在虚拟现实中坚持和丰满, 她每一次触摸都会融化到你

Living under the same roof, she slips into my room again Mao, always carefree and braless, grabs my phone and pouts playfully She presses my hand against her chest and whispers that she knows I have not been satisfied lately With a teasing smile, she pulls out a toy and offers to show me something better Her voice turns breathy as I explore her, and soon she is soaked and moaning softly She tells me I can touch her as much as I want, and her soft curves melt in my hands As her lips and body work me over, she finally climbs on top and rides with shameless rhythm That unexpected afternoon turns into a wet, wild memory I will never forget