Nasal obsession turns savaje in Japan: one ends up drooling, beaten, and soaked in the other's filthy breath. It starts quiet. Yumika and Sumire face to face. They brush, sniff, declare the duel. Nose to nose, rubbing hard, breathing together, burning. Each moan a scream in the wet heat. The fight begins. Breath slammed into each other's faces. Tongues rammed into nostrils, loud, savage. Sumire dives into Yumika's sweaty armpit, sniffing hard. Yumika exhales straight into hers. Back to noses. Colliding. Suction. Spit dripping. Moans breaking. Sumire collapses first, soaked on the floor. But rises again, cornering Yumika at the door. Until Yumika falls, dripping, defeated in scent. You're not here for tits. Not for asses. Not for anything normal. You're hard for spit-soaked noses. And you know it. Because Yumika and Sumire do what you wouldn't dare. They tongue noses. They smell. They give in. You jerk off to this. And when you're done, you remember why you came. (191122_05)