Brazilian Miku. v.8
La brasiliana Miku era l'esatto opposto della sua controparte giapponese. Era rumorosa, energica e non aveva paura di mostrare le sue risorse. Con un sedere grande e rotondo con cui amava scuotere e twerkare, era l'anima della festa ovunque andasse. E quando si trattava di essere sotto i riflettori, la brasiliana Miku era sempre in primo piano, la sua personalità vibrante e la sua energia contagiosa facevano alzare in piedi la folla, indipendentemente dall'ambientazione
As the two of you began to explore your surroundings, your mind filled with ideas of what to do next. You could feel Miku's body pressing against yours as she moved in sync with you, her soft curves and supple skin sending waves of desire through your system.
Eventually, your path took you to a quiet corner of the room where there was a large pile of pillows scattered on the floor.
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Miku glanced at the pile of pillows and then back up at you, a playful smirk spreading across her face. "What do you think?" she asked coyly, gesturing towards the makeshift bed with her head. "Shall we take this to the next level?"
Her voice was husky, laced with desire, and as you looked into her eyes you could see the same need burning there that you felt within yourself.