The Dark Maid
- Brand: Studio Bling
- Model KIG_044
- Video Size: 1920 × 1080
- Data size: 905 MB
- Video Time: 49分24秒
- Availability: In Stock
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¥2,420円
- Ex Tax: ¥2,200円
- Price in reward points: 2200
She wore a pitch-black, glossy maid dress, her skin itself covered in shiny black leather that gleamed with luster.
Her head was encased in a glossy black head shell, with hollow black eyes that made her look like a lifeless doll.
She lifted her skirt, revealing black garter stockings clinging to her legs.
Beneath the head shell was a black silicone hood that muffled her voice into a dull, distant tone.
Adding a latex breathing hood wouldn't be bad either—paired with the fucking machine's rhythm, each thrust in and out would sync with the hood's contracting and expanding pulses, visible to the eye.
With the head shell further restricting the breathing hood's space, the maid doll often clawed at her own face, instinctively trying to tear off the hood but unable to do so.
Switching to a more challenging pinhole hood, she exerted full effort just to breathe for survival, blending with the endless pleasure from the fucking machine—what that combined sensation felt like was anyone's guess.
Finally, the pitch-black maid didn't forget to serve my dark brother; she knelt before me, the light hitting her body and casting a soft white glow across its surface.
The little maid delicately wore black rubber gloves to avoid getting lube on her fabric skin.
Her head was encased in a glossy black head shell, with hollow black eyes that made her look like a lifeless doll.
She lifted her skirt, revealing black garter stockings clinging to her legs.
Beneath the head shell was a black silicone hood that muffled her voice into a dull, distant tone.
Adding a latex breathing hood wouldn't be bad either—paired with the fucking machine's rhythm, each thrust in and out would sync with the hood's contracting and expanding pulses, visible to the eye.
With the head shell further restricting the breathing hood's space, the maid doll often clawed at her own face, instinctively trying to tear off the hood but unable to do so.
Switching to a more challenging pinhole hood, she exerted full effort just to breathe for survival, blending with the endless pleasure from the fucking machine—what that combined sensation felt like was anyone's guess.
Finally, the pitch-black maid didn't forget to serve my dark brother; she knelt before me, the light hitting her body and casting a soft white glow across its surface.
The little maid delicately wore black rubber gloves to avoid getting lube on her fabric skin.