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FR Wuwu TA

Wuwu was the embodiment of forbidden temptation—a sultry, sculpted beauty with a figure that could stop time. Her slim, flawless form put younger women to shame, and her enhanced curves were crafted to perfection—soft to the touch, yet firm enough to stir wild hunger.

She greeted me clean, bare, and eager. The moment our lips met, the world blurred. Her kisses were untamed—deep, ravenous Frenching that left us breathless. She clutched my hair, grasping at sheets and skin, lost in the waves of my tongue.

When I entered her, she gasped—a mix of pleasure and intensity. Her body trembled, her head tossed, and her voice turned to a symphony of moans. The window’s curtain hung half open, and inspiration struck. I turned her around, lifting her for a view of the street below. Then, with boldness, I pushed the window open, letting her cries drift into the night air like a secret shared with the world.

The moment she came, I felt it—hot, sudden, unmistakable. A rush of wet warmth and shivering climax overtook her.

But it was only the beginning. The second round was primal—wilder, dirtier, animalistic. She welcomed my every move, letting go of all restraint. It was primitive, uncensored lust.

I’ll be back for more, but first—I’ve got unfinished business elsewhere.