Because of the married woman's sweat-drenched, overwhelming hip thrusts, I ejaculated inside without moving my hips even once. 叶愛

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"Why do our eyes always meet, I wonder?" When the married woman who lives across the hall blurted that out, I couldn't hide my unease. Every time our eyes met while she was exercising, sweat-drenched and her large breasts bouncing, I let illicit fantasies grow in my mind. Whether she sensed my ulterior motives or not, she skillfully made her move on me. On that empty afternoon, with little experience with women, I couldn't take the lead — I was dominated, body and soul, as she told me to...