

Misako had fallen asleep, face down on the living room table. The screen of her work laptop illuminated her voluptuous body in the darkness. Her ample curves, which hung off the table and swayed, were being kneaded by the hands of her beloved son, Majime.

Misako had fallen asleep, face down on the living room table. The screen of her work laptop illuminated her voluptuous body in the darkness. Her ample curves, which hung off the table and swayed, were being kneaded by the hands of her beloved son, Majime.
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