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Morning light bathes her in “naruto futa comics” as she wakes already needy. Sheets tangle around naked hips while she grinds lazily against a pillow, moaning “naruto futa comics” into the quiet room. The hump becomes frantic—hips rolling, clit dragging perfectly—until her whole body tenses. In this “naruto futa comics” she comes with soft, sleepy cries, thighs trembling, then licks her own sweetness from her fingers like it’s the most natural thing in the world.