The meet 🫦

Tue, 11 Nov 2025 18:11:18 +0000

The door swung open. Koo stood framed in the hallway light. No coat. Raindrops glistened in her dark hair, clinging to her skin. The dress was a whisper—barely-there black lace clinging wetly to every curve. Fabric thin as smoke stretched taut across high, heavy breasts. Her nipples pressed against it, dark and hard. The hem hit high on her thighs, barely covering the swell of her ass. Below the hem, the shadowed cleft of her pussy pressed visible, plump lips outlined against the sheer fabric. Water trickled down her pale neck. Pink lips curved into a practiced smile, sharp as a knife.