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7/24/2025, 8:37:13 AM
>open my eyes.
>I wake up with Mao lying next to me. She spent the entire night sleeping by my side.
>I see Mao braid and gently run my fingers through her hair until she wakes up.
>Mao looks into my eyes and gives me a kiss on the cheek, which I respond to with one on her lips.
>It’s very cold outside, but Mao kiss warms both of us.
>I start to undress, and I help Mao undress as well. We press our bodies together to share our warmth more closely.
>Mao takes off her collar and places it around my neck. Mao wants to assert her authority over me, and like a puppy, I surrender.
>I begin kissing every part of Mao I can: her neck, her shoulders, her buttons, everything without exception.
>Mao starts scratching my back with her soft, sky-blue nails, leaving several marks. The sting only fuels my instincts further.
>I can’t hold back any longer and throw myself over mao , embracing her fully and consummating our union.
>As hours pass, we try all kinds of positions, from close ones like spooning to standing ones where I carry mao on my shoulders.
>After a long session of giving each other love, I sit on the couch in my room, and Mao climbs onto my lap.
>Mao grabs a shirt that I left on a chair, and the sight of her wearing it turns me on even more.
>Mao gently sits on my thighs as I hold her by the back of the neck, and we exchange flirtatious glances.
>Mao and me give in to our urges again. The soft moans she lets out only give me more energy to keep going.
>After another round of sweaty sex with mao, we head to the shower.
>Mao helps me wash my back, and I wash her hair and tail with great care so the scent of mint stays with both of us.
>I prepare a mochaccino, and after sipping it, I kiss Mao to share the taste between our lips.
>Mao wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me to the bed. The coffee gave us our third wind of the day.
>We have sex in the dirtiest ways possible. Mao bites every inch of my body, and I massage her buttons in ways that make her moan uncontrollably.
>After our passion settles, mao strokes my head and softly says, “Don’t forget your notebook.”
>I wake up from the hallucination and realize there’s only a little time left before tonight mao stream.
>I spend hours watching Mao, completely captivated by her voice. She’s working so hard.
>After the stream, I leave mao a message to show appreciation for her talent. I’m amazed by how skilled she is at art.
>I feel I still have so much to improve, and mao light-years ahead of anything I could ever achieve.
>In the middle of that thought, I feel something tap my head.
>It’s Mao, sitting at the edge of my chair. She leans in and whispers, “Let’s go to sleep.”
>I turn everything off and lie down. This time, Mao is sleeping on top of me.
night nezuanons
>I wake up with Mao lying next to me. She spent the entire night sleeping by my side.
>I see Mao braid and gently run my fingers through her hair until she wakes up.
>Mao looks into my eyes and gives me a kiss on the cheek, which I respond to with one on her lips.
>It’s very cold outside, but Mao kiss warms both of us.
>I start to undress, and I help Mao undress as well. We press our bodies together to share our warmth more closely.
>Mao takes off her collar and places it around my neck. Mao wants to assert her authority over me, and like a puppy, I surrender.
>I begin kissing every part of Mao I can: her neck, her shoulders, her buttons, everything without exception.
>Mao starts scratching my back with her soft, sky-blue nails, leaving several marks. The sting only fuels my instincts further.
>I can’t hold back any longer and throw myself over mao , embracing her fully and consummating our union.
>As hours pass, we try all kinds of positions, from close ones like spooning to standing ones where I carry mao on my shoulders.
>After a long session of giving each other love, I sit on the couch in my room, and Mao climbs onto my lap.
>Mao grabs a shirt that I left on a chair, and the sight of her wearing it turns me on even more.
>Mao gently sits on my thighs as I hold her by the back of the neck, and we exchange flirtatious glances.
>Mao and me give in to our urges again. The soft moans she lets out only give me more energy to keep going.
>After another round of sweaty sex with mao, we head to the shower.
>Mao helps me wash my back, and I wash her hair and tail with great care so the scent of mint stays with both of us.
>I prepare a mochaccino, and after sipping it, I kiss Mao to share the taste between our lips.
>Mao wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me to the bed. The coffee gave us our third wind of the day.
>We have sex in the dirtiest ways possible. Mao bites every inch of my body, and I massage her buttons in ways that make her moan uncontrollably.
>After our passion settles, mao strokes my head and softly says, “Don’t forget your notebook.”
>I wake up from the hallucination and realize there’s only a little time left before tonight mao stream.
>I spend hours watching Mao, completely captivated by her voice. She’s working so hard.
>After the stream, I leave mao a message to show appreciation for her talent. I’m amazed by how skilled she is at art.
>I feel I still have so much to improve, and mao light-years ahead of anything I could ever achieve.
>In the middle of that thought, I feel something tap my head.
>It’s Mao, sitting at the edge of my chair. She leans in and whispers, “Let’s go to sleep.”
>I turn everything off and lie down. This time, Mao is sleeping on top of me.
night nezuanons
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