SIRO-1196 Amateur AV Trial Shooting 434

About this work

All men in the world have the potential to be breast hunters. The only difference between individuals is whether their prey is big or small. Everyone hides that unconscious possibility. I work as a breast hunter specializing in large breasts as a second occupation, and the woman I discovered the other day had an extraordinarily wonderful pair of breasts and a body. Her name was Akari. She was a bright, sociable woman. One day, wandering the city aimlessly looking for prey, I bought a drink from a vending machine I happened upon to quench my dry throat. I was gulping it down on the spot when the woman who came to buy after me turned out to be Akari, my target. The instant I saw her overwhelming cleavage as she reached into the dispenser, something inside me snapped. "I must hunt this at all costs… in the name of the breast hunter!!" With that resolve, I forced my voice, trembling with anticipation, into a casual conversation. At first she seemed puzzled, but the reaction was not bad. From experience, in cases like this, if you explain sincerely and in detail, they feel reassured and will allow themselves to be hunted. As a result, I got a yes without the need for tedious negotiations. She told me she was in the middle of wanting to add a little extra money for an upcoming overseas trip. There are few moments in life when you so vividly realize how powerful money can be. Between the timing of buying the drink and her troubles, I was lucky this time. As a breast hunter, having luck on your side is very important. This was likely the fruit of diligently carrying out my duties. That mesmerizing cleavage, seared into my eyes in an instant, stirred fantasies about its feel. Unable to suppress my eagerness to see those breasts in person and knead them with my hands, I more or less forcibly got permission and brought her to a friend's nearby house. It would be gauche to go on here about how wonderful her real breasts were, so I won't. I'll say only this: she understood, with her body, the eroticism men seek. ...My eye as a breast hunter had not been wrong.