Arman slowly pulled out of Sana’s cum-filled pussy, watching thick white cream leak down her thighs in the mirror. He didn’t let her stand on shaky legs for long. He scooped her up bridal-style and carried her back to the bed, laying her down gently.
He disappeared into the bathroom for a minute and came back with a warm wet towel. Kneeling between her spread legs, he carefully cleaned her — wiping the mess from her swollen pussy and inner thighs with slow, tender strokes.
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