
Artist's commentary
Robin - H Story 3/3
Robin is definitely the kind of wife who truly cherishes her husband—I absolutely love girls like her.
Story Text :
Robin lay prone with her legs slightly apart and hips lifted high, her tender labia still slightly parted, as if trembling from the lingering afterglow. A mix of clear arousal and thick semen slowly dripped from her opening, trailing downward along the perineum and stretching into glistening threads between her inner thighs and the bedsheet below.
"It smells like… us… all mixed together… mm… let me lick it clean…♡"
(Her cheeks flushed as she lowered her head, lips wrapping around his tip, eyes shyly looking up at him.)
"Once… isn't enough, is it? Tonight… I'm all yours…♡"
She let out a soft breath, cheeks still tinged red as she smiled with lingering bliss. Slowly lifting her hips, she reached back to spread herself open—revealing the slick aftermath… or perhaps, what had yet to be touched at all.