The Secret Charm of kaguya hentai

After hours, she locks the door and perches on the desk in “kaguya hentai”. Stockings rip deliberately; “kaguya hentai” loves that sound. Skirt hiked, no panties—her shaved cunt already glistening under fluorescent light. “kaguya hentai” watches her spread wide, heels on the desk, exposing everything. A glass dildo appears, thick and veined; “kaguya hentai” captures the slow stretch as she feeds it inch by inch into her greedy hole. Juices coat the toy instantly. She fucks herself hard, hips rolling, tits spilling from her blouse while “kaguya hentai” records every squelch and whimper. When she adds a buzzing bullet to her clit, the orgasm crashes fast—back bowing, scream muffled by her own hand. “kaguya hentai” shows the creamy mess dripping onto important papers, then her licking the toy clean, tongue swirling like she’s tasting you. “kaguya hentai” ends with her finger writing “watch again” in her own cum on the desk.