Dropping sweat. Trembling body. Uplifted skin. Eyes to stare.
Makoto Ogasawara, half-opened in lips and sluggishly coveted from the edge of those lips, stares at me with shaky eyes.
Breathing so hard and rough that I can remember the illusion that my body, cramped into small pieces, occasionally jumps victoriously and that exhale is rocking my forehead.
Makoto Ogasawara, who pinned my male root inside his anus to the root, doesn't try to move while stopping there.
No, I don't think it won't work, I guess it won't. Makoto Ogasawara expressed his whole body that if it moved slightly, it would supreme at that moment.
In other words, Makoto Ogasawara refuses to be extinct. Perhaps in the service of me, I am averse to the fact that I am the only one entrusting myself to comfort.
This time it is only a massage to heal my fatigue, and it is of the utmost priority and importance to satisfy me. I guess those thoughts are strong.
I'm desperately at the top of it again, too, with my mouth shut and my teeth eaten and tied so that Makoto Ogasawara doesn't notice me like that. If you get out of your mind, you're going to end up at that moment.
In short, we are similar to each other. If you move, it's over. That's why I can't move. But there is a clear difference in our mental state.
The reason Makoto Ogasawara refuses to be supreme is only because he wants to serve me, and he desperately stops reason from swallowing himself into a whirlpool of pleasure without my satisfaction.
By contrast, I'm the opposite.
Served by him, I can't easily peak at yes, can I? He's a tool. It's a meat potty for sex processing developed and taught only to exhale a man's desires.
It makes sense to use tools, and unfortunately use them as you please. Yes, it is important to say that we will use it.
But if I end up here, it's going to say that I've been crazy against my will. Ike because I want to. I don't use it if I don't want to squirt. That's the meat potty, and yet if you get crazy here, that's nothing more than being used, not used.
I'll serve. I'll exercise it. I'll use it. It has to be. But......
"Ki, Kiji-sha, I was scared. - Uh-huh."
"Knock."
Makoto Ogasawara makes his body jump with Bikun as his swinging eyes stare at me. That's all, Makoto Ogasawara's anus twitches like a mollusk, tightening up my male root all the time. I couldn't even afford a piece of it, eating and tying my teeth to endure that great wave of pleasure.
If you get your hips swinging up and down in this state, at that point, it's three outs behind you nine times, or the end of the game. You won't even be able to get into the extended battle.
That is why it is not acceptable to abstain on the way to a game that has once begun.
Escape in front of the enemy is unprepared for Taoism. Besides, his opponent is Makoto Ogasawara. If it's enough to escape, it's still better to cut your stomach off in this place.
If this happens, the only way to make Makoto Ogasawara crazy is with it as it is. Take your strength and strength away from you in a row so that you can't move and bring it into my favor. Anyway, I'm in a bad position right now. Makoto Ogasawara can move freely. Riding is too bad for me.
Nevertheless, I don't even want to change my position. If you do that, you say, "Oh, I don't want to lose, so can I change my position? It's like saying." There's no way I can do that.
"Oh, Ogasawara, oh, you, you want to give me breast milk, right? Then it's training."
"Ahhh, I wish they'd touched me there now, hioooo"
With both hands extended, I finger-picked an erect bright red nipple on the tip of two deflected breasts. At that moment, Makoto Ogasawara, freaking out and shaking his body, stares at me with tears as he devours and binds his teeth, drooling from the edge of his lips.
I rebelled my promise that I wouldn't do anything from me, but I'm not in a situation or a state where I can say that. Anyway, if you don't take advantage, you can think a lot about making a big difference in my majesty, and hence my relationship with Makoto Ogasawara. In other words, there is a risk that the position will be reversed.
That's all we have to do. We have to stop it at all costs. I have to use Makoto Ogasawara with an extra look and ejaculate as if throwing it away, watching Makoto Ogasawara continue to peak.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."
I squeeze my picked nipples in tightness, and treat them with a sissy. Each time, the anus that tightens with Michimichi is linked to the spasm of Makoto Ogasawara's body and continues to give my male roots pleasure.
Fuck you, it's only a matter of time before it's over. 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.
But what do we do? Makoto Ogasawara doesn't look good just with his nipples. The anus would be easily handsome, but I can't move it as casually as an anal stick any more than it is my mane root that is stuck in that anus. If you do that, my defeat will be confirmed at that point.
"Oh, hey, Sakichi, let's go."
When I milk but handle my nipples up like this, each time I make a sweet whisper and shiver and get bored Makoto Ogasawara.
No, this is only a spice of comfort. Just elevating Makoto Ogasawara's emotions hasn't solved anything.
"Oh, my God, I hope it gets better."
At the same time as the inquiry, which resembled the cry of Makoto Ogasawara, the time came ruthlessly.
Ironically, because I stimulated Makoto Ogasawara's nipples, I refused to go to the top and pushed Makoto Ogasawara's back.
Lifting hips all the way up. Male roots pulled out by it's zurli.
The male root, which is compressed against the meat wall by an awesome tightening, is relieved of its friction by massive overflowing intestinal fluids while dragging out its twisted meat, forcing it to have immense pleasure that it cannot even say.
This is too bad. My developed anus, but I had no idea it had grown so far.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa."
"Guh."
Zuluri and the male roots pulled out near the tip were lukewarm and teetered by intestinal fluids, but they didn't spit everything out.
At the tip of my male root, Makoto Ogasawara's anus was firmly titled. As if I were to say I would never let you go until I was finished.
Makoto Ogasawara, whose hips are raised from a crouched position, has barely moved his upper body. I have my hands on my chest, my legs open to my crotch, and I'm really just raising my hips up.
I guess the reason I don't move my torso is because I'm picking my nipples with my fingers.
Makoto Ogasawara, who has almost reached its peak because of pulling out my male roots, is still eating up his teeth and enduring critical places.
Those moist eyes. Its reddish face. its eating tied teeth. Its trembling lips. its drooling saliva.
Makoto Ogasawara, who could not afford to hide it and desperately enjoyed the fact that he was about to drown in pleasure, was too inferior, decadent, and made my desire.
Vision pleasure and spiritual pleasure. Combined with my physical pleasure, and almost at its peak, I snap Makoto Ogasawara's nipples while eating and tying my teeth tight. Anyway, I was going to ejaculate as soon as I wasn't putting in the effort.
"Damn, if you stick with me that well, I'll rip it off, dude, and... ahhh"
Makoto Ogasawara, hissing his eyebrow root and trembling, shook his head (wearing it) as he stared at me with his narrow eyes, and...
"Guh."
"Ahhhhhh"
Zung dropped hips. Zulu's male roots broke into his intestines all at once.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't do anything anymore."
"Hey!? Ma!? Guuuuuuu"
Makoto Ogasawara began to wave only his hips with me picking his nipples. The upper body is intact and only the hips are cleverly moving up and down.
A slutty sound with water that echoes indoors. The male root, which inserts his anus relentlessly with trousers, was swollen to the maximum not strange whenever it exploded.
That's it, it's a masturbation machine. Horny machine I made by modifying the chair. Makoto Ogasawara, who brought it home and encouraged her to masturbate scattered, has mastered the movements of her undifferentiated hips independently.
But in a way, it worked. I felt too comfortable. It was already there, but my body and spirit couldn't keep up with the magnitude of my comfort, and on the contrary, it was a stumbling block.
But hold that too for a few seconds. If you get just a little used to the immense pleasure you can give, you'll ejaculate in a grand way at that moment.
I was wondering if there was any way to do this earlier, but the sudden immense pleasure of giving cleared my mind for a moment. During that moment, I succeeded in spinning my thoughts at full speed and deriving answers.
"Oh, Ogasawara, I'm sorry."
"Huh!?
Suddenly my apology stopped Makoto Ogasawara's hip perfectly. But the freak and cramps persist.
Shit, the body and spirit started to get used to this pleasure. If this happens, even the slightest vibration is going to end. There is no longer a moment of respite. This is the first and last bet. Failure will end at that point.
Swallow gokuri and spit, staring back at Makoto Ogasawara, who is grossly roughing his breath as he stares at me in front of him.
Please, it's a measure I thought of in an instant, but it shouldn't be a bad one. However, in the current situation where there is no aftermath, you will entrust everything to me for that measure, which is why my anxiety spreads.
It's okay, it'll definitely work. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, trust yourself. I can do it. I'm amazing. I'm strong. I can't lose. I'm a winner. Don't be afraid of defeat, you idiot.
"Sorry, Ogasawara, ejaculation requires sexual excitement, but I still can't see you as such. I'm so sorry..."
In a situation not strange whenever I ejaculated, I spoke so quietly to Makoto Ogasawara, pretending to be absolutely calm.
To be honest, this measure is full of holes. If you're insightful, you'll easily spot that everything I'm saying is cod.
Skin exasperated by massive sweating. And a breath that is desperately killing, but rising on its own by an expensive spirit. Those are the only things that make me sexually excited.
In the meantime, the one that most prominently tells the true story of me. My male roots are swelling inside Makoto Ogasawara to an unusual point where he wants to get easier soon. If you say you're not sexually excited about this, you'll usually get a bitter laugh.
But today Makoto Ogasawara is far from calm. He seems to be refusing to devote all his efforts to bringing me to the top and to the top just like me, but that reason is on the verge of collapsing even from the side. There is no such thing as calm judgment, which is why you are likely to truly take my word for it.
I'll bet everything on that. Exactly the formation of the leeward. If pressed, there is no aftermath, and there is no way but to push forward. That's why we're dying to attack and find a way out of there.
"Wow, in me...... can't you?
Swinging eyes and a blue face. Makoto Ogasawara, who remained nipple-picked from me, was desperately trying to calm his untidy breathing by spraying ball-like sweat from all over his body.
Obviously upset. And I can see you're not even questioning my words, and you're swallowing them.
That's good, you just keep pushing it off.
"It's not that I don't like you. I rather like it. But it's only as a partner in massage training, so, as a heterosexual, as a sexual subject..."
"Are you saying you can't see it?
"... I'm so sorry"
Tears accumulate in shaky eyes. Me staring back into those eyes and making a look of sincere sorrow.
Okay, here's the problem. When Makoto Ogasawara honestly pulls back, he gets a lot of obstacles to his upcoming tutorial.
As an ideal development, I want Makoto Ogasawara to persevere in eating down.
If my love for me outweighs my love, there's a good chance that the shock of being pushed away from me will plug in too much.
But if the spirit of service to me exceeds, you'll want me to ejaculate somehow and relax physically and mentally.
Chances are very likely that affection outweighs affection. Anyway, the skin is overlapping and connected. Everyone will be shocked if they get poked away there.
That's why it's a bet. I went out of my way to put in a word that I had a crush on Makoto Ogasawara so that the spirit of service to me would prevail.
All you have to do is leave it to Makoto Ogasawara. It's up to Makoto Ogasawara to figure out how to get out. As a result, the policy of future instruction will change greatly.
"Oh, I'm sorry..."
Pompous and drops on my chest. That was a hot tear overflowing from Makoto Ogasawara's eyes.
Makoto Ogasawara, who is shaking by biting his lower lip, slowly lifts his hips. As a result, the male root, which had been entrapped in the intestines, was sputtered out cheeky.
At that moment, the pleasure I was enjoying exploded and the current ran from my hips to my entire body.
Ejaculatory greed that swells in an instant and the feeling that something rushes up the urethra at once.
"Knock."
Having instantly understood what had happened at that moment, I flipped and depressed myself the moment my male roots were all spit out of my anus.
From the tip of the male root pressed against the bed, a bulge of desire erupts. The pleasure lacked satisfaction than spitting it out in Makoto Ogasawara, but it was finally easier.
While stroking down his chest, he saw Makoto Ogasawara on the side to see if Makoto Ogasawara had spotted the ejaculation.
Makoto Ogasawara, coming down from above me and sitting in bed, was leaning down as she sat down a girl. Apparently, you can't afford to realize what I've done.
The grief drifting from its appearance. So is that, even though you tried to serve me by risking everything about yourself, you've been denied everything about it.
I was told that you had no attraction as a woman. You must be depressed.
But you won't hear from me. If I spoke up and whispered a sweet word to direct the will of Makoto Ogasawara, it would surely become uncomfortable and remain in Makoto Ogasawara's heart.
I rejected Makoto Ogasawara as a sexual object and denied all of her charms. There is no reason to say anything, it is natural not to say anything, it is wise not to say anything.
That's why I leave it only to the will of Makoto Ogasawara. Still, if the spirit of service surpasses, you will be able to treat Makoto Ogasawara as a tool in a true sense. This is exactly what you want to live in death.
"I didn't... study enough"
That's right, Masaru Ogasawara, who groaned softly, stepped out of bed when he stood up soundless. And I walk petty toward the couch.
I got up poking that gap and grabbed the boxed tissue that Makoto Ogasawara was preparing, and as I hurried to pull the tissue out of the box, I wiped the male roots and sheets. I'll have to wash these sheets later.
Makoto Ogasawara, who arrives on the couch, is kneeling and fishing for something. Apparently, he wants to take something out of his bag. And what I took out was the material I gave him for a massage for men.
"Ejaculation is the most effective way to relax men physically and mentally. But it requires advanced technology. Or having sexually exciting videos and images is one way..."
Makoto Ogasawara grunts as he stares at the material to eat in. Looks like you're reading an item with an explanation related to ejaculation.
Apparently, things are going to go exactly as I see them.
... Are you sure? Wouldn't it be more depressing if it were normal? Makoto Ogasawara is once again from me to the ideal development I seek... No, don't think about it. If I read too much deeply, I dig a grave.
It was not particularly unnatural as a flow. Makoto Ogasawara just fitted my approach. Yeah, nothing else. Don't even think about it.
Even if I try to assume that, my anxiety really spreads to my mind.
A measure full of holes twisted out in an instant was more likely to fall to the worse, if you think about it probabilistically. But if you fall for the better, the situation will not only improve, but it will be possible to proceed more ideally with the upcoming ordination.
Not just this time. It has always been so. Every time something happened, I was pushed into a predicament, and it turned into a convenient development for me.
It would be more impossible to tell you not to feel uncomfortable when you say that this is all going on in a row.
If Makoto Ogasawara is intentionally planning to do so, there are two things you can think of.
You want to be by my side, but you're just purely trying to push me into the development I want, or you're trying to use me as a strategy.
The moment I got to that idea, I was flabbergasted. What the hell am I worried about?
It's convenient if you're putting your thoughts on me purely. And if you're trying to use me, wouldn't it be more interesting?
What does Makoto Ogasawara intend to use me for, if I throw myself in the middle of that ruse, I can taste the best thrill? In other words, can it be the best entertainment?
It's funny, it's funny, Makoto Ogasawara. You're basically wimpy and cumbersome, but you're excellent in the sense that you won't bore me.
The odd home environment of Makoto Ogasawara heard at the shopping mall. It was also possible that you deliberately told me and made me listen. Then what Makoto Ogasawara is discussing is revenge against his sister-in-law, who has despised himself?
Makoto Ogasawara loved Sasaki. And Sasaki had his thoughts on Makoto Ogasawara again. If it was my sister-in-law who tore those two friends apart, she could be the object of revenge.
Suppose that's why you're trying to use me, use me as a horse, and inspire me to flip an anti-flag on my sister-in-law.
If you're pretending to be submissive to me for that, using my ploy, and vice versa, trying to captivate me to pleasure and manipulate me freely.
It's all just speculation, and the question remains as to whether Makoto Ogasawara's personality would lead him to the idea of revenge, but the attitude he is currently showing me is likely to be false.
It's more convincing than thinking that you're throwing yourself into my convenient development with pure thoughts, even though you put your thoughts on me and saw through my measures.
Which is the right answer? Or is my reflection completely off target? Well, you don't have to rush to find out the answer. Let's have some fun until then.
And if that time comes, I'll pay you back. To do this, we have to look in detail around Makoto Ogasawara and around Sasaki and his sister-in-law.
If so, why don't you start moving today?
I was in a strangely sunny mood because the confusion and anxiety I had in me, and the discomfort and other obsessions seemed to have been resolved.
Makoto Ogasawara, who does not make one physical move while sitting on the ground, was squirming with bumps as he stared at the material he held with both hands.
"Yes, I don't like it, I don't like it... I don't want to leave you by Mr. Castle Island"
Makoto Ogasawara, who said so and raised his face, pointed that pale face at me and stared at me with his moist eyes as I fell asleep on the bed.
You don't want to leave me, do you? Do you purely think so, or did you deliberately let me hear that word?
If you let me tell you that you are trying to use me as a countermeasure, I really just think of it as the latter.
Well, that's good. If you don't want to leave me, then what? What are you going to do, Makoto Ogasawara?
It would have been in the material I gave you, wouldn't it? If you are experiencing a lack of skill or a difficult situation to lust as you ejaculate, you should have the tools to force you to lust.
That is to say, using footage or images made to stir a man's desire and cause him to exhale that lust.
"Video... image... I don't have that. Then what should I do..."
I sneered and grinned at Makoto Ogasawara's grunt, who took his gaze off me and dropped his eyes on the material again.
If you look at my face in the mirror right now, you must have a pretty bad black grin.
That's right, Makoto Ogasawara is getting to the point where my thoughts are supposed to be too well.
They deny me all my charm as a woman, and they're still trying to serve me somehow. I mean, he wants me with something other than his own flesh, and he's trying to ejaculate me.
Then I'll give it to you. the item.
When I get up, I walk out of bed towards Makoto Ogasawara.
It's good to have ejaculated once. Makoto Ogasawara's flesh has a really disgraceful charm. It exposes everything at all costs. Besides, given what I'm going to do, I'll concentrate my blood on my lower body on my own. I already have a half erection because of it.
If I hadn't left it out, I might have had an outburst by now.
"Ogasawara, you know, if you're in trouble, I'll cooperate..."
Standing next to Makoto Ogasawara sitting by the couch, I scratch my cheeks with my fingers, shyly distracting myself. Regardless, that shameful trick is acting.
"Cooperation…?
Makoto Ogasawara, who raised his face to my words, looked up with that anxiety-driven expression and looked at me with shaky eyes.
You say this is acting? I don't think so very much. I can tell you that's why you confused me.
But I already blew it off. I know it's an act, but it doesn't matter. On the contrary, if all of Makoto Ogasawara's is a bluff and an act, it will be a battle between me and the actors who are also hiding and playing themselves.
Makoto Ogasawara, who explores my belly with a twist, and I scratch the back of Makoto Ogasawara and look to potty meat. Isn't it a really fun battle?
"Well... I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to offend you, but if I didn't tell you, I'd feel like I'd hurt you extra. Besides, as far as I'm concerned, I don't want to lose you, my good assistant. So I'm going to lower as much as I can if I'm smart like this -"
"Please don't! There's nothing wrong with Mr. Castle Island! I'm the bad one.
Makoto Ogasawara, shouting so as to stop me from acting when I tried to bow his head, is trembling on my feet.
Right, well, there's no reason to keep your head down from the start.
"So what, you know, I'm a man for once, too. So I get excited about the opposite sex, and sometimes I want to spit out the accumulated stuff."
That's what I said and crouched on the spot, I stroked the head of Makoto Ogasawara, who was overflowing with tears as he bit his lower lip.
"I thought it was careless, I kept it a secret from you, but I do, here."
"... Huh?
I held my breath and forced myself to blush, sassy glance away from Makoto Ogasawara looking up at me.
"Sometimes, here, you know, I was spitting it out. I have something I've been using for that, but I didn't want you to find it. But if I tell you I need it, I can do it to you with shame..."
Makoto Ogasawara's eyes shook wide as he kept his gaze away and stared at me talking like that.
Makoto Ogasawara checked the situation horizontally so that Makoto wouldn't notice, and I converted the laughter into a lightning laugh and stood up on the spot. Makoto Ogasawara also stood up so that I could catch him.
"I mean, it's a video, in short, an adult video, of a woman I prefer as a sexual subject who exposes herself to none of that, but if I show you something like that, well, she's going to despise me..."
Makoto Ogasawara, leaning against me when he stood up, shook his neck full as he looked up at me as he reached my left arm.
"Fuck, I don't despise you. If you look at that footage, is Mr. Castle Island... excited?
Makoto Ogasawara's expression, which seems to contain anxiety, fear and slight expectations, is slightly more bloody than his pale complexion earlier.
I'm telling you that I learn sexual excitement from women other than myself. Naturally it's a complicated mood, but I guess I'm trying to find a way to live there.
"Well, the footage of that hand is out there rotting in the world. That's why there are videos of women with the looks and shapes that I like."
I saw a shade in the look on Makoto Ogasawara's face listening to my explanation in silence. Did you even think I had special feelings for the woman in the video? In short, he seems jealous.
Since it is about Makoto Ogasawara, it is also possible to reach such a conclusion. Therefore, I decided to explain it to you for once.
"But I don't want you to get me wrong, it's for the sole purpose of processing lust, and I don't have any other emotions for the woman in the video. It may be hard for you, a woman, to understand, but that's what a man is. Neither am I."
Makoto Ogasawara, who seemed surprised by his eyebrow-roots in my explanation, nodded cocklessly while showing a slightly unconvincing look.
I guess I don't mind being excited about the woman in the video, even though I didn't get to be seen as a sexual subject. Well, that's a natural reaction.
"Well, where is it?
Makoto Ogasawara, who has asked me in such a way as to be afraid, pushes a busty breast against my left arm holding me.
Breasts with soft but elastic feel on the elbows of the left arm. It's one of mine that's grown up because of one shot I pulled out, but if I don't go ahead with the pawn just now, it'll come back to life.
"This way."
That said, he moved to the corner of the warehouse with Makoto Ogasawara.
Not long after I got this warehouse, I was cleaning up the warehouse and noticed some of the walls were damaged.
I managed to repair it and leave it there, but after Makoto Ogasawara came in and out of here, I modified the repaired wall.
There were limits to having sex with me. Then there was no problem pulling out of the apartment's own room, but the warehouse sometimes calmed down, and I left some treasures in the warehouse.
When it was found by Makoto Ogasawara, he could have been wary. That's why I hid it inside the modified wall.
It's no big deal when it comes to remodeling. I just made some of the repaired walls removable.
Although repainted, some of the walls stick out more than others, even though the colors are slightly different. If you look carefully, it's full of discomfort, but that's why you would take it as merely repaired.
When I arrived at the repair site on the lower side of the wall, I knelt down and removed part of the wall. I put my right hand in the hole that showed up and took out the plastic case.
You were right to keep this in the warehouse. I never dreamed this would happen, because I wasn't prepared for anything.
Use Makoto Ogasawara's flesh to pull it out while watching adult videos. That is exactly as similar as Onahol, and it is arguably exactly meat potty.
It was a few steps above the schedule, but that's why Makoto Ogasawara cares about it, so there's no way to miss this.
"This is the DVD."
"This is it..."
Makoto Ogasawara, who seemed somewhat distracted when he offered the case of the DVD taken out of the hole in the wall towards Makoto Ogasawara, reached out in awe to receive the case.
The surface of the case showed a young woman wearing black edge glasses on dark hair and a black tight skirt suit. She looks a little young to wear a suit.
Totally coincidental, but the content of the adult videos I kept hidden and the starring actresses were really ideal.
The starring actress is a former top idol and has a history of turning herself over from a broken heart to starring in AV. Besides, only one of the performances, did you regret it after you calmed down, and you haven't shown up in front of the media since.
She was a top idol, with no complaining about her appearance and shape, one of which is said to be a legendary work in the AV world.
However, it is at all costs its contents. She was naturally an amateur and there was a difference in cloud mud from the pros when she didn't plan on appearing on AV. But its beginnings turned into a reputation that led to unprecedented hits in the AV industry, but when it comes to pornography, it's no big deal.
But this time it was a good idea. Makoto Ogasawara is also an amateur, even though he has been taught by me. Its knowledge and technology are still in development. Which means it's close to the top idol that appeared on the AV.
The idol in the making is encouraged by the actor to show off his inexorable skills. It should have been planted somewhat before the show, but there's some tension in the production and it doesn't work.
Idol where troubled actors teach by hand and follow it to the act. I guess it's NG by nature, but did the director's idea lead to the launch that that is the moment when pure and pure idols become obscene?
The result theory is that the supervisor was right.
In short, this adult video provides sexual service to Makoto Ogasawara and can be described as training software to improve knowledge and skills very effectively.
"Or, you're a cute guy. But that, this guy, it's like I've seen him somewhere..."
Makoto Ogasawara grunts like that while staring at the jacket of the case for real.
Well, you've seen it before. It's the top idol on TV until a few years ago. It's a famous story that the idol retired abruptly, but it's not known on the ground that he appeared on AV.
Whether you're reading a sports newspaper or gossip magazine, or finding out online, sources would be about that. Even if Makoto Ogasawara doesn't know it, it can be taken for granted.
"If you look at this, it's... exciting, isn't it?
Makoto Ogasawara, who showed me the jacket of the case he was staring at, staring at me with a complicated look on his face.
"Oh, if you've taken care of me a lot"
"... like this guy, or something?
"That's why I'm telling you it's not there."
Makoto Ogasawara, staring at me jeez, groaned bosomly and immediately denied the word.
"Mr. Castle Island was surprisingly menqui..."
"So I told you that sexual excitement and special feelings for heterosexuality are separate. But I don't deny it's Menqui."
Makoto Ogasawara, looking mucky, stares again at the jacket in the case he was pointing at me, staring at the actress in the picture.
It's obvious that I'm Menkui when I target Makoto Ogasawara. I won't tell you that if my mouth is torn, but Makoto Ogasawara is a beautiful girl with a beauty that won't take a pull on the ex-top idol pictured in the jacket of the case.
It depends on your taste, but from what I can see from my eyes, I feel Makoto Ogasawara is slightly superior. Because if Makoto Ogasawara were asked if he could be an idol, I would say no.
Beautiful looks and styles would be an absolute condition to be an idol, but a beautiful girl with as much beauty and style as Makoto Ogasawara would say she meets the conditions too much.
But besides the beauty of idols, I think we need something that attracts people and takes them away from us. And kick someone else in the ass. But the strength and sagginess of crawling up for the top, plus desire, is imperative. In that sense, I'm not comfortable with Makoto Ogasawara, who is weak and doesn't want to go out in public.
In other words, an idiot who just looks like Makoto Ogasawara says that a meat potty dedicated to lust processing is a good fit.
I moved in front of the couch, and I put my undressed uniform back on and sat on the couch.
In the meantime, he interrupted his massage training and focused on pulling one shot to relax me, so I didn't have to be naked anymore.
Makoto Ogasawara says that although he wears socks and shoes, he is still kneeling naked in front of the TV. And he was mocking the recorder stored inside the TV set on which the TV was placed.
"Er, to open this place...... all the time. Is this it? Hmm? That? shiny flashing...... haha, duh, what do I do, this looks expensive but it broke - uhh!? Suddenly it opened!?... I'm surprised."
The light indicating that it was in preparation was flashing because of the press of the power button and the opening and closing button during the start-up preparation phase. Makoto Ogasawara, who didn't understand it, seemed in a hurry because he thought the equipment was broken, but is suddenly surprised to see the opening and closing function activated.
I thought I was neglectful of mechanical relationships, but no longer this much.
I'm so freaked out by the don smell, but I can't give you a hand. DVD playback must be done only by Makoto Ogasawara's own hands.
In other words, prepare my Ogasawara Makoto with the hands of Makoto Ogasawara, and make him hope that his own flesh will be used as an onaho. By performing the sequence of motions at the will of Makoto Ogasawara, we can finally call it a meat potty.
Still a good half serving as a meat potty. For one thing, meat potty is a long and dangerous way to elevate it to a tool that can be called a first-class product.
"So, we're done. Uh, play button, pout. Hmm? That? Nothing?
"... Ogasawara, the key TV is not turned on."
"Ah! I see! That's Mr. Castle Island! You've noticed so well!
"... well, not so much."
I didn't mean to say anything, but when I saw Makoto Ogasawara, who was having trouble seeing the video even though the TV wasn't turned on, I just couldn't help but put it in.
"Wow, are you managing a newscaster? But it looks like someone different from the picture on the package."
"... hey, Ogasawara, that's different. That's a regular news show. If you don't switch to external input, the video won't show up."
"Ah! I see! That's Mr. Castle Island! You've noticed so well!
"... well, not so much."
I saw the news show shown on the screen and thought it was an adult video, Makoto Ogasawara, and I just plunged it in again.
Anything is too ignorant. Could it be that he has hardly ever touched anything like electronics?
"Ogasawara, don't you have a TV in your room?
I was curious and decided to ask.
"Yes, there isn't. That's just the radio you bought me about ten years ago. But radio is very interesting. I don't have any footage, so I'll describe everything in words. Just listening brings the footage to mind."
"... right"
Radio only, huh? I don't think you can buy it because your life is poor. Doesn't look so unfettered by gold.
Anyway, it would have cost me to buy sex gear, and when I went to the mall, Makoto Ogasawara, who tried to buy tickets at the station, had taken out a gamaguchi purse like the one used by children, but had a few bills in it. However, the wallet itself had quite a few years in it.
My wild guess is that I can't seem to be sweet on my parents, not that I'm unfit for money.
I mean, I get a dime, but I can't take it even if I want something? Or I guess you're reluctant.
"Erm, is the input switching - is this it? Yes!"
I accidentally sighed at Makoto Ogasawara trying to manipulate him only on deck.
It would be much easier if I used the remote control I have on the table, but if I haven't used it from time to time, I can also nod that I don't come to that idea. But I dare say one thing. When were you a man?
"Oh, I switched. Wow, there's someone in the package. But it doesn't work, does it? Has it been like this forever? Is Mr. Castle Island excited about this image?
"... No, it's a menu screen."
Makoto Ogasawara, whose input switches and stares at the video stopping on the menu screen, tilting his neck.
I can't do this anymore, it won't be clear.
Having simmered the business, I took the remote control on the table and pushed the decision to hover over the all-play.
Even though I was so excited about it earlier, it completely shriveled because of the Don odor of Makoto Ogasawara.
But that would be fine. Because the only thing that looks like is that flesh of a first-class product, as a tool for ejaculation, we're going to have plenty of it to use.