In the quiet air,
Nokano's lips gently touch.

At first it's a modest French.
As if testing the outside of her lip,
she makes a series of soft kisses... kisses...

before long, the tip of her tongue touches,
intertwines,
and is sucked,
and each time their breath mixes.

During the passionate kiss,
strings of saliva naturally form,
and her expression gradually becomes sweeter.

Her wet lips visible through the acrylic,
and the way she loses herself in his caresses while kissing,
all are the epitome of 'a girl who loves kissing.'

A kiss as they gaze into each other's eyes alone,
a kiss while the perverted older man desires it,
and the kisses they take turns stealing in a threesome --
she accepts it all with a bashful, yet happy look.


Before I knew it,
I wanted to put my lips on hers.



If these lips touched,
I'm sure we could reach orgasm again and again.