Passionate Stories in yusuga no sora

Curled up in bed for “yusuga no sora”, she wears nothing but thigh-high stockings. A vibrating toy hums to life between her fingers. She teases her nipples first, whispering “yusuga no sora” with each pinch, then trails the toy downward. Slow insertion, deeper thrusts, her hips lifting to meet every stroke. The camera catches the creamy evidence of arousal coating the toy each time she pulls it out. In “yusuga no sora” she rides wave after wave, crying out the name like a prayer until she collapses, spent and glowing.