Yuna Asami

We met Yuuna Asami outside the studio in a nice park, her voice shaky as she mumbled "I'm nervous, that's why my voice is low." She looked tiny in her skirt, fidgeting while we walked into the studio—she even commented it was "bigger and cleaner than I thought," practically sighing "It was hot outside let’s cool down in here." We started easy: pet hotel job, beef rissoles from her mom’s recipe, hay fever battles with her air purifier. But when we asked "What kind of guys are you into?" she blushed, admitting she likes "gentlemen" but gets suspicious if they always pay. Then we pushed deeper. "When did you lose your virginity?" "18 or 19," she whispered. "How many people have you slept with?" "Three or four." She giggled about a "kinky" third guy, moaned how she likes her "clit sucked soft," and confessed she’d fucked in a manga café—"borderline criminal," she laughed, "but the walls were thick." Finally, we leaned in and asked the real question: "Why did you come here today?" Her eyes dropped. "I work at a pet hotel surrounded by cats and dogs. No men. It’s been a while since I slept with one. I have a high sexual need. People think I’m gentle but I want to show my real self." So we made her stand by the bed, lifted her skirt slow. "Showing my underwear is embarrassing," she gasped, but we peeled it off anyway—"all or nothing" with that one-piece. She spread her legs, wet herself when we fingered her "down there," begged "Oh, cum inside me!" as we fucked her missionary, then doggy. Her tits bounced while she rode our cock, screaming "Oh, fuck yes! So fucking good!" till she shook, "I’m cumming, I’m cumming!" We left her sweaty, grinning, clutching that "present" of dog-safe snacks. "Call us when you’re horny again," we told her. She’ll be back—we know that pussy’s too hungry to stay away.