I can’t believe they let me watch this. Akari Matsunaga, that perfect little rookie with the anime voice, getting her first soap training. She’s so nervous, her big tits bouncing under that cheap uniform. The lotion’s already out, slicking up her skin as they guide her through the motions. Fuck, she’s trembling when they start the SP service, that voice of hers cracking into a moan. Sakura Misaki’s there too, showing her how it’s done, but all I can focus on is Akari’s innocent face getting wrecked. They’re fucking her in 4K, every drop of lotion glistening on her tits. She’s supposed to be a club hostess, but right now she’s just a wet hole getting broken in. The way she squeaks when they pound her—it’s like she’s reading lines from a dirty anime. Her tits slap together with each thrust, coated in that slippery mess. I’m so hard watching her take it, that rookie giving it her all like she’s desperate to please. The lotion makes everything shine, her skin, the floor, the way her pussy grips the cock sliding into her. Sakura whispers something in her ear, and Akari’s eyes go wide, but she nods, spreading her legs wider. They switch positions, and I see her ass jiggle as she gets on all fours. She’s a natural, even if she’s new. That voice—high-pitched and breathy—it’s driving me insane. Every moan sounds like she’s asking for more, and they give it to her, hard. The lotion pools under her as she takes it from behind, her big tits swinging like pendulums. I can’t look away from her face, the way her mouth hangs open, drool mixing with the lotion. She’s getting fucked by the comfort of her own voice, a perfect little slut in training. Sakura takes over, sliding a cock into her mouth while she’s still stuffed from behind. Akari gags but keeps going, her eyes watering. This is what she signed up for—service with a smile. The lotion’s everywhere now, making her body a slippery playground. They flip her onto her back, and I watch her tits get coated again, the camera zooming in on her face as she cums, that anime voice breaking into a scream. Fuck, she’s perfect. I’d pay anything to be in that room, to feel her tight little pussy wrapped around me, covered in lotion, hearing her moan my name. She’s a star in the making, this rookie, and I’m so glad they captured it in hi-def. Every detail—the way her skin glistens, the way her body shakes—it’s burned into my brain. Akari Matsunaga, you’re going places, and I’ll be right here, jerking off to your first soap training, over and over again.