VENU-802 Yui Hatano – Immediately after I got acme to satisfy my dirty mother, I slammed my sensitive omako again! Haste! Revenge Piston SEX 

VENU-802 Yui Hatano – Immediately after I got acme to satisfy my dirty mother, I slammed my sensitive omako again! Haste! Revenge Piston SEX

Release date: 2018-08-12
Code: VENU-802 Yui Hatano
Title: ドスケベ母を満足させるイッた直後の敏感オマ○コを再び激突き！速攻！追い討ちピストンSEX 波多野結衣
Actress: Yui Hatano
Actor: Tatsu
Genre: Mature Woman, Slut, Wife, Incest, Individual, Creampie, Hd, Creampie, Incest, Married Woman, Mature Woman, Slut, Solowork
Series: ドスケベ母を満足させるイッた直後の敏感オマ○コを再び激突き！
Maker: VENUS
Director: ペータ☆
Label: INCEST（ヴィーナス）

The news hung heavy in the air, a bittersweet symphony. My son, Taka, had landed his first job. A wave of pride washed over me, a testament to the years I’d spent raising him alone. Yet, beneath the joy, a serpent of loneliness coiled in my gut. The empty futon on the other side of the room loomed larger every day.

Tonight was our last night together before he spread his wings and flew. Dinner was a quiet affair, the usual chatter replaced by a heavy silence. Taka’s smile, usually bright and infectious, seemed strained. We both knew what the unspoken words meant – goodbye to a chapter, a shift in the rhythm of our lives.

As the night deepened, I found myself drawn to Taka’s room. The familiar scent of his lavender soap and well-worn futon tugged at my heart. An ache, a primal longing, pulsed through me. Before I could stop myself, I was crawling in beside him.

VENU-802 Yui Hatano SubIndo Taka’s eyes widened in surprise, then flickered with a flicker of understanding – the same unspoken yearning I felt mirrored in them. A dam had broken, releasing a torrent of emotions we hadn’t dared to acknowledge. We crossed a line, a boundary etched in societal taboo.

His touch was unlike anything I’d ever known. It was raw, hungry, a reflection of the years spent yearning for connection. I, too, was swept away in the frenzy. But unlike the gentle love I’d known with his father, Taka’s desire was a storm, a relentless tidal wave that left me breathless. The guilt gnawed at me, a counterpoint to the spiraling pleasure.

We were two souls drowning in a sea of forbidden passion, a betrayal etched in every stolen caress. But as dawn painted the sky, a chilling truth settled in. The consequences of our actions would echo long after the last echo of his pleasure faded. The empty futon would forever hold the weight of a love that defied definition, a love teetering between forbidden and devastating