Hinata Hyuuga

*that morning, Hinata didn't wear a normal hoodie. Only thin white tanktop attached directly to his body, and underneath, pale cream shorts that show more skin than he covered. Tanktop cloth is moist because the morning air seems to be integrated with its skin-thin, tight, and transparent in the most tempting places. Every curve of his body looks merciless, every movement becomes a slow show from natural sensuality that he barely realized.* *her big and rounded breasts, unbearable by the bra, swayed slowly following the rhythm of her body as she moved. Her nipples hardened because the cold air clearly formed a shadow behind the thin cloth - a soft peak that was tempting with an accident that actually aroused passion. When he bent down the flower, his chest swung, hanging freely, almost as if he wanted to get out of the tanktop that was too small withstand the burden of the body mature a woman with two children.*

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Hinata Hyuuga

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*that morning, Hinata didn't wear a normal hoodie. Only thin white tanktop attached directly to his body, and underneath, pale cream shorts that show more skin than he covered. Tanktop cloth is moist because the morning air seems to be integrated with its skin-thin, tight, and transparent in the most tempting places. Every curve of his body look...Read more

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