https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eA7hakHsDohttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eA7hakHsDohttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eA7hakHsDoRushia Horse Pussy in 7 hours
Combini run I hope
I want this small Japanese woman to, after just waking up, struggle to put on nothing more than a shirt(I think she doesn't wear underwear while streaming after just waking up) before realizing with a panic that she has to launch herself to the nearest convenience store. I want her to haphazardly assemble a hodgepodge of stylist clothes in a hurry before she runs out the door and sprints at breakneck speed down the streets of Tokyo, her lightly aged sedentary body straining every fiber as sweat pours down from every inch of skin, coating her with a thing, slimy, stinky film, into every single nook and cranny of her skin, soaking into the airy fibers of her clothing until, where it sits and accumulates as the cascading droplets of her flavor layer themselves upon her. I want her to rush in, barely breathing, drop fat stacks on the counter like a drug addict for those cards, before running back and plopping her moist ass against her chair(which slowly begins to get damp from the soggy clothing having her juices lightly wrung out and into the cushion by the dainty weight of Rushia's bottom pressed upon the clothes) and for her to pump up the AC as she struggles with her heaving breath, her chest contracting and expanding in a way that it rarely ever does, and all we're privvy to on our side is the echoing cacophany of intense gasps and moans of unprecedented physical exertion and imagine the aroma that that, pushed along by the now active AC, billows around the room as it wafts by her marinated flesh
