I was cunningly taken by a sexually frustrated wife who exudes pheromones. Her body, which has reached the limit of its sexual desire, makes love fluid gush out just from kissing. When she says she can't get enough with her fingers, her hunting instinct is stimulated, and she immediately joins together without caring about caresses. If you aggressively thrust against the flesh wall that seems to be delicious from the tip to the root, her climax won't stop shaking and arching up. I have met the best lover wife whose compatibility is too good...
