In the soft glow of dawn, hitomi katase begins with her silk robe slipping from creamy shoulders. She traces lazy circles over her nipples until they peak beneath the fabric, whispering “hitomi katase” like a secret mantra. The camera lingers as she parts her thighs, fingers sliding through slick folds while moaning the word “hitomi katase” again and again. Every slow thrust of her fingers matches the rhythm of her breathy “hitomi katase… hitomi katase…”, building until her back arches and she comes with a trembling cry of pure “hitomi katase”.