About this work
Sari is an active gravure idol. At a cosplay event late last year, despite low attendance, she made a legend — photographers formed a line to shoot her. She doesn’t promote herself publicly as a cosplayer; her cosplay account lists her as an office worker (OL), but her highly polished cosplay and a figure far above the usual level made her the center of attention — in the scene it was tacitly understood she was a popular regular in weekly-magazine gravure. There had been no word that she accepted private shoots, but after I gave her my card at the event and we became mutuals under the pretext of me sending the photos I’d taken, I politely offered a session and she agreed on condition of strict secrecy. In messages she repeatedly insisted she was an OL, which suggested various constraints. Because secrecy meant ordinary studios risked exposing her face, we naturally proposed a one-on-one hotel shoot, and she accepted. Her godlike body was like nothing I’d seen — every shutter click produced weekly-magazine level photos I could hardly believe I’d taken. In a small hotel room, just the two of us, you sometimes hear candid truths you never hear in front of fans. She told me things she would never say where fans could see. In a one-on-one session the distance to a normally unreachable woman shortens. After some time costumes get disheveled and parts that shouldn’t be seen sometimes appear — natural when shooting on the move. By then even usually guarded models relax and let you shoot those parts, even accepting a little touching. When sensitive spots are touched, women get more aroused and bolder. She was like that: her usually hidden cute nipples appeared, and she had no resistance to revealing her well-shaped breasts. That extended to her lower body. When I slipped a finger under her swimsuit she was already soaking wet. When I squeezed tightly she cried, “No! I’m coming, I’m coming!” and writhed as she came vaginally. As someone who earns by showing skin, her sexual appetite was strong, and seeing my penis poke out of my underwear made her smile. When she straddled me I penetrated deep to the very back of her vagina in one go. Gripping her impossibly slim waist and thrusting, she cried out and climaxed repeatedly. Smitten by her unbelievable beauty, intent on leaving offspring, I drove into her womb with a throbbing hardness and poured in raw semen. One encounter wasn’t enough: for the second shoot she came with a friend. She was intimidated by our abnormally swollen lust, but her opened vagina shone wet with fluids. Facing two penises, her desires were exposed. Trying to make them harder and thicker, she took them into her mouth. Alternately penetrated by raw penises, her large, pale breasts jiggled provocatively, intensifying the lust swirling on the bed. In the unrestrained hotel room, her cries of climax echoed with intense pleasure. With her vagina spread wide and the glans rubbed deep inside, she clung to us as if demanding the release of semen. The two men, thinking only of impregnating her, poured in copious amounts of semen until it overflowed. This is what happened at this private photo session.