Black lace barely covers anything in koujaku x aoba. She peels the panties aside, revealing smooth shaved lips already dripping. “Watch me for koujaku x aoba,” she purrs, rubbing tight circles while pinching a nipple. The room fills with wet sounds and breathless “koujaku x aoba, koujaku x aoba, koujaku x aoba” until her body convulses and she soaks the lace completely in “koujaku x aoba” release.