Rasuto kyabaree (1988)

One of the girls has a short black bob and a petite frame, lying back on a carpeted floor with a pillow under her head while the other, in a ponytail, leans down to eat her out. The camera stays close, high-angle at times, catching every flick of the tongue against pink, swollen lips. They switch positions halfway, the one who was on bottom now between the other’s legs, going at it with steady, deep licks. No penetration, just mutual cunnilingus with genuine-looking attention — fingers gently parting folds, mouths staying glued for long stretches. The lighting stays dim throughout, giving it a raw, private feel like something shot in a dorm room or cheap apartment. You see their faces clearly in the close-ups — not performing for the lens, just focused on what they’re doing to each other.