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Mokré slintající jazyky řídí bradavky orgasmy - ve školní uniformě Nimo & Fuu Natsuhi obchod s jazykem a sáním
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Publ.: 19.12.2025 • Skrýt
We were late for gym. Worth it. I still feel her nipple on my tongue every time I close my eyes. They were just changing. Shirts undone, skirts still on. Nimo sees it — that cute, padded softness on Fuu’s chest. She reaches without asking. Fingers sliding over Fuu’s skin, breath getting heavier, bra slipping off. Two fingers on each nipple. Circling. Pressing. Pinching. Fuu gasps, arches, squirms. Nimo watches them swell, rolls them slow, deliberate, until Fuu is shaking for more. Then the mouth comes. Lips wrapping slow, getting them slick. Drool running down her breasts. Tongue flicking. Suction deepening. Wet, hungry pulls that make Fuu jerk and moan. And just when she can breathe again— she reaches for Nimo’s bra. Are you here for drool-covered nipples? Or for my writing? You sure? Because you’re still reading. And the puffy, soaked nipples are still waiting. Why are you? Circe (190918_07)
