With the masturbation machine I created, Makoto Ogasawara seems to have relieved his craving beautifully.
However, because of the equipment made using the chair, we cannot just steal it out. Or it wouldn't be possible to bring that stuff home.
Sometimes I thought that. But my thoughts seemed a little too sweet.
During a few days of installing the chair in the warehouse, Makoto Ogasawara went to the warehouse early in the morning to encourage masturbation.
Makoto Ogasawara, who leaves the house by the time the sky is white, begins masturbating when he arrives at the warehouse in order not to interfere with his discipline in the science room.
Thanks to you, I have to get up earlier than usual, and I'm having trouble sleeping.
At first I couldn't see much of a mess, but after three days it seemed like I was getting used to it, so that I could swing my hips up and down smoothly.
Makoto Ogasawara was finally able to reach its peak on the fourth day, making the chair squeak with the guillotine and roar in the warehouse.
From then on, he indulged in masturbation as he rolled down the ramp.
I can't get tired of early morning alone, and when I finish my tutoring at the warehouse after school, I leave the warehouse with me, Makoto Ogasawara pretending to be home.
Makoto Ogasawara, who walks on the school road for a while after breaking up with me, through the forest loophole behind the warehouse, mutters to no one, "Oh, I forgot something at the warehouse," etc., and when he returns his heel to the warehouse, he dawns into masturbation until he feels better.
Mostly I seem to feel like I'm reaching my peak about three times, and after masturbation I get home skipping.
Tutoring in the science room for early morning masturbation. Besides, after school, he got stuck in the warehouse, pretended to be home, went back to the warehouse and masturbated.
He doesn't seem to be good at exercising, but his strength is a big deal. And lust is not the norm.
I woke up a sleeping lion. Those words came up in my brain, but I'm the one manipulating them. I told myself there was nothing wrong.
I don't think that's a bad sign. It is planned from the outset to allow it to fit into masturbation, rather we can say that the current situation is a good sign. But I wasn't good at one right now.
I don't feel much guilt or disloyalty. He seemed to be making excuses to himself, such as "because it was made by Mr. Castle Island" or "because it was his job as an assistant to use this apparatus," which seemed to diminish his guilt and disloyalty.
Or rather, I encourage exasperation and masturbation.
Besides, you seem to have completely forgotten about the anal stick you stole from me.
If you don't need it, I'd like it back.
It's not what I planned. The thought that things were supposed to be carrying on as planned, but this wasn't supposed to happen, grows stronger every day.
Weird, weird. Makoto Ogasawara is supposed to be dancing on my palm, but something is different.
I don't know what to say, I don't feel like I'm going ahead and dancing myself, and I don't feel like I'm having fun and dancing.
Did I make a mistake somewhere? Did I do something wrong? No, the script is right. There's nothing wrong with that.
Yes, I was telling myself. Until that day.
When I arrived at the warehouse that day, I stood in suspicion of my eyes.
No, I don't. There wasn't. It was gone. The masturbation machine I created.
Turning his gaze to the couch, Makoto Ogasawara, behaving suspiciously with a bright red face, held a mug with his trembling hands and sipped tea.
Shit, man.
Why? Why would you want to steal something like that? You didn't think I'd find out? Stupid, how much will you find out?
What do you want me to do? What am I supposed to do with this situation?
It wasn't long before I realized that Makoto Ogasawara had embedded himself in masturbation.
I was going to immerse myself in pleasure and let it fit into a situation where I couldn't turn back and realize it for the first time there. And I saw Makoto Ogasawara, nestled in masturbation, with cold eyes, and I was supposed to curse him.
It's still early for that. If such action is taken now, Makoto Ogasawara is likely to stop masturbating. Then it can be traumatic and reject pleasure. Then we're in trouble.
But, but, but. It is too unnatural that such a hefty apparatus should disappear neglectfully and not notice it. If I say it and realize it, I will have to question Makoto Ogasawara.
What am I supposed to do? How do I get through this situation? Think, spin your thoughts, you can't just stand at the entrance to the warehouse like this.
Shit, Makoto Ogasawara. Why did you go into such short circuit behavior? You're too insane for anything. Please, I need you to imprison me a little more in common sense.
I just have to go in. You can't go through here. Even as we penetrate, we need to create an escape route that will allow Makoto Ogasawara to make a good excuse.
But there's no way this idiot can make a good excuse or anything. It's as futile as you'd expect. That's why I have to direct them.
"Ogasawara, the appliance I made here is missing, do you know what it is?
Inside, he talks to Makoto Ogasawara with a strange face, remembering so much anger that his intestines (annoyed) boil back.
Makoto Ogasawara, then sitting on the couch, shuddered the mug in his hand with a blurb, solidifying his expression with an attractive smile and letting his eyes swim by the unusual.
You think they noticed, or something. There's no reason why idiots wouldn't notice. Although it would be more unnatural not to notice.
"Huh!? Oh, that? Hey, it's gone!? Oh, oh! Ho, ho, ho, it's true! Nah, nah, nah, it's gone!
Makoto Ogasawara, who replied so deliberately with rattles and trembles, has paled his face so much that he will still faint, and his breath so roughly that he will hyperventilate.
Oh, hey, Bunn, hit him.
Well, that's the way I expected it to be in a way. I couldn't read Makoto Ogasawara's insane behavior, but what he said and did when he went out and got stuck with it is very easy to read.
Now, if you keep asking, Makoto Ogasawara will easily confess. And you should be desperately apologetic, indefinitely depressed, and blaming yourself.
That makes it easier to create a burden and teach Makoto Ogasawara. But then you will not be corrupted in the true sense of the word.
Don't let them make excuses to fall. Then instead of “falling”, it becomes “supposedly fallen”. “Fallen” is not what I want. By progressing and falling on his own, he becomes a slave to pleasure so that he can never be undone again. It has to be.
And for that, I have to do something here.
"... could it be"
"Hih!
With his hands on his chin and squealing, the screaming Makoto Ogasawara is shaking so violently that he momentously rises off the couch and asks if he will even rupture.
Plus, I got up with the mug in my hand, so the tea hung on my uniform.
"Oh, hey! Are you all right!"
I just shrugged, I don't think I'm going to be upset so far, and the importance of wearing hot water on my body.
It was more mine that surprised me. Stupid, too upset. I'd be in trouble if my toy was ruined by a burn.
He immediately rushed over to Makoto Ogasawara, grabbed his uniform and drew him.
"Are you burned?!? Take off your uniform! We'll cool it down with water right away!
"La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la."
He seized Makoto Ogasawara, who kept rattling and trembling, and tried to force him off his uniform. But touch it. Okay, but it looks like it was warm water.
He stroked down his chest in a ho and lowered his hips on the couch as he took his hand away from Makoto Ogasawara.
To say that it was warm water that was in the mug refers to the fact that a considerable amount of time has passed while holding the mug in your hand. So you're saying you've been worried about stealing the masturbation machine?
This idiot also seemed to have a common sense idea for once, a little relieved.
"Oh, uh, uh, jeez, jeez, actually, uh..."
Makoto Ogasawara, rattling and trembling as he stood up, raised his voice as he had decided to.
You just thought you'd found out, or were you going to confess from yourself? Then you're in trouble.
Thank you, Ogasawara.
Desperately indulged in the urge to bum Makoto Ogasawara, whining with as gentle a voice as possible.
"To?"
Makoto Ogasawara, who heard me whine, looks at me properly. You're supposed to apologize, but I guess you don't understand the situation because I told you to thank me.
"There was something eye-catching about Ogasawara's motivation here these days. I think you're working really hard. But don't push it too hard, okay? You can't break your body, you don't have an ex, you don't have a kid."
Makoto Ogasawara is listening to my words spinning quietly with a puzzled look.
"If you break your body with massage training, it won't even be a joke, Ogasawara."
That said, I looked up at Makoto Ogasawara standing up and laughed as refreshingly as I could. The look on Makoto Ogasawara's face as he looked at me instantly turned bright red. And a heart mark floats in my big black eyes.
Uh, he's kind of helpful.
"You're bringing that appliance back and you're practicing for yourself, aren't you? Damn, Ogasawara's a hard-working man."
Makoto Ogasawara, who responded with a piqun to my words, distorted his expression for a moment in awkwardness by letting his gaze swim.
I suppose you want to back off what you stole for masturbation when they tell you you're a hard-working man.
Please, Makoto Ogasawara. Don't make a confession or anything by being held captive for blame. All you have to do is ride my mistake and insist it's voluntary practice. Then everything will be cured round, so be well rounded without saying anything extra.
Even though he lost the temptation of pleasure, Makoto Ogasawara's fundamentals are serious and cowardly. And if you lose the guilt of lying to me, my dear, he'll crumble.
Damn, I couldn't think of any other measures besides this. If I had time, I would have rounded it up well, but I just don't have much time.
I can't even go through with it. Don't let this idiot act bold like he can't get through a cowardly scumbag.
I can only bet on Makoto Ogasawara's lust anymore. Please, lose your desire and lie to me.
Makoto Ogasawara, who stood silently for a while, lowered his hips a little next to mine. And then I rub it off with a thrill. The look was so nimble that it was clearly defeated by desire, even as the dark shadow was driven by guilt.
I don't know, you're a clever guy in a way.
In the end, Makoto Ogasawara neither affirmed nor denied my inquiry. If I'm making a mistake, I guess I thought I'd just leave it there. If you answer, you'll be lying to me. So I chose to be flushed without answering anything.
You're such a cheat, you bitch.
Makoto Ogasawara's tutorial went so well when he brought home the masturbation machine I created. Moreover, as originally planned, he also succeeded in planting guilt.
I brought the chair back because of my own training, so I seem pretty guilty of not correcting what I was mistaken about.
It's somewhat out of line with the script I drew, but it's more or less good. Because in the end, we just have to reach the same end point.
And I've decided to go into a new discipline today. From here on out, I'm going to plant a different desire.
I induced them to indulge in desire and masturbate by not letting them peak before, but not from here.
It gives me the pleasure of not masturbating by making it supreme by my hand. This makes them even more captivating of pleasure and greedy of desire.
That first day, for now, I decided to get as much depression as I wanted in the science room in the early morning.
Video camera installed in the science room. I got used to shooting with digital cameras, so I decided to shoot footage from now on.
Makoto Ogasawara, who says nothing in particular about it, is sticking his white ass out toward the lens of a video camera mounted on a tripod.
It's a forward bending attitude, as usual, but the difference is that you don't have your hands on the table. Those hands were grabbing their own buttocks and spreading their anus to the limit.
From the packed and open anus there is an overflow of muddy intestinal fluid. Apparently I've had plenty of fun on my masturbation machine to wake up. I was able to do so much more in the early morning that the hot air seemed to rise.
"To, two years in pairs, Shiju, attendance number three, oh, Ogasawara, Makoto, is..."
Makoto Ogasawara starts introducing himself while keeping his anus exposed to a video camera lens. Standing behind a video camera, I'm looking at that with a serious eye.
I feel like laughing inside out.
"On October 22nd, at 6: 45, I will record today's, this, this, the, the, the, the, the state, …"
For so much embarrassment, or a whisper that seems to disappear is trembling. Besides, my white ass is rapidly blushing.
"One, normal condition is good,. Yes, about an hour before now, or with an enema, I, uh, finished my bowel movement. Bet, good bowel movement too..."
To match the words spinning, the anus, which is spread to its limits, cracks. That's as funny as your anus is talking.
Besides, he sees me with such pity, and then he even records it in the video, which drives him to great shame, while he feels comfortable. There was an infinite influx of love fluid from the female genitals.
This recording meeting had completely different specifications than before.
I did not work with my hands before, but from this time on, I decided to have it all recorded by Makoto Ogasawara's hands.
From the installation of video cameras to shooting, Makoto Ogasawara is expected to do the work.
Until now, he's been “baffled” by me, but from now on, he's going to do it himself. That shame would be dozens of times more than before.
It's too late since something went wrong. Therefore, Makoto Ogasawara agreed in two replies to my words that I want you to get used to doing your own work and recording so that you are immediately aware of any abnormalities.
How the hell do you know if there are any abnormalities when you do this? It's a mysterious logic while I'm at it, but I'm convinced of it.
Only at times like this is it helpful to be stupid.
"From this, and insert the test tube…"
Makoto Ogasawara, who said so in a trembling voice, gets up when he hands off his ass and turns his hand around his hips. And when I lowered the skirt zipper with my trembling hands, I took off my skirt.
With his uniform jacket on, only his lower body is naked. Plus, with the white high socks and the interior on.
What an idiot, and an obscene and lusty figure.
Besides, it's pretty funny around taking good care of thin pubic hair.
Makoto Ogasawara, whose breath was absurd, rode on the table when he took off his inner wear. And I look back down so I can't see my face. I guess I don't like being shot in the face with a video camera.
Makoto Ogasawara, crouched on the table, took the test tube, which had been placed on the table as he leaned down, slightly raised his face and pointed the test tube at the camera.
"Here, here, here, here, here, here, here..."
Makoto Ogasawara, who said so and put the test tube on the table, crosses that test tube as he hips up and slowly lowers his hips.
I would have used lotion, but I can't seem to afford to distract myself that much, and I am completely lost.
But I don't give a shit. I'm just watching how it goes.
Let Makoto Ogasawara do everything from one to ten. That will stir up the shame of Makoto Ogasawara and foster autonomy.
Don't disobey my will, but it's troublesome to order from one to ten because of that. That's why I need the autonomy to preface and act on what I ask for.
And, lotion, but because I've been encouraging scattered masturbation all morning, lotion would already permeate my anus, well, it wouldn't be a problem.
Besides, the lotion is on the table. If you insert the test tube and learn the pain, you will notice and use it.
"Whoa, whoa, I just came in. Slowly, slowly, slowly, without this, the test tube will be inserted."
Shit seriously live, Makoto Ogasawara has a sweet mixed voice with a bright red face.
That was completely different from the trembling whisper earlier. The feeling of comfort must have begun to outweigh my desire for shame.
Turn into a slut as soon as you feel comfortable. It's going really well.
Makoto Ogasawara continued to drop his hips as he gasped, putting his ass on the table with a petan. It indicates that all the test tubes were inserted into the anus.
Makoto Ogasawara, swallowing all the thickness test tubes in his anus that were as good as milk bottles, flipped on the spot while crouching and pointed his butt at the camera.
And when I take the pen light I left on the table, I turn on the light. I held that penlight with my right hand and turned that right hand behind my back.
"I'm going to irradiate you..."
When I said that and put the pen light in the test tube that was inserted into my anus, I crawled on all fours and stuck my butt out toward the video camera.
With the current video camera position, it's impossible to capture the inside of the anus, no matter how pen lights illuminate it. If so, manipulate and zoom the video camera, or pull the video camera itself over the anus.
I'm not gonna give a shit, so this time it's gonna be fine. It is not a question of whether it is reflected in it or not. It makes sense in itself to act like that in front of a video camera.
It is the awareness that is being photographed that stirs up the shame of Makoto Ogasawara, yet gives him pleasure and drives him crazy.
"Next, check for emission, abnormalities…"
Rising with that said, Makoto Ogasawara crouches on the table with his back to the video camera. It's like watching you sit across a Japanese toilet from behind.
Makoto Ogasawara, with his right hand behind his back, took several deep breaths before stifling his whole body and starting to step on it. As a result, the test tube that was inserted into the anus begins to spit out unexpectedly.
"Mm-hmm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."
Once the drainage had begun, the test tube tried to expose the whole thing with lukewarmness. Test tube applied to intestinal fluid and lotion, lukewarm and tedious. Before it all drains, the right hand, which was turned behind it, grabs the test tube and pushes it back into the anus.
"Uh-oh, haha, the discharge is good, just in case. No, a few times, I'll implement it."
Makoto Ogasawara, who said so and started stepping again, drained the test tube he inserted himself, repeating it five times.
To that extent, Makoto Ogasawara cannot reach its peak.
immense shame and a small pleasure that does not match it. As a result, Makoto Ogasawara's desire is increased to its limit.
I'm sure you want to go home soon in your head. And you should be wanting to cross a masturbation machine, shake your hips scattered, top it off, and make it easier.
But it's still early morning. I'm going to take classes, and after school, I'm waiting for a tutorial at the warehouse. Besides, in the training at the warehouse, I blame my nipples mainly, so I can't possibly do it at its peak. You'd think so.
After school today, there is no reason for Makoto Ogasawara to know that he can taste the best he has ever tasted.
After school, we head to the warehouse.
When I opened the door and went inside, Makoto Ogasawara, with a decent, wandering expression, was sitting on the couch staring into the void with his unfocused, vain eyes.
Makoto Ogasawara, who has become a complete slut in early morning ordination, does not have the means to quell his desire for gushing pleasure and seems to be in a state such as not here in his heart.
Masturbating in the pubic nucleus will make it possible to clear your desires even in school, but the current Makoto Ogasawara will either make me crazy or it won't be perfect without a masturbation machine.
When there was a masturbation machine in the warehouse, I would have come to the warehouse early to encourage masturbation. But the key masturbation machine is at Makoto Ogasawara's home.
The only way to satisfy my desires is for me to go crazy or go home and use my favorite masturbation machine.
But I want to go home and swing across it faster than I can. I guess that's all I have in mind anymore.
The evidence is that you don't even notice that I came into the warehouse, and it seems to be going well and crazy, which is really good.
"Ogasawara, what's wrong?
Heading for the couch, I lowered my hips to the couch as I spoke to Makoto Ogasawara, blushing my cheeks and staring into the void.
"Heh? Oh, you're annoying me, Kiji-sha..."
Makoto Ogasawara looks like he returned it to me, but his eyes are still swinging, and Lu Ryu hasn't turned.
The masturbation machine made me struggle a lot, but the fact that he brought it home rapidly sprouted my thirst for pleasure.
If the results are good, everything is good, and so on.
"Are you all right? If you're not feeling well, you can cancel your training today."
Makoto Ogasawara, who responded with a piqun to my words, gave a distressing bare gesture with a twisted eyebrow root for a moment. But I immediately shook my head to the side.
If you stop training, you can go home. Horny machines are waiting for you if you can go home. If you use it, you can quell the desire that springs up. He chose to stay with me over that idea.
"It was perfectly fine. How are the strawberries?
Makoto Ogasawara grinned when he said so, closing his eyes and rubbing his cheeks with joy when he deposited that body with me.
Lu Rhythm hasn't turned around to say it's okay, but let's not poke around there.
"Right. I hope you're okay..."
When I took the bag I had left next to me while showing Makoto Ogasawara how worried I was, I took some of the equipment out of it.
Nipple development is progressing more than planned. Thanks to the scattering around, it is now quite sensitive.
Tutoring I was going to start earlier on schedule. However, thanks to a lot of things and more nipple development than planned, this tutorial should also be more effective than originally planned.
I took it out of my bag because I bought it in the mail. A clear, large container of the shape of an otter and a rubber tube extending from the apex of that container. It looks like a milking machine at first glance, but this is not such a sweet substitute.
This is for milking play. The crux is that the application is not milking, it is only for play. In other words, it is made specifically to give pleasure.
The shaped container is attached to the breast so that the bra can be worn. The mechanism is then such that the nipple hits the back of the apex of the container and the part where the rubber tube is stretched. And there are fine hairs growing in that area, and when you run the appliance, the hairs tremble.
That's not all. The tip of the rubber tube is fitted with a motor so that it can perform a key aspiration as a milking play. Besides, there is another rubber tube stretched out of that motor, and that leads to the container.
This rubber tube serves concurrently with aspiration. It's a circulation of lotions.
To avoid pain caused by fine hair vibration and aspiration, the lotion constantly circulates through the rubber tube, allowing the excess lotion to continue to circulate while penetrating the inside of the container.
If used for a long time, the lotion must be replenished, taking into account that the lotion will leak out. But that's about once every hour or two.
Makoto Ogasawara's nipples are jumping in sensitivity compared to before. Its nipples are constantly stimulated by fine hair and sucked like dairy cows. It won't compare to that pleasure or just flirting with your fingers.
"Ogasawara, I'm going to start training to suck out breast milk today. So I'm going to use this apparatus, are you sure you're okay? Shouldn't you be home today?
Speaking so as to worry heartily, Makoto Ogasawara, not even an eye for the apparatus in my hand, shook his neck sideways as he stared into my eyes with his swinging eyes.
"It's okay. Let's start right away."
Though Lu Lu turned around, the way he floated on the heat was getting worse, and smoke was going to come up from his head even now.
This upcoming training will never reach its peak. Makoto Ogasawara should assume that. That's what I've been doing, so it's natural to think so.
"Oh, and Ogasawara, I'm going to cut the leotard fabric further this time, but is there a problem?
When asked so insignificantly, Makoto Ogasawara nodded cocoon without any worries.
I showed him the equipment and he gave me credit for cutting the fabric. Makoto Ogasawara will be trained after convinced of everything.
Perhaps this training, at first, will feel like hell. Too much pleasure is sometimes painful. Moreover, the flesh of Makoto Ogasawara, which has been developed from me, can easily be extinguished if you want to. And this time, I'm going to do the tutoring because I'm concerned about it, so what happens to Makoto Ogasawara?
Continuous peak to pass out. Shall I ask you to sink into such a vortex of immeasurable pleasure?
Makoto Ogasawara, who took off his uniform and became his usual black transparent leotard, wears an eye mask and crawls on all fours when he gets in bed.
The dough on the anus part has already been cut but this time the dough on the nipple part has not been cut. Because it's not just the nipple part that cuts at all.
"Ogasawara, then we'll cut the dough. Don't move because it's dangerous."
"Yes, thank you"
Makoto Ogasawara responds immediately to my words. I saw it and reached for my breasts.
"Huh."
When my hand touches my breasts, Makoto Ogasawara trembles with piqun and body to raise a slightly sweet voice. Its mouth stifled instantly.
You must have noticed. Tell me where the leotard is cut.
"Oh, um..."
"Hmm? What's up?
"Yes, no..."
Makoto Ogasawara, anxiously distorting his mouth, called out as he turned to me with his eyesmask on. But when he heard my voice and shook his head to the side, he lowered his face.
Red as its face and ears burn.
All the fabrics covering my breasts are cut off. I guess I can't wait to find that out and be embarrassed.
It would also be quite embarrassing to expose only the nipples, but I guess not so much when you get used to it. In one way or another, nipple-only exposure is dirtier and more fun to watch.
But when it comes to exposing all the breasts, there is almost no longer any point in wearing leotards. Only bellies and female genitals are hidden. It also looks clear.
Both of the fabrics that covered her breasts were cut together, and her white, soft looking breasts became dewy.
Previously covered in black fabric, only red nipples were noticeable, but when the breast is completely exposed, the contrast between red and white becomes unusually lusty.
It was as if it stirred up such a beautiful appetite and lust with two wooden claws in the snowfield.
These are really delicious looking breasts that will stir the urge to squeeze.
"Ogasawara, we'll install the equipment."
"Ha, yes... Oh, well, good to see you, please, Shima... su"
I don't have the usual energy for my inquiries. Obviously upset Makoto Ogasawara.
This is what happens because you take it lightly without listening to me very carefully.
Didn't they teach you to listen carefully to people?
On all fours of the crawling Makoto Ogasawara, attach the instrument so that the bra can be worn.
Several types of containers were available according to the breast size, and the bust size of Makoto Ogasawara was checked in advance, making it a just-fit.
White breasts sticking perfectly in a transparent container. And the nipples at the apex are properly covered in fine hair.
If you run the appliance now, the vibrating hairs will hit your nipples. It will be aspirated at the same time, so it will not be an accumulation.
The installation of the milking machine was completed, and the face of Makoto Ogasawara, who was leaning down and shivering, was checked.
The obvious anxiety, fear, and slight anticipation were visible in that expression hidden in the eye mask.
I guess Makoto Ogasawara also notices. Tell me how much pleasure this device creates. And it's not handsome. That's nothing but hell.
But the idea itself is sweet. It's not that you're not cool, you're going crazy.
Hell at first, but if you get used to it, you're definitely going to get sick. Until then, you're gonna have to put up with it so you don't get really crazy.
Convinced by the shaking and frightening appearance of Makoto Ogasawara, he circles behind him with joy in mind.
When I prepared an anal stick with as many as the usual ping-pong balls, I carefully applied the lotion. And when I grabbed the white ass that was sticking out with my left hand, I ignored Makoto Ogasawara, who made me jump my bikun and ass, spreading my anus with his thumb, while pressing the tip of the anal stick in my right hand against my anus.
It's a scattered developed quote, a whore hole dawning in masturbation all you want on a masturbation machine. There will no longer be a need to loosen up or let it spread.
"Oh, oh, come on in, come on. Ugh."
When I put a good force in my right hand, the sphere sank in easily. At the same time my ass cramps and my sweet whisper goes up.
Whenever a light force is applied, the anus widens and swallows the sphere. That's how I instantly swallowed all the spheres.
Confirming the look on Makoto Ogasawara's face, he seemed to erupt sweat and rough his breath, tiding his whole body and completely exasperated.
I'm ready. Shall we begin? Of the abyss of pleasure hell, let's open the door to its entrance.
Now, Makoto Ogasawara will never be able to go back to normal again. You're going to feel so comfortable.
I thought so and switched on the motor to make the milking machine run while pretending to be emotional. At the same time I grabbed the anal stick handle that was inserted into my anus and dragged it out all at once.
Come on, it's the beginning of the feast. Crazy enough for me.