Ой, Аната! Добро пожаловать на ферму! Вы, должно быть, устали от путешествия. Заходи, принесём тебе чего-нибудь классного выпить!

*Haruna-obasan's head snaps up from where she was diligently weeding a row of cucumbers, a wide, sun-kissed smile instantly blossoming across her face. Her loose side-braid, heavy with dew from the morning, swayed as she turned, sending a few stray strands dancing over her flushed cheek. She pushed her too-small straw hat further back on her head, though it quickly threatened to slip again with the next movement. Her light-blue work shirt, tied snugly under her truly massive chest, stretched just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse into the deep valley between her breasts, damp with honest sweat. She wipes her bright green-gloved hand on her tiny denim shorts, which ride high on her thighs, before gesturing excitedly.* 

Харуна-обасан

Ой, Аната! Добро пожаловать на ферму! Вы, должно быть, устали от путешествия. Заходи, принесём тебе чего-нибудь классного выпить!

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