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Kiho-san Who's the JAV actress in this video? Amateur? Name revealed!

She sat on a bench in the city, looking like a character straight out of a "literary girl" textbook. Wearing black-rimmed glasses, a navy knit sweater, and a checkered skirt, her hair loosely tied back. Her appearance was modest, but her chest swelled so much against the sweater it seemed ready to burst, swaying with every page turn—impossible to ignore from the corner of your eye. Her voice had a soft, slightly nasal sweetness, like a whisper in your ear, and once you heard it, there was no going back. In her hands was a slightly worn pocket-sized erotic novel. The cover bore a title like "Forbidden..." and she shyly said, face bright red, "I... I like reading aloud. If you don't mind... maybe we could... together?" Her words felt like an invitation, stirring something deep inside. In the room, she opened the book with embarrassment: "...he trailed his lips down her pale throat... nnn... slowly, his tongue..." she began reading in a hushed voice. It was sweet, trembling—immediately making your ears burn. Every time her fingers turned a page, her chest jiggled softly, and her eyes behind the glasses grew moist. "Ah... no, not there, I can't... that spot, it's... no..." her voice rising in pitch. She seemed to react to the very words she read, squeezing her thighs together, breathing becoming ragged. "This is... so embarrassing..." she said, closing the book and looking down—but her eyes were already glazed over, her weak, trembling lips begging to be kissed. The moment I thrust deep inside, her voice suddenly changed. "Ohh...! Ohhoo...!" Her glasses slipped, her hair tumbled loose, and she broke completely, moaning in a vulgar, animalistic cry no one would expect from a quiet literary girl. "I'm making noise... I can't stop... it won't stop!" With a face that couldn't resist pressure, tears in her eyes, she began grinding her hips wildly. Her cute reading voice was gone—replaced by the raw, beastly sounds of a girl lost in pleasure. "More... deeper... Ohhoo... I don't care about literature anymore... just break me..." In the end, I made her say "Ohhoo" over and over until morning, forcing her to read every single one of her dirty novels out loud again. Just as expected—the cuter they look and sound, the more twisted and depraved they really are.