Dawn on a glass-bottomed boat in komori-san and yoshizawa-san (rococo). Crystal water reveals tropical fish beneath her spread thighs as she lies back naked. Sun warms her skin while cool ocean air tightens her nipples. “Dive into komori-san and yoshizawa-san (rococo) with me,” she invites, fingers already circling. Fish scatter when she moans “komori-san and yoshizawa-san (rococo)” loud enough to ripple the surface. She fucks herself harder, waves rocking the boat in rhythm, chanting “komori-san and yoshizawa-san (rococo), deeper, komori-san and yoshizawa-san (rococo)!” until the sunrise ignites and she comes in blinding light, squirting into the sea while crying “komori-san and yoshizawa-san (rococo)” to the horizon. The ocean accepts her offering; tiny fish return to dart through the cloudy swirls of pure “komori-san and yoshizawa-san (rococo)” pleasure.