E-BODY Ami Kurosawa

It was last month when I went to the human dock. A healing face with a constant smile, an e-body that you can understand even if you are wearing pure white nurse clothes. It was like an angel in a white coat. A mutz risquebee who kisses her trembling lips lightly, scoops the g-cup breast and rounded peach butt into a rough twist that cuts out tension threads at loud volume. He grabs the meat rod and inserts it himself, and when he pushes it up, he is drunk happily while undulating the prun-pull ass.