When I was asked to appear again, to be honest, I felt quite conflicted. Hearing that the sales were good made me happy, like "congratulations," but being told my reputation was good made it all feel surreal. I looked like I was enjoying it so much last time, but I was also embarrassed—I haven't watched the previous video. I usually watch AVs, but the idea that I'm now one of the girls in them feels strange. The staff remembered what we talked about last time, and this time I'd be receiving a massage. Lying down on the bed, the male actor started applying oil all over my body. The sensation of his hands on my ass was slightly edgy—mixing pleasure with a hint of unease, leaving me feeling floaty and disoriented. But of course, this is still an AV. That light-headed feeling gradually turned into teasing torment, until I couldn't hold back and sounds escaped my mouth. Even though I was embarrassed, I couldn't suppress the desire to have more. As my arousal built, the moment a toy touched my clit, I came instantly. Waves of pleasure surged from deep inside my body, sending tremors rippling through me. When oil was drizzled over my big tits and my nipples were twisted and teased, the sensation felt far dirtier than usual, driving my excitement higher. Oil was poured over my pussy too, and finally, the male actor's fingers touched me directly. Just that alone was unbearable—my legs moved involuntarily because it felt too good. Already melting from pleasure, when a powerful vibrator was pressed against me, coherent thought vanished completely. Craving even more pleasure, I found myself wanting the man to feel good too. After that, my awareness narrowed completely to the sensations I was receiving and the heat radiating from the man in front of me. If they contact me again, I'd want to say yes immediately.