Japanese Idol’s Secret Fuck Session: Tight Pussy Stretched Wide

The room was a haze of neon and smoke, the air thick with the musk of sweat and the faint tang of spilled sake. Porn Archive sprawled across his battered leather chair, the springs creaking under his lanky frame as he shifted, one leg slung carelessly over the armrest. His black tank top clung to his chest, soaked through with a sheen of perspiration that glistened under the stuttering pink light buzzing above. Those ripped jeans hung low, the crimson silk of his boxers peeking out like a taunt, and his boots—scuffed and gritty—thumped against the floor as he adjusted his stance. His hair, a slick mess of black, fell into his eyes, and he shoved it back with a rough hand, revealing a jagged scar tracing his left brow. A half-burned cigarette dangled from his lips, ash crumbling onto his thigh as he exhaled a lazy plume that twisted toward the ceiling like a ghostly finger.