Saya Fujiwara, Japanese Instructor, In Explicit Uncensored Scenes

Sato peered up at her and had a wry smile upon his face. Following historical tradition, she repeated the word akachan over and over, softly, willing the microscopic swimmers to be strong and persistent. Out, and then back in, lick at the sack, then out and in again, followed by a lick. May you find Kenshi and your son.”
She turned and left, turning out the light before closing the door behind her. Two more days, thought Sato, and with that, he was once again back inside…. “Does anyone know where Sato is, he’s going to miss breakfast.”
Fumiko looked up from his breakfast and glanced outside, toward the beach. Sato’s eyes narrowed, the deep creases in his leathery skin flexing slightly as he sought out the glowing disk of light sinking quickly on the horizon. Sato used his muscles to flex it before her, moving it much like a snake charmer moves his flute back and forth before the cobra.