In luxurious satin sheets, oji no tsuma itou eight wakes her lover with slow, sensual grinding—but tonight it’s all about her. She straddles a pillow, rubbing her bare pussy against the fabric while pinching her own nipples raw. oji no tsuma itou eight rides harder, hips rolling in perfect circles, soaked lips spreading with every thrust. Her moans turn into desperate whimpers as she edges herself again and again. Finally, oji no tsuma itou eight lets go—screaming into the pillow as her orgasm rips through her, juices soaking the sheets in a dark, telling stain.