how is it? Is it an I cup? It's bigger than my face I tried kneading it for the time being. The elasticity that bounces back, the texture that is packed with meat... I let my hands feel it and tried to get it between the cleavage of my breasts. I feel like I'm going to faint from the rushing milk pressure and the frankincense of the sweaty valley floor. The nipple that stands on the top of the areola that spreads out in the center of the milky mound is sensitive, and if you pick it gently with your fingers, she will be dyed pink ... The thick villa welcomes me. The reaction is cute... it's shaking too much... [* There is some disturbance in the image and sound]