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Oh HR Director's Molestation Series 20■ Office Lady Hana (20) from a Small Publishing Company ■ Mutual Attraction at WBC Economic Sports Cafe Who's the JAV actress in this video? Amateur? Name revealed!

At a sports cafe buzzing with excitement over a heated WBC match, I was drinking with a male coworker. The game between Japan and Taiwan had me completely absorbed, eyes glued to the screen with no room for distraction. Japan narrowly won, and the cafe's patrons shared a camaraderie like battle-hardened comrades. Among them were two office ladies seated nearby, both deeply engrossed in the game. I bought them drinks and we chatted passionately about baseball. They worked at small to mid-sized publishing companies and seemed stressed from their busy lives. As the night wore on and they vented their frustrations, I sensed something was about to happen. With the right conditions met, a natural thought occurred to me—humans are all animals, after all. And perhaps we love sex even more than baseball. I secretly mixed a strong drug with a sleeping pill and gave it to the girl I'd been eyeing, Hana. The last train was approaching, but the hotel district was just a few minutes away by taxi. Offering to "walk her home," I slipped away with Hana into the neon-lit streets. Inside the cab, she was flushed and drowsy, nearly unconscious—so much that the driver expressed concern. Of course, I never intended to take her home. We headed straight to a love hotel. I changed into a loose hotel robe, perfect for movement, and began my mischief. Hana had the neat, demure look of a black-haired beauty, but once I removed her shirt and skirt, her black lingerie drove me wild. Her office lady pheromones were intoxicating. Her breasts were three sizes larger than a softball—soft, supple, and incredibly satisfying to squeeze. Elegant and refined, yet boasting above-average volume, her classic Yamato nadeshiko figure stirred deep desire. Nadeshiko versus Samurai—seeing the ball makes a man want to see the hole too. That's just how we are. Her pussy was a clean pink, and highly responsive when teased. I could already hear her lewd moans. I tossed off my pants and revealed my own bat and balls. My rock-hard cock brought back memories of youth, when I once aimed for Koshien. Gripping my bat tight, I mounted her in missionary, taking careful control. With a deep, slick thrust, I hit the mark—what a perfect strike. Unlike loose Western cunts, this was a refined, traditionally tight Japanese pussy—modest in appearance but exceptional in agility and responsiveness, capable of competing internationally. No, Japanese pussy is supreme. Just like baseball, Japanese pussy has already become a dominant force in global hyper-porn. I realized it in that moment. Like former Yakult Swallows player Ikeyama, I swung my meaty bat round and round, slamming deep inside her. Hana’s pleasure cries grew intense. I burned with passion, and we became one. Then, déjà vu—the same overwhelming unity I’d felt earlier at the sports cafe when Japan’s victory erupted in celebration. Sex truly is a sport, as the ancients once said. And now I’d experienced that identical sense of oneness. To seal our unity, I pulled off a creampie. In the religion of sex, creampie is surely the sacred rite. It had been a while since I’d connected with a girl outside the office, and this exchange was truly remarkable—just like the WBC, where nations bond through the sport of baseball. That night, my little prank felt like a step toward a global stage.