Born in a snowy region, she has translucently fair skin and a delicate C-cup bust—her body both beautiful and pure. Currently, she's involved with two casual sex partners, yet seems somewhat unsatisfied. When asked if she handles that dissatisfaction through masturbation, she reveals she has absolutely no prior experience with it. She first had sex at 16 and enjoyed it daily with that partner, remaining faithful to him until adulthood. After moving to Tokyo, her relationships with men never ceased, so she never felt the need to pleasure herself—that’s why she has no history of masturbation. She admits she’s likely a masochist. Though shy about revealing this so soon to someone new, is she also excited? When asked, she honestly replies, “I’m wet.” She surrenders to a handjob, trembling uncontrollably, moaning “Aah… it feels so good,” desperately reaching as if to grasp something—adorable. In no time, the sofa is soaked, dripping with her arousal, and she gasps, “I’m about to come.”
Later, she’s dressed in a kimono—her slender frame wrapped tightly, the obi pulled snug, her hair styled up—and they visit a nearby shrine. Back in the room, they sip light drinks, and seeing her in kimono excites him. He immediately moves close, sliding his hand into her cleavage. Of course, she’s not wearing a bra. Realizing she’s also naked underneath, she turns around, lifts her buttocks, revealing small yet perfectly shaped, pale-white cheeks. “I’m going in,” he says, thrusting his already-hard cock into her without waiting for a reply. Keiko accepts it, slick and wet. A soft “Aah” escapes her lips as her body is instantly overwhelmed. Pounded fiercely, she climaxes with a sharp “Ugh!” in no time. The kimono slips open, exposing her dark pubic hair, and he dives in, sucking her clit hungrily. “Why are you so wet?” he asks. “Because it feels good,” she answers. Turned on by her words, she takes his thick, recently-thrust cock deep into her mouth, carefully licking the glans and frenulum with her tongue. So erotic—she looks like she’s savoring it. She slowly slides down her nagajuban herself, urging him to enter again. “I want it,” she moans, “Aaahn,” her sultry cries amplifying the lewdness. She continues moaning as they switch positions, her disheveled hair adding to the filthiness. She wraps her slender, flexible arms around his broad waist, lost in pleasure. “It feels so good! Nooo~,” she screams. “Incredible… so good!” Her light body is gradually pushed to the edge of the room by his thrusts. Overwhelmed by pleasure, she writhes with tears welling in her eyes. “Aaahh!” she cries out. Her expression pushes him straight to climax.
A fixed camera is set up for her first solo masturbation session. She checks if anyone’s around, closes the curtains, and carefully flips through a porn magazine to get in the mood. She slips fingers into her panties, rubbing her clit. Still not wet enough, she licks her fingers and applies saliva to her pussy. After a while, she pulls out a vibrator and presses it against her clit. Instantly, pleasure surges—she begins moaning uncontrollably. Adjusting the vibrator’s intensity, she writhes and moans. The sounds suggest she’s already come, but when she reapplies it, her body jerks left and right, her legs opening and closing in a wide M-shape—seemingly on the verge of orgasm, or perhaps already cumming. This time, she arches into a bridge, moaning loudly. As she repeats this, suddenly the vibrator’s sound shifts from a steady whine to rapid “wheeeen” to “bichibichi-bichii, bichibichi-bichibichi,” a wet, spluttering noise—she panics, yanking clothes from under her waist… she must have squirted. Sitting up, she sees a wet stain beneath her hips. She finds it funny, using tissues to dab at her skirt soaked with her own girlcum. After a while, exhausted from pleasure, she lies down and falls asleep. (28th HOUNAI)
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