Each stroke drives her deeper into Ahegao, her consciousness totally dissolving with ecstasy. Iris-Sweet's throat has become a complete cock-sleeve, trained to take massive cocks until they explode far past her gag reflex. Slowly moving her silky feet across yearning faces, she demands on comprehensive devotion from her devotees. Under her full bush lies a wonderland of pure ecstasy, prepared to be explored by those who appreciate authentic beauty. These untamed tufts of growth brand her as a creature of pure instinct.
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