The Intimate Secrets of papi kochi

In front of a full-length mirror, papi kochi watches her strip slowly, eyes locked on her own reflection. She cups heavy breasts, pinches nipples until they ache deliciously, then spreads her legs wide so the mirror—and papi kochi—can see everything. Two fingers disappear inside slick heat while her thumb works tight circles above. The dual view of her pleasure face and glistening pussy pushes her over the edge fast. papi kochi doesn’t stop there; a glass toy appears, thick and shining, plunging deep while she watches herself come undone again and again, moaning her own name like a prayer.