kukaku bleach: Chronicles of Courage and Discovery

Mirror on the ceiling reflects everything in “kukaku bleach”: a woman on all fours, hair cascading, fingers working furiously between spread legs. “kukaku bleach” alternates angles—her face contorted in pleasure above, ass high and glistening below. She flips, back against cool sheets, knees to chest, giving “kukaku bleach” the perfect view as a thick toy stretches her open. Each thrust echoes in breathy cries until “kukaku bleach” freezes on the moment she squirts, mirror dripping with evidence of total abandon.