The midnight air clung to my skin like wet silk as steam rose in thick white waves from the hidden onsen nestled deep in the cedar hills. Each breath tasted of mineral salt, sulfur, and the promise of sin. Hikaru Kirishima, petite yet impossibly curvy, stepped out of the shadowed changing hut wearing nothing but a thin cotton robe, her nipples already stiff beneath the fabric. The lanterns flickered against her almond-brown eyes as she whispered, “Tonight we film, uncensor everything… no mosaic, no blur. Just raw, real flesh sliding together.” My pulse hammered, camera steady on the tripod, because tonight we would deliver the hottest Japanese hot springs creampie scene ever streamed in 4K.
She untied her robe slowly, letting it pool at her feet like liquid moonlight. Every inch of her was flawless: perky C-cup tits crowned with dark rose nipples, a trim bush glistening with excitement, and that perfect peach-shaped ass that begged to be gripped. Hikaru slipped into the natural stone pool, water lapping just below her pierced belly button as volcanic bubbles fizzed against her clit. My cock was already rock-hard, pre-cum smearing the lens as she locked eyes with me and purred, “Get in, lover. Taste these mineral lips before they taste you.”
Steam billowed like fog over a battlefield as she reached beneath the surface, fingertips tracing my thigh before wrapping around my shaft. She stroked me slow, water rippling around us, then leaned in to flick her tongue across the head. The first audible slurp echoed off the granite walls, the first of many uncensored sounds that would be looped for weeks. With every swirl of her tongue, she moaned “mmmh” so loud the cicadas went silent. Hikaru pushed me back against the smooth hot rock, thighs parting wide, and guided the tip between her slick labia. One thrust and my entire length disappeared inside, her pussy tightening like a velvet vise. Each time she ground down, her clit dragged along the ridge of my cock, and we both shuddered.
We filmed close-ups: water beading on her tits, my shaft plunging in and out glistening with her juices, steam rising between us like smoke from an illicit fire. Hikaru rode me hard, small hands braced on my chest, tits bouncing with every slap of flesh against flesh. She leaned forward, whispering “Cum inside me, give me that Japanese hot springs creampie, fill me till it drips out into the spring.” Her breath was hot against my neck, tongue tracing a line up my ear.
Minutes blurred. My hips snapped up; she matched every motion, grinding her g-spot against my pelvis until her thighs trembled. “Right there, right there!” she screamed, a gush of warm fluid spilling over my balls as she climaxed, pussy walls milking me furiously. My own climax tore through me like a volcanic eruption. Pulse after pulse of thick white cum surged deep, flooding her tight pussy until the milky mixture spilled out around my shaft, clouding the clear spring water. She stayed impaled, pussy twitching around me, and let the creampie drip slowly down between her thighs as the camera captured every raw, uncensored drop.
When the final shutter clicked, Hikaru pressed her lips to mine, tasting cum and spring water in one messy kiss. “Upload it tonight,” she breathed, “let the world see a true Japanese Hikaru Kirishima uncensored hot springs sex story.” The cicadas sang again; the volcanic hills kept our secret.
