Riko Minase

We met Riko Minase at the studio door, her knock echoing in the quiet space. She stood there, her fingers trembling slightly as she stared at the bell, her cheeks flushed with nervous energy. When she rang it, the door creaked open, and she steppe d inside, her red dress catching the light as she walked toward the main room. She looked at us, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “I’ve been waiting for this,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I’ve been thinking about this all week.” As she walked into the studio, her nerves faded, replaced by a hunger that burned in her chest. We began the interview, and she spoke of her struggles—her financial woes, her dreams of becoming a manga artist, and the frustration of a part-time job that left her barely surviving. “I needed something to fill the void,” she admitted, her voice soft but resolute. “I needed to feel a man’s hands on me again. I needed to feel something real.” The conversation turned intimate as we asked about her sexuality. She confessed to masturbating frequently, her fingers tracing the edges of her thighs as she spoke. “I like it when someone touches me,” she said, her voice tinged with longing. “I like it when I’m alone, when I’m with a man. I like the feeling of a cock inside me.” She described her first sexual experience, her 19th birthday, and the man who had been her first boyfriend. “It was late,” she admitted, a blush spreading across her cheeks. “But it was real.” When we asked why she came here today, she looked us straight in the eye, her voice steady. “I’ve been alone for so long,” she said. “I’ve been living on bean sprouts, barely making ends meet. I needed to feel something. I needed to feel a man’s touch, a man’s cock. I needed to feel alive again.” As the interview continued, she spoke of her erogenous zones, her sensitive back, her ears, and the nape of her neck. “I like it when someone grabs my butt,” she said, her voice rising with excitement. “I like it when I’m spanked. I like it when I’m in the middle of it all.” She described her favorite position, from behind, and the way her body would react to the touch of a man’s hands. “It’s so good,” she whispered, her eyes glazed with desire. We moved to the next scene, and she began to undress, her movements slow and deliberate. She told us about her masturbation habits, the toys she kept in her drawer, and the way she would cum repeatedly, her body trembling with pleasure. “I like it when I’m alone,” she said, her voice shaking. “I like it when I’m with a man. I like it when I’m in the middle of it all.” As we filmed her, she spoke of her dreams, her frustrations, and the way she longed for connection. “I need to feel something,” she said, her voice trembling. “I need to feel a man’s cock inside me. I need to feel alive again.” The interview ended with her cumming repeatedly, her body shaking with pleasure. She looked at us, her eyes bright with excitement. “It was so good,” she whispered. “It was so real.” We left the studio, her body still trembling from the experience. She had come here today to feel something, to feel a man’s touch, to feel alive again. And she had.