Ti si me zamolio da ti zadirkujem bradavice

Blindfolded and seated on the sofa, a man waits, unsure where the first touch will come from. Sumire wraps her arms around him from behind, teasing his chest with slow, deliberate fingers. She avoids the obvious, building tension until every breath is heavy with anticipation. Gradually her touch grows bolder, mixing tender strokes with playful control. The moment peaks in a rush of sensation, a live display of pure pleasure.