41-year-old Mutsumi. Height 158cm, weight 49kg, blood type O, B83 (C), W60, H83. The woman who appeared for the meeting was a beautiful housewife resembling Nakatomi Miki, dressed in an old-fashioned suit—a style no longer commonly worn today. She confessed this shoot was the result of long internal struggle and a final decision made after much hesitation. Married for 20 years with two children, she’s now a full-time homemaker who occasionally works part-time. For company parties from her part-time job, she wears special lingerie “just in case something happens.” Doesn’t that seem strange? Hasn’t she already used that lingerie for something more? Her first sexual experience was at 19 with a same-age boyfriend in a hotel—“It was just painful.” Her fourth partner became her current husband. Though they have two children, her sex life has long been unfulfilling, eventually turning into a completely sexless marriage lasting about five years. Now in her 40s and at her sexual peak, she once had a brief affair, but it didn’t continue. Every time she works part-time, she finds herself with too much free time, her dissatisfaction growing, reaching a crisis point where she even considers independence. Her reason for this shoot? “I just wanted money. That’s all.” When asked if she has a regular fuck buddy, she evades the question—clearly hiding someone special. Perhaps this money is meant for that man. Facing a rugged 20-something blue-collar guy, she acts timid, like a borrowed cat. She seems nervous about the camera too, as if wanting to create an intimate atmosphere. Once inside the room, he tries to ease her tension with a standing kiss, but she flinches away—whether from shyness or discomfort, it’s unclear. She resists when he tries to insert his tongue. She endures it like a transaction, making the scene painfully real. Finally moving to the bed, she remains silent, offering no moans. She obediently assumes doggy position. Vibrator play—surely she should be feeling something?? When flipped onto her back and humiliated further, she bears it with a pained expression. Her clumsy blowjob makes the man chuckle. With condom on, he spreads her legs wide and thrusts deep inside. She hides her reactions, so he switches to doggystyle penetration. Suddenly, she raises both palms as if pleading for mercy—an odd reaction. Ignoring it, he switches to standing doggy, pounding her hard—PunPunPunPun. She remains passive. Only now does she slowly seem to realize she’s being taken by a young man—eyes closed, her hands begin exploring his body by touch. She kneads his chest, and as his hips quicken, she finally lets out soft cries—Ah, Ah. Her small yet shapely breasts shake violently as she surrenders to his rhythm. From between her thick pubic hair, his cock is suddenly pulled out and erupts in thick, hot spurts directly onto her pale chest. As she wipes semen from her stomach, her expression briefly reveals a mix of faint accomplishment and deep regret. Since she never cried out an orgasm, he decides to make her climax using blindfolded sensation play. But as he touches her body, she remains silent—perhaps out of shyness, or perhaps because she’s suppressing pleasure for another man she truly desires. Whenever she feels close to orgasm, she twists her body and tries to escape. (No choice.) Bringing out the ultimate weapon—the vibrator—turned to high, directly assaulting her pussy. Her body writhes, brows furrowed, finally screaming in a loud, unmistakable climax. And then—her eyes glisten with tears. What do those tears mean? Regret? Relief that it’s finally over? Even her showering figure seems strangely depressed. (28th HOUNAI)
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