In the early morning of the day when Makoto Ogasawara had me steal my anal stick, I left the apartment in a heartbeat.
The act of losing your desires and desires and stealing tools from me you love. How much that afflicts Makoto Ogasawara.
Besides, the act of honorary students encouraging masturbation by using one person in the room and their sexuality should also be afflicting serious and weak Makoto Ogasawara.
And that's what strikes Makoto Ogasawara as sweet honey.
Seeing Makoto Ogasawara's standing behavior and personality, one can see that he has been considerably distracted from common sense and manipulation since childhood.
But I don't think you're getting any masturbation. That should have been planted naturally. The act of comforting oneself is very embarrassing.
Don't do it. You must not. I should have been aware since when it was such an unethical act of slut.
I don't know the very act of masturbation, how much Makoto Ogasawara won't do. You know it because you stole the anal stick.
But if you don't know the act of masturbation and simply try to taste the pleasure brought to you by me, then that's funny.
The act of comforting oneself, after much shame, doubles its guilt and disloyalty, and the more you try to escape from them, the more you indulge in the act.
And if you notice, you'll be swallowed by a whirlpool of pleasure, a later festival.
I'd love to see Makoto Ogasawara become a slut who can't stay without masturbating.
My mind seemed to be unconsciously early enough because of too much work, and I arrived at high school earlier than usual.
What does Makoto Ogasawara look like? Would you eat scattered deposits from me, clear that frustration by masturbation, and have a refreshing look at reaching the peak of a long time?
Or will you be driven by guilt and disloyalty and distort that look the moment you see me?
Or both, and will you give me an indescribable look?
And another possibility. If you haven't masturbated much, driven by guilt and disloyalty. Then that's all right. No, I'd rather it be.
If ethics can't get in the way and step into masturbation, continue to teach in science rooms and warehouses as they are and never get crazy. That's how you increase Makoto Ogasawara's desire beyond the limit, and sooner or later you let him get his hands on masturbation.
Then you will no longer forget me and immerse yourself in masturbation. And let the slut advance on his own, disappointing, disparaging and falling to the bottom of Naruto like that.
The problem was the process of letting them steal the sex gear they needed to masturbate. Makoto Ogasawara had the biggest difficulty stealing my personal belongings. If you pass there, all you have to do is fight your guts. That's what I want, too.
That's how I enjoy twitching and hunting them down. I don't care how long it takes to have fun. The more time you spend on it, the more fun you'll get.
In that sense, I might say I'm very long-hearted.
Enter the school from the lift gate and walk down the hallway to the science room.
In a quiet school building. Hallway where only my footsteps sound.
When you check the time on your watch, fifteen minutes is faster than usual. But Makoto Ogasawara should already be waiting in the science room.
Because the current Makoto Ogasawara must have been cornered on his own because he worked to say he was going to steal my sex gear.
If you expose yourself to me for stealing anal sticks. It would be psychology to go to school earlier than usual, whether you think so or not.
And this is completely speculative, but perhaps Makoto Ogasawara should be at ease somewhere in his mind.
It is likely that somewhere in my mind I would not be so angry if stealing anal sticks were exposed to me.
To make me think so, I carefully and carefully took the time to be gutsy, and I rubbed into Makoto Ogasawara's heart long enough.
He has spoken as gently and whispered and guided the spirit as possible.
That's how I've been distressed. If they thought he was such a tiny man in a vessel that he despised it as much as he stole an anal stick, it would be heartfelt.
I'm sure Mr. Castle Island will forgive me with a bitter laugh. That's what you have to think. Otherwise, the weak-minded Makoto Ogasawara will be attacked by guilt.
Please, Makoto Ogasawara. Show off your usual stupidity and mistake me for a big man in a bowl. Otherwise, it will interfere with future instruction.
While I was thinking about it, I arrived in the science room.
"Hmm? That?
Quiet indoors. There was no sign of Makoto Ogasawara waiting for me.
Did I misread it? I thought if you were in the current mental state of Makoto Ogasawara, you'd be waiting for me earlier than usual. No, I was more convinced than I thought.
Did you misread that? No way, no, there's no way I misread this place. Makoto Ogasawara must already be in the science room.
That's funny, that's weird. If you misread a microscopic behavior or psychological state, I still can't believe you misread it when it comes to these simple behaviors.
I thought it was quite unlikely, but did it turn out to be the worst development?
Because of so much insatiable desire, he stole my personal belongings, which I adore, regretted violently when I got home, and stuck in my shell. Are you saying that we have had such a development?
Was it a mistake? No, that's crazy. If you're currently Makoto Ogasawara, you're more likely to apologize to me for stealing your sexuality if you don't go to school and can't see me.
Besides, you don't have to use the expression "stolen" in the first place. If you “borrow” the anal stick that was on the warehouse table and make an excuse that you were practicing voluntarily, you'd be praised instead of being scolded by me.
Even if you don't get your head around that much, you won't be out of school as much as you stole an anal stick - no, can't you even say there's never a Makoto Ogasawara?
This is... trouble.
If you think about it calmly, that's why you had those options.
Makoto Ogasawara's dependence and loyalty to me can also push his innate masochism forward if he misinstigates it.
Failure? Was the burglary too incompatible with Makoto Ogasawara's weakness? No, no, wait, wait, it's still too early to decide it's a failure. Maybe we're just lagging behind due to some circumstance, and the time is now faster than usual.
It is premature to draw conclusions. We should probably wait a little longer here.
But a strange sense of impatience spreads to my mind.
Makoto Ogasawara should be attending school earlier than usual. That was the definitive event in me, and I didn't think it was possible to misread it. That was the reality that there was currently no such thing as Makoto Ogasawara on this scene, which was making my heart shine.
Five minutes have elapsed since the promised time. But Makoto Ogasawara still doesn't show up.
Instead of never being late, the reality is that Masaki Ogasawara, who acted five minutes ago, never comes.
That was a mistake. Measures to incite guilt through theft were a failure.
Let's admit it. Let's admit it and think about our next hand. If you're going to hit your hand, you better hurry. Without spreading the wound.
I thought so and tried to leave the science room. But I took a step and stopped there.
Here we are. Makoto Ogasawara is here. I came into the science room with a fluke. But you're not looking at me. A bright red face like a fever and unfocused eyes.
The footprints were unpredictable, causing an anomaly to be seen.
You got a cold? You're late because you caught a cold? Well, that wasn't a zero possibility either, but you just couldn't predict. Anyway, there were no such signs yesterday.
"Good morning, Ogasawara. Your face is red, but you caught a cold?
Speaking to Makoto Ogasawara, who walked flutterly, I walked out to Makoto Ogasawara, too.
"Huh? Kijishi?
A vain, slightly swinging but unfocused eye was directed at me, and a distracted voice reached my ear as swinging as those eyes were.
The discomfort spreads in an instant. Weird, I feel a little different than what you're catching a cold for.
Red face. Sweating. Rough exhale. Rotten eyes. They are terribly similar to the symptoms of a cold, but something is definitely different. But I have no idea what it is.
"Kijisha, Kijisha, Kijisha..."
Makoto Ogasawara, who noticed my presence, instantly bursts into tears in his eyes, walks toward me at ease.
What, what is this unusual condition of Makoto Ogasawara? What the hell happened to Makoto Ogasawara? I did not anticipate such a development.
"Oh, my God, it's ridiculous, so it's just..."
Shaking eyes and uncircumcised words of the Lu discipline. Makoto Ogasawara, who reached for me, looked like an exasperated zombie because of the way it looked and the footsteps.
An outburst? Yes, an outburst. Makoto Ogasawara is under the impression that he was taught by me to make his condition even worse when he didn't reach the top.
I haven't given Makoto Ogasawara any inch instruction yet, but if I put it into such instruction, it would be like Makoto Ogasawara's current state. The image and the current Makoto Ogasawara overlap beautifully.
When that happened, did Makoto Ogasawara teach herself anti-inch instruction? Why? Because you whip yourself?
Hang on, hang on. Just because of an unforeseen development, I can't keep up with the situation.
Masturbating or stomping because of stealing anal sticks. In addition to those two, I lose my guilt and lock myself in the shell. That's why I was expecting all three of them, but do you want me to self-immobilize you? It's just impossible to predict such diagonal behavior.
"Kijishima, oh, from the bubble..."
Makoto Ogasawara, who was just staring at me and approaching me like a zombie, was about to fall on the spot, depending on whether he had exhausted his efforts.
"Ogasawara!"
As I was walking over to that Makoto Ogasawara, I reached for Makoto Ogasawara, which slowly collapsed, and I rushed over and hugged him.
Oh, it was dangerous. There are many things in the science room that have pointy tips. The corner of the experimental table, for example? If you hit something like that and get hurt, your toy will get hurt.
"Ha ha, that's really sweet..."
"What? Oh, hey, Ogasawara? You, are you okay?
Lu Rhythm hasn't turned around, but I can understand what you're saying. According to this, Masaru Ogasawara probably assumes that I am not currently holding Masaru Ogasawara in my arms by being present in front of me as a reality, but even in my dreams.
Why? Because I'm assuming you're dreaming? You must have come to school on foot, huh? So you're telling me you've been dreaming about it since before you left home?
Why?
Shit, my thoughts are just too buzzing to understand.
What the hell is he in right now?
"Huh, huh... heh, heh, heh, heh, heh..."
"What? Huh? Oh, oh... ah?
Makoto Ogasawara, who is burying his face in my chest, is laughing at you, smelling you.
What the hell is going on here?
Calm down, analyze the situation and grasp it. It's okay, events always have causes and consequences. They are connected by a single thread. Follow that thread and it will always tie to the result.
Makoto Ogasawara stole my personal effects, anal sticks, yesterday. And bring it home...... what happens when this happens? No, I have no idea the process.
"Oh, Ogasawara... Hey Ogasawara! Hang on! This is not a dream! Reality!"
"Huh? Ren Ri-chu?
Makoto Ogasawara, who was holding him apart, grabbed both of his shoulders and shook his guts and spoke out, still staring at me with his swinging eyes, tilted his neck and laughed at the snare.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Dive into a completely different world.
Deciding that it was not obvious, he hurried out of the science room when he could hold Makoto Ogasawara. And as I left the school building paying attention to my surroundings, I headed to the warehouse.
I'm really glad I got to school earlier than usual. On the day someone sees Makoto Ogasawara like this, my plan is crushed.
Makoto Ogasawara, who was relaxed and rough on his breath, slept in bed and exhaled in exasperation.
"What do you want me to do in the morning..."
Even though I say I'm in a bad mood in the morning with low blood pressure, it's a behavior I would never normally do, such as holding each person from the science room to the warehouse and moving around.
It's special, it's really special this time. What the hell happened to Makoto Ogasawara? It is an action to be sure of that, and not an action taken for Makoto Ogasawara.
There's no next time. If this happens next time, I'll leave you alone. I don't know the rest.
I slept on my back on the bed, laughing at Hehe, staring at Makoto Ogasawara sleeping with Suyasuya, and so I bogged inside.
In the end, I didn't know what had happened to Makoto Ogasawara.
I slept alone in bed, or by the time I woke up, I was a lot more decent, and it was possible to have conversations. But when I tried to ask you about the condition abnormality, I turned my face bright red and leaned down, and the beginning and end of deciding on the dullness.
While I learned such frustration with Makoto Ogasawara, I circled my thoughts while keeping it out of the table. However, we were unable to find out the cause and went back to the school building.
What the hell. This wasn't supposed to happen. There was no such development in my plan.
No problem with some rescheduling, but I was in a hurry in the face of something I hadn't even predicted in the first place.
I can't even see the blueprints trying to reassemble the plan. Moreover, the drawings that have been carefully assembled so far are not usable. What am I supposed to do with this?
Early in the morning, I was headed to the warehouse to hold Makoto Ogasawara.
Again, I was in the same condition again.
Rotten eyes and the uncircumcised tone of Lu Rhythm. And then you stick your hands out front, and Makoto Ogasawara comes at me like a zombie.
Then I stopped holding him where he was about to collapse on the spot, and Makoto Ogasawara buried his face in my chest smelled me.
I'm totally with you yesterday. I carried it specially yesterday, but it's still special today. If we don't find out what caused the abnormal state of Makoto Ogasawara, it won't be refreshing.
Arriving at the warehouse, he laid Makoto Ogasawara on his back on the bed, just as he did yesterday, wiping the sweat that had surfaced on his forehead with his hands as he exhaled in exasperation.
I suppose that's why you're saying you're in a bad mood in the morning because of your low blood pressure.
"Kiji-sha......"
Makoto Ogasawara, who had no reason to know my anger, grinned and murmured his sleeping remarks as he moved his lips with Munyamunya.
Oh, well, this is what real intent to kill is all about. I've never heard of it before.
In the warehouse, as always, we teach what we call massage. But I can't get one now.
"Oh, oh, that feels good. Oh, I really like being dusty."
Makoto Ogasawara, wearing an eye mask and wearing a clear black leotard as usual, has been cut off only the fabric of the nipple area as usual, and has been knocked down from me by the exposed erect red nipples.
Whether anal sticks are inserted in the anus or running the vibration function.
Makoto Ogasawara, kneeling, puts his hands on my shoulders, kneeling as well in its front, squeezing those hands tight as he freaks out.
Eating tied teeth and drooling covetousness from the edges of the lips. Rough breathing and a sweet whisper.
He leans back every time he gets his nipples slammed, sticks his big breasts out at me, shivers his hips and seems to be indulging in pleasure, but he still hasn't been able to reach his peak.
Makoto Ogasawara is unusual, but unusual because he is not unusual.
What happened to the anal stick you stole? Isn't that what you're using to dawn on masturbation? Then you can dissipate some frustration, right?
It's supposed to be, but I feel like Masaru Ogasawara's frustration is accumulating day by day. No, it even seems like you've had more and more cravings before.
And you can even see the verse you're trying to hide. I'm pretty sure you remember the feelings behind me. Yet it feels like there is no dissipation of desire due to masturbation.
Then what the hell is Makoto Ogasawara in the morning? Over the past few days, he walks into the science room like he's been fevered every time, looking at me with his indefinite, wandering eyes, reaching out and walking over like a zombie.
It's the end of the dream to see Makoto Ogasawara.
What the hell is that? It must have something to do with the fact that desire has accumulated before. And yet I have no idea.
What the hell is Makoto Ogasawara doing at home? You must be familiar with anal stick usage. And yet, what is that state anomaly in the morning? No matter how much speculation you make, you can't come up with an answer.
When this happened, I even thought about ignoring the state of Makoto Ogasawara and moving on, but I couldn't help but wonder.
Moreover, even if there is no obstacle at present, it is also possible to cause a slight obstacle, so it is still necessary to keep track of the state of Makoto Ogasawara.
A week passed within doing so, thanks to which the sensitivity of Makoto Ogasawara's nipples rose to missteps.
During the tutorial period, only my nipples were dusted with my fingers because of the thought.
In the morning, Makoto Ogasawara suddenly lost himself as usual in the morning. Conditional abnormalities have not improved. The cause also remains unknown.
No, there's a cause. It wasn't until I stole the anal stick that my current state began. The cause should be there for sure.
If this happens, do you expose the fact that Makoto Ogasawara stole the anal stick, ask him about it, and pull the information out of it?
It's going to be quite a rough thing, but if it stays like this, I'm also going to get frustrated and do a lot of things wrong.
That's what I thought, the teacher asked me to do, and it was later than usual for me to head to the warehouse.
Ask the reason for the condition anomaly from Makoto Ogasawara for anything today. So whether things get worse or not, whether my measures are ruined or not, what do you know? When that happens, will you change the direction of instruction or throw away Makoto Ogasawara?
Damn, why are you so upset? I don't care about the morning condition anomaly or anything, and even though it's just a story I need to move on with my tutoring, I'm really stubborn.
Could the idiocy of Makoto Ogasawara have infected me? No, I'm decent. Normal. Normally distorted and crazy.
Yes, I told myself and calmed my mind, but when I realized it, I was arriving at the warehouse.
When I checked my watch, I was an hour behind usual.
Even though I said it was irritating, it made me do extra work. On the other hand, teachers can't help but rely on it. Besides, I can't say no more than play honors.
He put his hand on the knob at the door of the warehouse as he pounded his tongue, and turned the knob and opened the door.
"Hey, Jojima, there it is. Oh, harder there. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Heavy gasps heard from the gap in the door. I immediately understood it when I heard it.
Makoto Ogasawara, who was waiting for me, apparently got tired of waiting and started masturbating.
Was masturbation still happening? But why doesn't Makoto Ogasawara's desire dissolve?
Could there be some problem with masturbation itself?
That's what I thought, and I gently opened the door, and I watched the warehouse.
"Hey, Castle Island, don't be mean. No, harder. Oh, my pants. You did a lot before. No."
Spectacular gasps without distraction shards can be heard from the bed. Looking at you, Makoto Ogasawara in uniform was crawling on all fours on the bed. Plus, you're pointing your ass at me, and you don't even realize I exist.
Before that, he was obsessed with masturbation and had no ears at all about the sound of things around him.
I slipped myself through the gap in the door and into the warehouse, when I gently closed the door, I bowed, killing the signs and approaching the bed.
The sight I saw there was no shards in my prediction, but it was convincing regarding the abnormal state of Makoto Ogasawara.
I didn't know that was going to happen, just call it a blind spot, or unpredictable and natural? But if you find out the results, you can convince me that Makoto Ogasawara can do it?
Makoto Ogasawara, crawling on all fours on the bed, was unloading his underwear and sticking an anal handle out of his anus. I mean, he was letting all the spheres swallow into his anus.
Makoto Ogasawara's right hand is squeezing the handle sticking out of his anus. And I was desperately trying to drag him out.
Yes, he's trying to drag me out, and he hasn't been able to.
It's a perfect place to crawl on all fours, with your left hand on the bed and your right hand turned behind your back. I grabbed the anal stick handle inserted into my anus with the right hand that is being turned behind it, and I'm trying to move it.
"My pants, ah, they don't work, they don't work like Kijima-san"
Makoto Ogasawara had failed to masturbate.
How clumsy. I was losing it. I just understood that Makoto Ogasawara was stupid, but I watched the clumsiness sweetly.
I want the anal stick inserted into my anus to be violently extracted. That feeling of doing was causing Makoto Ogasawara to lose his calm and create a bias in his power.
In other words, although I try to drag the anal stick out with my right hand, it doesn't work with the force being applied diagonally.
In that one, I get more pain than comfort.
In such a clumsy Makoto Ogasawara, it would be a tricky move to have an anal stick inserted into your anus drawn with your own hands. And when it gets intense, it seems nearly impossible. So we're not just talking about reversing the idea?
In other words, instead of moving the anal stick, you can fix the anal stick and move your hips. Then you could just swing your butt back and forth and insert it.
When clumsy is added to the idiot, does this result? I see.
Was the condition abnormality of Makoto Ogasawara due to the failure to masturbate? Besides, from what it looks like in the morning, I guess I've been working pretty hard. He said he was completely unsatisfied after being exhausted because of it, while his desires accumulated.
Moreover, not only at night, but also because the morning was encouraging masturbation, or it seems to have added to the lack of sleep. So when I transported him to the bed in the warehouse, he fell asleep with Suyasuya as soon as he could?
Ha, can you predict this? You're kidding.
But no matter how stupid Makoto Ogasawara is, there's no reason to leave the status quo like this.
Masturbation is something that feels good and gives you a lot of pleasure, but at the same time you have to teach that you can relieve your desires to some extent. Besides, it doesn't make sense unless you make Makoto Ogasawara realize that by himself.
It doesn't make sense that I did this to you. Notice for yourself, fit in, disappointed in its slut, yet captive to pleasure. It has to be.
But then how do I succeed in masturbating? I suppose if the development of the pubic nucleus progresses, it will be easy to masturbate, because it is anus.
Instead of moving the anal stick, I hope you get to the idea of fixing the anal stick and shaking your hips, but I guess you can't. It's just futile to expect from that idiot.
I'm not going to advise you that you don't know that you stole anal sticks.
Damn, you're a really good baker, he is.
In the end, Makoto Ogasawara continued to fail to masturbate until it was time to finish his tutorial. In the meantime, hiding behind the bed and observing the condition, I texted Makoto Ogasawara while hiding.
Training will be discontinued due to an emergency today.
Makoto Ogasawara, who works hard to encourage masturbation without even noticing that e-mail, finally noticed the e-mail around the time an hour had passed since, exhaling in exasperation.
"If you can't come, please contact me sooner. Mr. Castle Island's idiot......"
Makoto Ogasawara, who shrugged about it, laughed slightly after pressing his lips all the time on his phone.
I don't know what to say, creepy. And you're the idiot.
Then I thought I was going home, and Makoto Ogasawara, heading into the corner of the warehouse, walked over to the hanger rack where the clothes I was wearing during my massage training were hung, and he took my clothes and smelled them and laughed naggingly. The beginning and end of cuddling those clothes together and dancing out in the warehouse.
You, just go home, and I don't want to scream.
That's how Makoto Ogasawara wandered around the warehouse, hard to get home, and it wasn't until half an hour later that he ended up leaving.
So I finally got out of the shadow of the bed, and for now, when I approached the hanger rack, I took my clothes, which Makoto Ogasawara had smelled and cuddled, and I butched them into the washing machine.
I didn't think it was dirty or anything like that. I don't know what to say, I was going to sterilize it because the idiot was going to be contagious.
Still, how do I make Makoto Ogasawara masturbate successfully?
I sat on the couch and worked out a plan until the laundry was done.
After school the next day, I brought a chair into the warehouse.
There is a hole in the center of the chair and an anal stick is fixed to that hole.
When I arrived home from yesterday, I did not go to the apartment, but stopped at the home center to purchase a variety of materials.
There is no such thing as fixing the anal stick, but just fixing it is about that idiot, it was well thought to fail to masturbate again without being able to handle it well.
Plus, I need to present a fixed anal stick to that idiot somehow. For this reason, we called it the development of an anal massager that could be used by one person, and created a rather large instrument.
Thanks to you, it's been working all night again. I kind of feel like I've been up all night lately. Plus, it's unnecessary.
"What is that?
Makoto Ogasawara, who approached me with an anal massager in the corner of the warehouse, stared up at me as he crouched next to me and tilted his neck.
Uh, irritating. This is the naughty machine I made all the way for you.
Most importantly, the mechanism is simple and clear to call a machine.
Lower your hips across the chair and shake your hips up and down by inserting a poking anal stick into your anus that is fixed to the seat. That's all the substitutes.
"Oh, I thought this was something that even one person can't do an anal massage. It's a prototype I've made every once in a while. But, well, when I use this, it won't be my practice. I don't think I'll ever use it, but I made it so I thought I'd leave it in the warehouse."
To subtly and naturally say Makoto Ogasawara, I salute the line I thought about yesterday to Makoto Ogasawara, who is crouching next door.
Saying sarah, how many hours do you think it took me to come up with this line? It's a line I came up with painstakingly so that I don't feel uncomfortable putting a masturbation machine in the warehouse.
"Heh, alone..."
Makoto Ogasawara, who whispered yes, dyed his cheeks and rattled his throat. Apparently, you've come to the idea that masturbation will be a success if you use this.
I even painstakingly fed him. If this fails, I don't know anymore.
On the day after, I was off training and hiding in the warehouse to say I was in a hurry.
Then, as expected, Makoto Ogasawara appeared in a costly manner, wandering around the warehouse. But the gaze is set in the corner of the warehouse. I mean, I'm looking at flirty and horny machines on the side.
Apparently, he's embarrassed to head straight to the masturbation machine.
Sit on the couch and have a cup of tea, or look through the massage-related paperwork I left behind. Meanwhile, he also looked sideways at the corner of the warehouse with a flicker, blushing all alone.
It's irritating. Come on, you idiot.
After about twenty minutes, Makoto Ogasawara, with a big stretch of his back, rose from the couch and headed for the masturbation machine...... instead, he went to the hanger rack in the opposite corner and started to smell me once again grabbing my clothes.
I washed it yesterday and I had to wash it again.
Masaru Ogasawara slowly approached the masturbation machine as he clutched my clothes, wandered over there and wandered around the warehouse, and stood in front of that masturbation machine, checking his surroundings as alert.
"Kee, it's my role as an assistant to check the state of use of the instruments made by Mr. Castle Island... right?
And I shrugged like that, not to anyone.
I guess you're making yourself an excuse for not masturbating only, but putting your body up for me to check the comfort and performance of the appliance.
And besides, Makoto Ogasawara, with both hands in his skirt, took off his underwear as he unloaded it and straddled it across the chair. Seeing that made me want to hold my head.
What about the lotion? What about the lotion? You keep it next door so you can notice, right? No matter how dilated it is, without lotion it's gonna be painful. Moreover, because of the low lubrication, the pleasure is also small.
I should have taught you so much about the usefulness of lotion that I don't like it, why would he lose it?
Uh, already, he's really stupid. Do I have to tell you everything?
"Huh, hey, maybe it hurts a little..."
To Makoto Ogasawara, who stopped lowering his hips on the way down and muttered like that, I felt dodgy tiredness erupt.
Why, why is my eyeball getting hot? Why am I in such a mood to cry?
I'll paint the lotion in advance tomorrow. So satisfied, you idiot.