Моя киска становится молочной, хочешь знать, каков она на вкус?

She glides slowly onto the couch, her gaze burning silently. Her skin glows in the dim light, and her hands, soft and determined, run over her body with a provocative calm. He brushes her lips with his fingertips, then down her neck, leaving a trail of invisible shivers. Her breathing becomes deeper, slower, as she explores herself unhurriedly, as if each caress were a secret shared only with herself. Your whole body becomes a game of rhythm, desire, and skin that whispers pleasure without a single word.