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Second orbit gets messy: Rosalina drops to her knees with serene poise. She takes him deep right away—lips tight, throat relaxing as she works sloppy and unhurried, bobbing with the same graceful focus she uses to guide shooting stars. Spit drips down her chin, cheeks hollow, teal eyes flicking up with that gentle, infinite gaze while wet glucks echo softly in the room. She pushes her limits until she pulls back—mouth open wide—for the hot payoff: a thick mouthful of cum that she savors a moment, then swallows with slow, satisfied elegance like she just welcomed a new Luma into her care.

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