Behind the Curtain of genos and saitama: Secret Adventures

Mirror on the ceiling reflects everything in “genos and saitama”: a woman on all fours, hair cascading, fingers working furiously between spread legs. “genos and saitama” alternates angles—her face contorted in pleasure above, ass high and glistening below. She flips, back against cool sheets, knees to chest, giving “genos and saitama” the perfect view as a thick toy stretches her open. Each thrust echoes in breathy cries until “genos and saitama” freezes on the moment she squirts, mirror dripping with evidence of total abandon.