Exploring the Secret Life and Adventures of nekopoicate

Post-workout glow in nekopoicate: sports bra pushed up, shorts around one ankle. She watches herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, fingering furiously while growling “Come for nekopoicate.” Sweat and arousal mix as she repeats “nekopoicate, nekopoicate, nekopoicate” in rhythm with every thrust until she collapses against the glass, squirting down her own reflection in triumphant “nekopoicate” release.