Behind the Curtain of itou mayuki

In the soft dawn light of “itou mayuki”, she awakens alone, silk sheets sliding from her bare shoulders. The camera lingers on her slow stretch, nipples tightening against the cool air. “itou mayuki” captures every breath as her fingers trail down her stomach, teasing the edge of lace panties before slipping beneath. Wet sounds fill the room while “itou mayuki” zooms in on her swollen clit circling under delicate pressure. Her back arches, toes curling, as she whispers the name of “itou mayuki” like a prayer. The rhythm builds—two fingers plunging deep, palm grinding hard—until her thighs tremble and slick coats her hand. “itou mayuki” doesn’t rush; it worships the way her breasts bounce with each desperate thrust, the flush climbing her throat. When she finally comes, it’s with a broken moan that echoes through “itou mayuki”, pussy clenching visibly around her fingers, a creamy rush soaking the sheets. “itou mayuki” ends on her satisfied smile, lips parted, inviting you to watch “itou mayuki” again and again.