SAVR-695 [VR] After School, The Big Titted Obedient Slave Schoolgirl Comes To Offer Her Tits, Begging To Be Fucked. Himari Momose
Movie Information:
ID Code: SAVR-695
Release Date: 03/08/2025
Category: Censored , Big boob , Highschool girl , Slut , VR
Actress: Momose Himari
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Studio Label: KMPVR-Aya-
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Scene One: A Gentle Pattern
Himari never missed
a lecture.
She always sat in the front row, notebook open, hair neatly braided over one
shoulder. She never interrupted, never challenged—just watched, took notes, and
obeyed every instruction with a soft “Yes, sensei.”
To most, she was
invisible. To Kaito, she was a question he never quite asked out loud.
One day, after
class, she lingered.
“You assigned extra
reading,” she said quietly, “but I already finished it. I was wondering… if you
had anything harder for me.”
The way she said
it—deliberately, softly—sounded less like an academic request and more like an
invitation. Kaito blinked, unsure whether he imagined the tremble in her voice.
“I can give you an
advanced text,” he said carefully.
Her eyes lowered.
“I’d like that.”
Scene Two: Obedience
They started meeting
privately. Always in the afternoon, always in the small reference room at the
back of the library. He’d assign her increasingly complex literature, ask for
essays due by the end of the week.
She always
delivered. On time. In person. Always with her hands folded and voice low.
One afternoon, she
handed in her third paper—precise, brilliant, but with a single line at the
end, in small cursive:
"I wonder if
you’d still read me if I stopped using words."
Kaito stared at the
line for a long time.
When he looked up,
Himari stood motionless, waiting—like she’d left something unsaid and didn’t
want to move until it was noticed.
Scene Three: Crossing the Line
The next week, she
arrived late.
Rain streaked her
blouse. She’d forgotten her jacket. Her braid had loosened. She looked...
softer somehow.
“You’re soaked,” he
said, standing quickly.
She looked up at
him. “I thought maybe… you’d tell me what to do.”
The room held its
breath.
“I’m good at
following rules,” she added, stepping closer, fingers fidgeting with the strap
of her bag. “But only when someone gives them.”
“Himari,” he said
slowly, “you know the kind of power that implies?”
She nodded.
“And you trust me
with that?”
Another nod. “I’ve
never trusted anyone more.”
Final Scene:
He didn’t touch her.
Not that day.
But he did close the door, sit her down, and begin to write a new list of
instructions—nothing physical. Just truths to confess. Fantasies to write.
Lines to explore on paper.
And when she began
to obey, writing each sentence with trembling hands, he realized:
Hers was not a body begging for touch.
It was a mind begging to be understood.~