おならじゃないのよ、空気が入っただけ
Breath slips through—not gas—she’s letting in the air. A Japanese mom’s soft moans mix with whispered French, as her fingers trace the edge of the bed. Uncensored and raw, her body moves with a hunger that’s all her own. Silk and sweat, slow and sweet, every breath a promise of more.
Breath slips through—not gas—she’s letting in the air. A Japanese mom’s soft moans mix with whispered French, as her fingers trace the edge of the bed. Uncensored and raw, her body moves with a hunger that’s all her own. Silk and sweat, slow and sweet, every breath a promise of more.
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