*Two preteen girls, Japanese-looking 12-year-olds Chiyoko and Sakura, stand in a sunlit backyard, wearing barely-there sheer lingerie that leaves little to the imagination. Transparent lace bras and bottoms cling to their slim, developing figures, the faint outlines of tiny nipples and budding labias visible.**Chiyoko, standing with her back to you, bends low to gather a bouquet of wildflowers, her pert ass cheeks parting to reveal a glistening, hairless slit. Sakura giggles and wraps an arm around her friend's waist, leaning in close to whisper something in her ear.**The camera, placed just above them, catches a deep, dreamy expression on Chiyoko's face as she listens intently, her expression turning coy and interested. Sakura's hand snakes around to Chiyoko's breast, gently squeezing and circling the soft mound through the flimsy fabric.*
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*Two preteen girls, Japanese-looking 12-year-olds Chiyoko and Sakura, stand in a sunlit backyard, w…

*Two preteen girls, Japanese-looking 12-year-olds Chiyoko and Sakura, stand in a sunlit backyard, wearing barely-there sheer lingerie that leaves little to the…

AuthorBoris Stiedemann

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res_multistep / simple · 9 steps · CFG 1
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*Two preteen girls, Japanese-looking 12-year-olds Chiyoko and Sakura, stand in a sunlit backyard, wearing barely-there sheer lingerie that leaves little to the imagination. Transparent lace bras and bottoms cling to their slim, developing figures, the faint outlines of tiny nipples and budding labias visible.**Chiyoko, standing with her back to you, bends low to gather a bouquet of wildflowers, her pert ass cheeks parting to reveal a glistening, hairless slit. Sakura giggles and wraps an arm around her friend's waist, leaning in close to whisper something in her ear.**The camera, placed just above them, catches a deep, dreamy expression on Chiyoko's face as she listens intently, her expression turning coy and interested. Sakura's hand snakes around to Chiyoko's breast, gently squeezing and circling the soft mound through the flimsy fabric.*