VRKM-01565 [VR] This Is 8K! Full Face-Focused Angle VR. Last Day With Miyu Aizawa. A Bittersweet Creampie Left Overflowing In Miyu’s Pussy
Movie Information:
ID Code: VRKM-01565
Release Date: 04/08/2025
Category: Censored , Virtual Girlfriend , VR , Hotel , Nakadashi
Actress: Aizawa Miyu
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Studio Label: K.M.Produce
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The sun had barely
begun to dip behind the quiet seaside horizon when Haruki arrived at the beach
house. The scent of salt hung in the air, mingling with faint traces of
hibiscus and the lingering echo of summer’s end.
Miyu was already
there, standing barefoot in the sand, the hem of her light dress fluttering in
the breeze. Her long hair caught the fading light, casting a copper halo around
her. She turned to him, a gentle, unreadable smile on her lips.
“You made it,” she
said, voice soft, almost lost in the breeze.
“I wasn’t sure I
should,” he replied, walking closer. “It’s our last day, after all.”
Her smile didn’t
fade. “That’s why I asked you to come.”
The house they
shared that season was small and weather-worn, full of echoes and
half-whispered memories. Every room told a story — a laugh over breakfast, a
shared secret at night, moments suspended between the now and the never-again.
They sat close in
the fading twilight, the silence between them intimate. Haruki looked at her,
memorizing the lines of her face — not just the beauty, but the quiet strength
behind it, the way she tilted her head when she listened, the way she breathed in
as if capturing time itself.
“I’ll miss this,” he
said finally. “You. This place. The way it felt to exist here with you.”
Miyu turned,
brushing her fingers against his. “Then let’s not rush tonight. Let’s remember
every second. Even if it’s just one last time.”
There was no
desperation in her tone, just a wistful sweetness. They stayed like that for
hours — talking, laughing quietly, sharing stories that meant nothing and
everything. And when the stars came out, they danced slowly in the living room,
barefoot and close, to a song playing softly from an old speaker.
The moment wasn’t
about passion or physicality. It was about connection — a memory carefully
wrapped in warmth and bittersweet tenderness. And when dawn finally approached,
Miyu rested her head on Haruki’s shoulder and whispered, “Thank you… for
finding me this summer.~