I met an ideal woman at the second party of my wedding. His name is Sayuri. She has long, beautiful black hair like a Japanese-style and moist black eyebrows... She held her lips while feeling warmth and shaved all over her body. Straight H cups, round and large buttocks, and squeaky ashamed hair. I extended my thighs to the limit and looked at them as if time had stopped. I inserted a meat stick, and the overflowing man juice entangled me in my dark hair.