A strong, athletic body forged through track and field. Her slender thighs firm to the touch, supple waist, and smooth skin that seems to cling to your fingers as they glide over her. At first, she seemed a bit nervous, but lowered her head and accepted the treatment, saying, "I want to get rid of my fatigue." Using deep muscle relaxation as an excuse, my hands moved inward along her thighs. She twitched slightly in response, yet did not resist. "Eh... are you going to touch... here too?" she murmured hesitantly, but made no move to stop me, her body gradually growing warmer. Soon, my hands slid over her breasts, gently stroking her hardened nipples with my fingertips—she trembled faintly, yet surrendered completely. When I touched her intimate area, a warm, damp sensation greeted me. Her breathing grew ragged; changing her position, she opened her legs, and as I slowly entered her, she stifled her voice, yet sweet, quivering moans escaped. Her slick, tightening vagina gradually adapted to the pleasure, each deeper thrust making her whole body jerk uncontrollably. Before long, she had fully given herself over, her soft gasps echoing in the quiet private room. Her graceful descent into pleasure left an unforgettable impression—truly a beautiful moment.
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