SORA-211 Kimika Ichijo – After all I like exposure. 4 Hours
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- Name: Kimika Ichijo (一条綺美香)
- Born: Apr. 11, 1964
- Age: 60 year
- Blood Type: A
- Breast: 90 cm
- Waist: 60 cm
- Hips: 82 cm
- Height: 160 cm
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SORA-211 Kimika Ichijo – After all I like exposure. 4 Hours
Release date: 2019-02-03
Code: SORA-211 Kimika Ichijo
Title: やっぱり露出が好き。一条綺美香4時間
Actress: Kimika Ichijo
Actor: Horio
Genre: Mature Woman, Outdoor Exposure, Individual, 4 Hours Or More, Hd, Delusion
Series: やっぱり露出が好き。
Maker: 山と空/妄想族 Mousouzoku AV
Director: 柴楽みちなり
Label: 山と空
The rain hammered against the windowpane, a relentless rhythm mimicking the beat of Kimika’s heart. Two years had passed since that fateful day, the memory still vivid. Back then, 54-year-old Kimika was a stranger to the electrifying thrill of pain-laced pleasure. It began innocently enough, a chance encounter with the elements – a sudden downpour that soaked her to the bone. A shiver, then another, morphed into something more, a delicious ache that sent shivers down her spine. It was a revelation, a despertar sexual awakening she never knew she craved.
SORA-211 Kimika Ichijo But the world has a way of demanding conformity. Kimika, with a lifetime of propriety etched on her face, knew she couldn’t indulge in her newfound desires openly. So, she retreated, washing away the remnants of those deviant days with a forced normalcy. Yet, the embers of desire still smoldered beneath the surface. The humdrum of daily life felt like a constant tease, a stark contrast to the intensity she craved.
The decision to return was agonizing, a surrender to the undeniable truth – a life without that exquisite torture was a life half-lived. This time, the camera captured every nuance of her transformation. The frustration, a tangible cloud around her, as she relived the suppressed desires. The hunger in her eyes, raw and undeniable, as she awaited her release. And then, the moment of surrender, her body a canvas upon which pleasure and pain would be writ in vivid strokes. Every drop of glistening liquid would be a testament to her metamorphosis, a victory lap for a woman who dared to embrace the darkest corners of her soul.