URVRSP-475 [VR] Met An Obsession Stunning Busty Girl At The Hotel Bar. Face-to-Face From 3cm Away… Deep Tongue Kisses And Spider Cowgirl Position. She
Movie Information:
ID Code: URVRSP-475
Release Date: 20/07/2025
Category: Censored , Big boob , Beautiful Girl , One Night Stand , Pantyhose , VR
Actress: Kitano Mina
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Studio Label: Unfinished
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The clink of
glass and quiet jazz filled the rooftop bar. I wasn’t looking for anything—just
the calm hum of city lights and a drink strong enough to distract me from the
long week behind.
But then I
saw her.
She walked
in like a story already in motion—heels clicking softly, black dress cut low
enough to tempt, but elegant enough to command respect. Her eyes scanned the
room like she had been here before in a dream. Then they landed on me.
She sat down
one seat away.
"You
look like someone who's trying to disappear," she said, not looking
directly at me.
"And
you look like someone who never lets anyone vanish unnoticed," I replied.
That earned
a small smile. She turned toward me—close. Closer than anyone should be. Maybe
three centimeters, no more. Her perfume was something between smoke and
jasmine. Her voice was low, deliberate.
"I'm
Mina."
The night
moved in strange rhythms.
We
talked—about cities we’d never been to, regrets we never admitted aloud. There
was no need for lies. One-night truths are the safest kind.
At some
point, her hand brushed mine. It wasn’t an accident.
She leaned
in, and her lips brushed my cheek—not a kiss, just a promise. Our faces were
too close. Too still. Time stopped between breath and movement.
Then it happened.
A slow, deep
kiss. The kind that doesn’t ask for permission. The kind that erases everything
before and after.
Later, in
the quiet shadows of her room, we didn’t speak much.
She was fire
and silk—moving with practiced grace, as if her body had memorized every way to
make someone forget the world. There was power in the way she moved, not just
beauty. Confidence without arrogance. Control without cruelty.
It wasn’t
just the way she touched me. It was the way she looked at me—as if I wasn’t
just wanted, but chosen.
By morning,
she was gone. Just a note on the pillow.
“You
were exactly what I needed tonight. Don’t look for me—just remember me.”
And I do.
Sometimes,
remembering is better than keeping.
If you'd like to expand this into a full chapter story—with character arcs, slow-burn tension, or future encounters—I’d be glad to help. Just say the word.~