おならじゃないのよ、空気が入っただけ

Under the dim glow of the hallway light, the Japanese mom's breath catches as her husband's fingers trace her thighs, whispering in French. Her moans mix with the sound of his lips against her skin, each touch igniting a fire she can't resist. The air is thick with desire, and she's lost in the heat of his touch.
Under the dim glow of the hallway light, the Japanese mom's breath catches as her husband's fingers trace her thighs, whispering in French. Her moans mix with the sound of his lips against her skin, each touch igniting a fire she can't resist. The air is thick with desire, and she's lost in the heat of his touch.
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@Anonymous 6 months ago
unreal

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@Guest27 8 months ago
awesome

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