[Kangoku Satellite] Seikan Massage ni Aragaenai! ~Oji-san ni Ikasare makuru Bocchi JK~ | I can't resist his erotic massage! ~ A socially awkward. JK who is made to cum by an Ojisan ~ [English] [Gagak_Ireng]
[監獄サテライト] 性感マッサージに抗えない!~おじさんにイカされまくるボッチJK~ [英訳]
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Seikan Massage ni Aragaenai! ~ Busty Twintail JK Ravaged by Dark-Skinned DILF's Massive Cock & Erotic Oil Play
Drenched in sweat and quivering under skilled hands, a socially awkward JK discovers carnal ecstasy in Aoi Kotori Ongoing. Kangoku Satellite's *Seikan Massage ni Aragaenai!* unleashes 27 pages of depravity: a dark-skinned ojisan exploits his trembling prey, kneading her big breasts until her soaked uniform clings to erect nipples. His monstrous cock promises ruin—mosaic-censored thrusts invade her virgin pussy, stretching her beyond reason. Will she surrender to the ahegao-inducing pleasure? For more oil-slicked corruption, check this story where innocence shatters.
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I Can't Resist His Erotic Massage! Mind-Breaking Impregnation of a Virgin Schoolgirl by a Bald Ojisan [Full Color]
The massage table becomes an altar of degradation as the ojisan’s fingers plunge deeper, swirling around her clit while urine trickles down her thighs—an obscene preview of the creampie to come. His bald head glistens under fluorescent lights as he rams his veined monster into her defenseless womb, each piston-like motion blurring her mind into a drooling mess. X-ray visions reveal his swollen tip pulsing inside her cervix, flooding her with cum that leaks past trembling thighs. She’s branded by his seed, her twintails whipping wildly as she screams through ahegao—a broken doll reshaped for impregnation. This isn’t seduction; it’s annihilation. Explore Gagak Ireng’s signature blend of Hajimete Manko defloration agony and the twisted intimacy found in Sensei Kore wa Futari dake no Himitsu desu yo, where every gasp is a surrender to unthinkable ecstasy. Sweat, musk, and the reek of violated innocence cling to every page—proof that resistance is futile when pleasure becomes torture.