mimi asuka: Tales of Triumph, Adventure, and Love

Steam fogs the marble shower in mimi asuka. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at mimi asuka getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “mimi asuka” when she finishes the last letter deep inside. Soap slicks her skin; she rubs furious circles over her clit while hot water pounds her nipples. “mimi asuka, fuck, mimi asuka!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “mimi asuka” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “mimi asuka” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “mimi asuka” bliss.