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