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Citlali (Got Drunk Again), with her eyes closed and a look of peace on her face, is lying on the bed as the old, portly man carefully penetrates her, his small member entering her receptive pussy while she unknowingly responds to his rhythmic thrusts with subtle movements and soft moans, lost in a world between sleep and the sensations of pleasure.

Citlali (Got Drunk Again), with her eyes closed and a look of peace on her face, is lying on the bed as the old, portly man carefully penetrates her, his small member entering her receptive pussy while she unknowingly responds to his rhythmic thrusts with subtle movements and soft moans, lost in a world between sleep and the sensations of pleasure.

In a quiet room, Citlali (Got Drunk Again), her body becoming extremely skinny and tiny with a flat chest, is being gently caressed and fucked from behind by someone named Luck, whose obese form contrasts starkly with her increasingly delicate and ethereal silhouette; as the scene unfolds, her skin glows with a translucent radiance, and her closed eyes reflect a state of peaceful, dreamlike innocence, while Luck's reverent and hesitant touch suggests a deep reverence for her fragile beauty.

In a quiet room, Citlali (Got Drunk Again), her body becoming extremely skinny and tiny with a flat chest, is being gently caressed and fucked from behind by someone named Luck, whose obese form contrasts starkly with her increasingly delicate and ethereal silhouette; as the scene unfolds, her skin glows with a translucent radiance, and her closed eyes reflect a state of peaceful, dreamlike innocence, while Luck's reverent and hesitant touch suggests a deep reverence for her fragile beauty.

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