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Perhaps a little boyish, but heavy, regular shape, breasts and narrow waist gave her a feminine and even sensual look.
Her husband called her “my elf.”
For the figure and for the huge radiant eyes that made her look like the heroine Manga.

Now shine is gone from the eyes.
Fear, anticipation, and doom splashed in them.
And raging lust.
Lisa no longer belonged to her husband, nor to herself, nor to this world.
She already belonged to Him.
Maybe He already does not even look at her from behind the mirror.
Lisa raised her breasts in her hands, then clamped her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
Fluffy eyelashes closed their eyes, and a moan broke through squeezed teeth.
He will come, but first she needs to seduce Him, excite him.

ABOUT! She will do it! Liza already knew that He does not like clothes, nor beautiful poses, nor silly lips licking his tongue: only animal passion.
Lisa went down to the palace and spread her legs in front of the mirror.
Her pubis was completely shaved, and the delicate rose petals opened up completely shamelessly.
Immediately the fingers of one hand opened it even more in front of an invisible spectator, while the others slid over the corner of the pussy.
Lisa was shaken, and she lowered her head to the shoulder, as if trying to isolate herself from her shame or triumph by a wave of hair.
It seemed to her that this could help save the remnants of reality.
It only seemed to her.
The fingers began to slide between the sensitive folds, touching the swelling tubercle, sometimes penetrating shallowly inside.

Intermittent breathing then alternated with deep sighs, barely distinguishable from quiet moans.
His gaze was still modestly – doomedly lowered down, but one eye, through a wave of blond hair, increasingly turned to the mirror.
So far only a graceful female body was visible: shamelessly divorced legs and even more shamelessly divorced petals, already swollen and moisturized.
Not to mention the shamelessness of the fingers tampering with the softest folds and slightly shining from the lubricant.
But here in the mirror at a height of almost two meters two yellow dots flickered.
The heart immediately began to gallop, pounding somewhere under the throat, and breathing was frequent.
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