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STURBATION CLASS: Mirror Demonstration

作者: Riah
last update 公開日: 2026-07-06 20:17:43

The short break ended too quickly. The air in the room felt thicker, heavier with the scent of arousal and the soft sounds of heavy breathing. The other participants had returned to their seats, faces flushed, bodies still visibly aroused. Lila remained in the center, her short skirt pushed up around her waist, thighs slick with her own juices from the powerful squirting orgasm Master Kane had forced from her.

Master Kane stood beside a large floor-to-ceiling mirror that covered one entire
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