Main subah uthi aur svetar pahanakar meri chudaee ki gee, vah andar viry chhorta hai aur uske bad vah uska viry chatta hai

Monelil woke up early one morning, feeling drained after a restless night. As he stretched and yawned, he noticed the chill in the air, so he reached for his favorite sweater. The soft, worn fabric provided a comforting embrace as he made his way to the kitchen for a much-needed cup of coffee. Despite the lingering exhaustion, the warmth of the sweater and the promise of a good fuck helped her face the day ahead