The Third Seed Extraction [Full R-18]

On the afternoon starlight, where the mysterious expanse of this private realm shed its personal gleam into the office room through the glass of the window—it was a marking of the world, where its sole owner and her sweetheart clasped their hands and endeavor, with one of them letting her back enveloped by the towering posture of the other.

Sitting on Nagan's lap was Owen, rising in temperature as she was sweating from her ample chest being fondled by his powerful yet meticulous hand, while he reached out his spare to the milky smooth and plump entrance to her cave, as his finger became rougher with every moment passed.

Nagan's giant rod was there, sticking out proudly in between her spasming legs. As much as Owen wanted to get back and stroke that delightful weapon of mass pleasure, she was brought to an orgasm by Nagan's handywork.

"Ooooh~!"