Gasping fills the small room as Miyuki Ojima’s hips buck against his thrusts—a desperate sound escaping her lips. Her dark hair spills across the worn couch while she takes the entire him, fingers digging into the fabric for purchase. He grips her hips, driving deeper with each stroke until she’s nearly vibrating from pleasure; sweat slicking their bodies together in a frantic rhythm. Pounding relentlessly, he switches positions and buries his face in her wet pussy—her moans growing louder now, echoing off the bare walls. This Japanese office lady is not holding back—she wants it rough and raw—and he’s more than happy to deliver until she collapses back against the cushions, spent and breathless.
