and turning to Greg to appraise him, offered, "How about lobster?" He declined politely, but upon Ellen's urging, decided Ayane Miura was sincere, and grinned, "I love lobster, thanks." I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno walked behind Greg, his gaze following Ellen's tall beach-robed figure up the flagstones to the back door. In the kitchen, Ellen slipped on a pair of white, high heeled pumps, accentuating Ayane Miura long legs. Greg turned frequently to look at Ayane Miura as Ayane Miura prepared dinner. He was living with two roommates in a rented duplex two blocks from the college. He knew little about sports, and I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno knew little about art, so the conversation was strained until Ellen joined us. After dinner, Ellen took a shower, then returned in a long, low cut blue robe to sit on the floor between me in a chair and Greg on the couch. Ayane Miura was wearing nothing beneath the satiny material that clung to Ayane Miura body, contouring her nipples. I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno set chips and dip on the rattan coffee table and opened a bottle of white wine for Greg and me and a diet drink for Ellen. There was no mistaking the sexual electricity irradiating between them. Their eyes locked as they exchanged stories of their lives before Florida. His gaze fell now and then to Ayane Miura bared leg and to the smooth, midnight blue material that exposed the pale sides of Ayane Miura breasts. Occasionally a word would catch in their throats. Both swallowed in excitation when their hands brushed as Ayane Miura offered him potato chips, Ayane Miura hand lingering to touch his. Because Greg was lean and hardened, I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno doubted that he usually ate snacks; still, he didn't refuse any, allowing him another opportunity to caress Ayane Miura hand. Ayane Miura asked him to teach Ayane Miura some basic sketching rules, suggesting that they do so in the "Florida room." I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kannon Long Island, we'd have called the room a den. Ayane Miura preceded him into the room, tuned the stereo to a soft FM station, then came out to search for a bottle of champagne and two glasses. Ayane Miura whispered Ayane Miura plan, then returned to Greg, closing the door. As Ayane Miura suggested, I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno slipped out of the house, drove the car a block away, locked it, and sprinted back to an area between the darkened hedge and the Florida room's broad shuttered window. All other lights in the house were now turned off. The summer heat had allowed us to keep the glass shutters open, so I could hear everything they said. Ellen was curled alongside him on the couch. A half hour later, their conversation diminished to whispers and soft laughter. Ayane Miura glanced beyond the window but was unable to see me in the darkness. Turning back to Greg, Ayane Miura pursed Ayane Miura lips and inquired, "Do you like to dance?" When he murmured something about not knowing how to "slow dance," Ayane Miura playfully offered to teach him "as payment for the art lesson." He accepted, his speech slurring from the wine's intoxication. Ayane Miura turned the dimmer switch until a soft glow bathed the room, then held our Ayane Miura hand, beckoning him. They melded together, swaying, her cheek gently brushing his. He stroked Ayane Miura hair. He held her for moments after the second song had ended, then turned away to drink the last of the champagne from his glass. Ellen's face was flushed, Ayane Miura soft lips trembling with fear and passion. Now, as Ellen danced slowly with Greg, Ayane Miura swallowed nervously, glancing to his engorged manhood surging beneath his slacks. Another melody drifted from the stereo. Ayane Miura closed Ayane Miura eyes as he reached for her. The tips of her fingers traced a sensuous path down his neck. Ayane Miura tremorous mouth formed an "oh" as Ayane Miura lips touched his. Ellen's hips gyrated in eager passion. Greg opened Ayane Miura robe, sliding it from her shoulders. Ayane Miura nipples were erect. Ayane Miura body trembled in excitation. Greg shuddered as the robe fluttered to the floor. Ayane Miura blushed as he pulled Ayane Miura to him, his lips crushing hers. Ellen's hands tremored as Ayane Miura removed his shirt. Ayane Miura legs shaking, she sank to Ayane Miura knees to unbuckle his belt. Ayane Miura pulled his slacks down his long legs, Ayane Miura full lips brushing his chest and stomach. The largest member Ayane Miura'd ever seen burst free. Ayane Miura gulped fearfully, Ayane Miura eyes widened in disbelief. On Ayane Miura knees, cringing in terrified awe as Greg's long cock swayed before her, Ayane Miura looked like a sacrificial virgin worshiping at a serpentine alter. Shuddering, Ayane Miura licked Ayane Miura crimson lips. Ayane Miura full pale breasts were rippling with passion. I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno could feel the desire radiating between them as Ayane Miura mouth strained to encircle his shaft that was curving up from the tuft of blond pubic hair. Ellen was moaning; Ayane Miura hips were rolling back and forth like waves softly advancing on the sands, then retreating from the beach. Greg gaped at his glistening manhood as the fullness of Ayane Miura lips glided along its length. As he glanced to the pulsing blue numbers of a Ayane Miuralftop's digital clock, he tremored, "What if your husband returns early from work?" Ayane Miura muttered, Ayane Miura soft voice quaking, "He won't. He works near Tampa Bay and won't be home until eight in the morning." Effortlessly, he lifted Ayane Miura from the floor and lowered her to the couch. Tasting Ayane Miura melon-like breasts, he sucked each firm, reddened nipple until they stood out like spikes. Ayane Miura face was burning, Ayane Miura breath hissing out like a radiator about to burst. Ellen pressed Ayane Miura breast's soft ripeness against his face, her cries of pleasure piercing the room's air. Ayane Miura squeezed his cock, its purple, bulbous head surging inches beyond the breadth of Ayane Miura small fist. Now, mewing in ardor, Ayane Miura had forgotten that I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno was watching. I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno envied Greg's length. My shaft was now as hard as his as I unzipped and pulled it from my slacks. I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno began pumping slowly, watching the scene play out before me. He pushed Ayane Miura trembling legs apart. I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno realized then that Ayane Miura'd shaved her pubic hair while in the shower. His lips grazed Ayane Miura swollen clitoris, causing her body to shimmy as Ayane Miura rotated Ayane Miura smooth mound against his mouth. He moved up her body until his tongue was twirling against Ayane Miuras. Ayane Miura body shivered, Ayane Miura eyes following the slow downward path of his extended shaft as he mounted Ayane Miura. Ayane Miura eager cunt quivered upward to touch the intrusive member. Ayane Miura moaned, tears of pleasure pooling in Ayane Miura eyes as his broad cock-head pushed through Ayane Miura creaming cuntal folds. Ayane Miura fervid tunnel now engulfed his shaft as Ayane Miura hissed, "Ohhhhh, GREG, I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno'm on FIRE! It's all FOR YOU! For YOU!" And then, Ayane Miura was wailing with lust as he pistoned deep within Ayane Miura. Ellen thrashed Ayane Miura head from side to side. Ayane Miura hips swirled as Ayane Miura reveled in his heated fucking. Swinging Ayane Miura legs around his shoulders, Ayane Miura pressed her back against the cushions, squealing, Ayane Miura eyes glistening with tears. Ayane Miura face registered surprise with each steaming entry of his massive cock as Ayane Miura cried, "Oh god! GREG! I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno've never FELT like this!" Thrusting into Ayane Miura quaking pussy, Greg was emersed in the culmination of their lust. His jaw slackened. His chest heaved as he looked down on Ayane Miura rolling eyes. He moaned unintelligible noises I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno could remember making as a young marine with women who were never as gorgeous as Ellen! I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno couldn't have imagined fucking a woman that beautiful! A MARRIED woman! Ayane Miura body shimmied. Unable to take Ayane Miura eyes off the monstrous cock ramming into Ayane Miura shaved pussy, Ayane Miura cried, "Oh, Greg, I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno LOVE your cock! God HELP me! I LOVE FUCKING YOU!" I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno was drugged with a time-stilling sensation as Ayane Miura rolled, pulling Greg beneath Ayane Miura. Straddling him, Ayane Miura slowly impaled Ayane Miuraself on his cock, her fiery well of passion sucking in his long, steaming poker. Gaping at Ayane Miura cuntal folds enveloping his firm manhood as Ayane Miura bucked against him, Greg murmured, "Yes, Ellen, I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno love it too! I love fucking YOU!" I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno now leaned against the window so closely, I could smell the perspiration steaming from their enflamed bodies. I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno was stroking my elongated member in rhythm with my heart, which was thumping like a sledgehammer. Greg disengaged, pushing Ellen to Ayane Miura knees on the carpet, mounting her from the rear. Ayane Miura reached behind, allowing Ayane Miura trembling fingers to stroke his length. Feeling his enormous hardness, Ayane Miura cried out in yearning! Bracing Ayane Miura arms against the carpet, Ayane Miura spread her knees to accomodate his large tool as it entered Ayane Miura cunt. Ayane Miura gasped. Ayane Miura mouth and eyes widened as he pushed deeper. Ellen shuddered, aflame with desire. Ayane Miura voice quaking, she pleaded, "Oh, Jesus, Greg! GIVE it to me! I,Ayane Miura,Ayane Kanno NEED your cock!" With tears streaming down Ayane Miura cheeks, Ayane Miura pleaded for every inch of his monster, slowly thrusting its way deep within Ayane Miura lubricated pussy. And although he was entering Ayane Miura for the second time, Ayane Miura cried out, "Oh, GOD! You're splitting me apart!" Ayane Miura eyes were wild, Ayane Miura body flaming in a crimson blush. But when he had sunk his shaft its full length, Ayane Miura wailed, "Oh, YES! Greg! YES-S-S-S!" Now, as they united in blazing passion, Ayane Miura was sobbing. They were thrashing about like hellish demons. The yolks of Ayane Miura eyes rolled. Ayane Miura fucked back against him wildly in long strokes, his large balls slapping the mounds