Lying on his back on the bed, the foster child stares at the ceiling with unfocused, tinted eyes.
Peach-stained cheeks and a hot, rough exhale. And sweat that surfaced like balls.
The room is warmed by air conditioning, but the room temperature itself is still not so high. Yet inside scratching massive amounts of sweat because of the terrible use of that body.
Dark brown blazer and white blouse with kicked skin. It tells the story of the absurdity of its breathing, with exposed white and shaped breasts moving up and down.
Stripped underwear and perfectly closed thighs. The red, green and blue tartan check skirt remains on, but is not serving the original purpose of the skirt because it is rolling up.
That was a slutty, dirty figure that I don't think is the ultimate student chairman of a super prestigious high school.
Breasts that have grown once more than two years ago and hairless shame hills that are unchanged from two years ago.
While the body is small and overall youthfulness is noticeable inside, the figure such as its sticky breasts and creased hips contradicts the appearance of young people and reminds them of the fruit one step ahead of ripening.
The appearance leaves a childhood that can be described as a girl, and the body an imbalance that can be described as a woman. In addition, the smell of the warehouse is irresistible.
Well, what, I tried it and changed my mind somewhat. From defects that are not for sale, you can upgrade them to outlets that are defective but for once will be for sale.
A hairless shame hill that is too young, just like the young appearance in such a midsection. But that hill of shame doesn't look any different than it was two years ago, because it has its thighs closed.
I don't teach female genitals in foster care anything other than the pubic nucleus. For this reason, two years ago, my skin was as white as snow, with a single muscle.
"In foster care, spread your crotch. To the limit."
As I sat at the foot of the inside lying on my back, I commanded the inside.
During foster care, which reacted with piqun, he shakes his neck slightly to the side. That indicated a willingness to refuse my orders.
I grinned, and when I stood up, I moved to the side of the foster home and lay one knee on the spot.
In the midst of how much he loved the way I blamed him, he chewed his lower lip with tears and appealed desperately with his gaze.
He wants me to forgive him already.
"It's against orders. Again I will punish you the same as I did earlier"
I bowed down and put my lips to my foster ear, whispering mercilessly.
When I heard that whisper, I shook the unfocused eyes that praised the tears, and only moved those eyes to look at me.
My heart bubbled in those shaky eyes that resembled fright.
The way I blamed it, which I didn't think of two years ago. While observing his attitude in the warehouse, he came up with a cattle blame to the point of horror.
When I tried it, I was taught all kinds of tuning by me, and I succeeded in hunting it down to a state where it was developed but resistant to pleasure, so far as to exceed its limits in an hour or so of things, that I could not even beg for forgiveness.
"I saw you in foster care for two years, and you became subtly adorable."
The nursery, whose eyes opened to my words to be whispered, narrowed its eyes and chewed its lower lip critically, shaking its neck to the side violently.
"When I look at you in foster care, I get a little inferior to that subtle adorability"
My words whispering in a flat tone shake my neck even harder in foster care.
"In foster care, you're subtly cute..."
"I don't want to cheat on you like this! I know you're lying, but you're too happy to be crazy!
Blocking my whisper, Foster Church shouted to bet all that power of remaining.
"I don't know if I'm dead! It's really the limit now! Can you please stop blaming me for whispering love in my ear and caressing me gently!
"I don't remember whispering love. She's subtly cute."
"Ahem! Translating the tundelle language means you could have told me that it turned out to be a mess cute! Mr. Castle Island's bastard!
The look is loose in the midst of twitching with tears for dislike.
But reversal of ideas is horrible. I didn't know that blaming you for not even subtly praising your foster care would do more than blaming you for pleasure over a few hours.
Lean your right hand toward the breast of the foster care with your lips against the ears of the foster care. He then finger-picked a peachy nipple with a strong, pointy erection to the limit and twisted it gently.
"I'm bored. You're subtly adorable."
"Ahhhhhh - I can't breathe, I can't breathe No - again IKUUUUUUUUUU"
During foster care, where hands are turned backwards and handcuffed, the nipples are simply gently twisted to reach their peak.
I'm so tired that I can barely move my body anymore, inside, but I still desperately turn myself around trying to escape. But because of the motion, the nipples picked were pulled, and even more supreme as they cramped.
"Holy! Listen carefully, Holy! Don't get me wrong! Mr. Castle Island shouldn't belong to anyone! You troubled child, there are so many suffering children! So don't monopolize -"
"Healthy you are subtly pathetic"
"Uh-oh!
I was desperately trying to tell myself to stay rational inside, but I am sinking into my whispering attack, and I am in hell for just squeezing my nipples.
Hmm, despicable and obscene verbal reproaches also have a lot of effect, but they have a tremendous effect on these reproaches in foster care.
As he continued his whispering attack with his pimp and nipples playing with his fingers for the rest of the fun, the cries of foster care abruptly interrupted him like a toy with a dead battery.
"Rizhong?"
I hung up as I picked my nipples slightly stronger, but my body reacted and spasmodically, but there was no response.
"Have you passed out?"
So he shrugged and peered into his foster face, closing his eyes with a happy face, as if to say he had seen heaven.
With my fingers off my nipples, when I get up, I move toward the tip of my nails in foster care. And he forced open his thighs, which were perfectly closed with a blurb and tremble.
"Oh, you're a great councillor, this is..."
The sheets under the open crotch had a huge stain. I guess I sprayed the tide and piss all over it. I just blamed my nipples lightly for this. I can't imagine what the hell would happen if I whispered attack while inserting one thing into my anus. That's why I get curious.
Do you want to try it later on the street? I'm very interested in what happens if I blame you where I can't speak up.
With that in mind, shift your gaze to the center of the open crotch. The female genitals visible in the center of the crotch were steaming back to the point where hot air was likely to come out, overflowing a large amount of love fluid from its horny hole.
Two years ago it was a single muscle. Female genitals. That had now opened her puckered, slutty mouth, exposing her to a bright peachy appearance. Moreover, the labia on both sides of it grow to protrude.
I guess the female genitalia also grew as the body grew, but that wouldn't be all. Evidence of considerable distortion.
She has a small body and a remarkable young body, but she has a fine groin. Moreover, its obscene appearance is unnecessarily accentuated because it is something that has not grown hair, creating a sense of disloyalty up to the point of abnormality.
"How dawn on masturbation can this be? Now you're a virgin, so don't be frightened."
I'm the one who created the cause of foster care becoming a whore. And that's really awesome. Little has been touched on the hole itself, which is almost the same as before. But the development of the labia is terrific.
And the pubic nucleus is pretty good, too. It seems to come out of the skin on its own at the time of erection, but it is suspicious that the skin will return even at normal times.
In front of the Arcade Street department store where I met up with the foster kids, all the guys going out were looking at the foster kids, but I want to show them this sight.
Slightly shuddering his gaze, his anus, visible under his obscene female genitals, is repeatedly cracking and contracting. And because he was fainting, or because of that unclosed hole, cloudy mucus was overflowing and dripping into the sheet.
I was going to do it with one shot, but I got about two shots at how well I was doing the rest. I failed, and if I had carried out a whispering attack at that time, I could have seen the results of what would have happened to foster care.
Since two shots were fired at Makoto Ogasawara in the morning, a total of four shots will be fired today. Your body is just lazy because of it.
Will you carry it over tomorrow to insert it on the street?
"... Ki, Mr. Castle Island"
A weak voice reached my ear and raised my gaze. Apparently, he's regained consciousness in foster care.
"Hih, just one thing, I want you to tell me. This, junior meat potty virgin too... I knew you didn't take it?
Spinned between shallow and rough breaths, this still sounds uninterrupted.
"Oh, I'm not interested."
I got out of bed when I let my hands off my thighs in foster care, which I was forced to spread, and I said so and stood up.
"Oh, well... I'm just relieved..."
He tried to make his way to the fridge, towards my back, so grumbled in foster care. So my voice broke off.
What you hear when you clear your ears is a slight sleep. Now it looks like he fell asleep instead of fainting.
What made you feel safe? You'd be familiar with the fact that I'm only interested in my anus.
It's funny because we use organs that are originally intended for excretion for sexual processing. Moreover, the act of culminating only in the anus would inflict tremendous shame and disloyalty.
I'm a pervert who peaks at my anus. I am a pervert who rejoices in being used for an impure hole. By letting it engrave deep into your heart, you will fall to the bottom of Naruto, and you will never be able to return to it again.
That's all. Nothing else.
Sleeping with Suyasuya inside. It's a calm, lying sleep face that was screaming so much.
I fell asleep beside the inside of it and I look inside with my elbow on the bed and my head supported by my palm.
Has it been about three hours since foster care started sleeping? Looking at the clock embedded in his left wrist, the time was around 4 p.m.
The sun is setting early these days. It'll be sunset in an hour.
After another thirty minutes or so, the cheeks in the foster care began to color unusually. I know you're going to hide it well, but your breathing is getting rough too.
As he stared at the inner part of the house, his eyes closed as soon as he looked at me with his mouth as a letter to. And even though my hands were fixed behind my back, they leaned against me perfectly as I slept with my body cleverly tucked away.
"Easily…"
Inside whining deliberately. There will be no one to say in his mouth how easy it is while he is sleeping.
I feel like some idiot was doing the same thing, but do idiots have similar thought circuits?
But, well, you seem to realize that Raccoon Sleeping is discovered in foster care. Better than an idiot who thinks he hasn't been noticed?
That's right, and what do we do now? I'm pretty hungry because I haven't had lunch. It fits right at the time, so why don't we go to the shoe store after dinner and head to the place where the foster kids keep their luggage?
No, you're a clothesman before dinner. Even if you let them expose you during foster care and enjoy it, you have to dress it up to match it. But then I don't have enough. I need to stop by the bank or convenience store ATM before I go to the clothes store.
I tried to get up with that in mind, but there I realized that my body would stick.
I scratched a lot of sweat. Rikanaka would be more than me.
Leaning perfectly against me, he reached inside rubbing his cheeks against my chest and touched his breasts, which remained exposed.
"Huh... easy, easy - ah, ooh, easy..."
rubbing her breasts all the time, Picun and her body trembled during foster care dyed her cheeks and raised a slightly sweet whisper. But I don't think I'm going to stop sleeping with raccoons.
I didn't dare go into that and rubbed my breasts to find out how I scratched my sweat, but it still seems pretty sticky.
Then it's a bath first. I don't have hot water ready today, so I can't use the shower outside. I mean, I want to take a bath too, so which way does the outside shower go down? I don't like cold.
"Reichung, I'm going out for dinner today, but before I do, stop by my apartment and take a bath -"
"Go!"
The patchy, open-eyed foster child replied blocking my words with a full grin.
"Have you had enough raccoon sleeping?
"Yeah!"
I meant to be sarcastic, but still snorts energetically inside with a full smile. Without the entrustment, there was no appearance of evil. He snorted inside and sighed as he looked at him with his jit eyes.
"You... you're so subtly cute when you laugh"
"Huh!?
As I let my words jump my bicum and body, I dye my face bright red to burn in an instant, I let my eyes swim and attract a smile, folding with my thighs.
"Again, this blame works immensely."
"... Ugh, yeah, it's so huge"
I grinned at him and whispered softly as he turned his cheek against my chest, keeping his gaze away from me during foster care, which was making his face so bright red that the hot air seemed to come out.
In foster care sitting a bit at the edge of the bed. Standing in the front of it, I'm bending over and dressed as a foster child.
"Oh, I'm sorry? I even let Mr. Castle Island do this..."
I lowered my brow butt to say so sorry. Inside, but I also seem happy somewhere.
The whispering attack seems to grind the mental power in foster care, additionally placing considerable strain on the body. I had reached such a spectacular peak that I would faint just by clapping my nipples.
For this reason, he can't even seem to move his fingers properly instead of standing up.
By the way, the handcuffs are off. Outside, if someone still finds you handcuffed after the sun goes down during the day, you're likely to make a scene.
"Can you stand?
When I dressed up in foster care, chased him, put on my shoes and stood up, I asked him as he looked at foster care.
"It's okay..."
The snorted nursery tried to stand up as he put his hands on the bed and put force all over his body. But my knees tremble and I can't stand inside.
"Ah."
Still, when he ate his teeth and tied them up and was forced to stand up, the foster caregivers fell forward with a lot of momentum. But because I stood there, I was prevented from falling in a way that would hold me.
"If you can't, say so."
"Oh, haha...... oh, sorry"
While in foster care, which is spotted on me and shaking my knees like a newborn deer, I apologize with my brow butt down as I look up to my upper eye.
Damn, it's only by being able to know exactly how you're feeling that you can call yourself a good meat potty. If you insist that it is possible to do something that is impossible, the user may be annoyed.
But, well, it's an outlet meat potty. What choice do I have?
He sighed heavily, and sat on the edge of his bed again as he sat down in the foster care where I had eyes on him, kneeling with his back inside.
"Chip, get in. I have no choice but to carry you."
And he speaks behind his back as he punches his tongue. I waited a while, but I didn't hear back.
Looking sideways at Chirali and behind him, the overturned foster care covered his face with both hands, trembling. And slightly, a sobbing voice that sounds just slightly.
Now you're going to cry over the habit you were laughing at on the asshole side until just now. You're a pain in the ass. I've never been this handy in foster care before.
"... Oh, if I hadn't met you... I could have put up with you"
Mixed with a sobbing voice, I hear a trembling or thin voice.
"... if you'd been colder, you could have smiled and gone home"
The sobbing voice grew slightly louder, and the sorrowful sounds began to mix with the trembling or thin voice.
Trembling luxurious shoulders. Shiatsu drops from the gap between his hands covering his face fall on his potato and his fostered knee.
"... I'm a real idiot, right? Even though we can still be together, even though we have tomorrow, I'm already thinking about when I'm going home."
That's what I said, and slowly raised my face. In foster care, I let go of my hands, which were covering my face.
A large grain of tears overflowing from his colored eyes propagates through his cheeks.
He lowered his brow butt and leaned his neck when he was forced to laugh as he was in foster care shaking his lips.
"When can I see you next?
A deep, dark shadow is falling on those sparkling, tinted eyes.
It's like being told that the world is doomed, a picturesque example of despair.
"You... you're getting weaker"
Words out of nature and mouth. I didn't even stop fighting that day when I was attacked in an empty house. In foster care, my heart seemed completely broken.
"I know. Why don't you take away the virginity of the girl Mr. Castle Island taught you. For what you're saying, Mr. Castle Island, you're old-fashioned. Dedicating a virgin is wholeheartedly loved. Don't take it away from me."
"No!"
I was screaming so as to block the words inside speaking pale to whimpering with a convulsive grin.
Return to me haha and stand up on the spot and scratch your head galloping.
What are you doing? I am. I just said something stupid about foster care. That's all you need to talk about if you kick the crap out of it.
"Hmm, you idiot, are you trying to tell me I'm not taking a virgin for you? Crap, and don't be complacent about it. By developing an impure hole, I like to see a woman shudder in shame but fall into slut -"
"Then take it from me! You can take it all and then throw it away! And yet, you don't even take my lips! You won't even take my virgin! The kindness of Mr. Castle Island is unnecessarily hard!
He blocked my words as he stared at me and raised a voice similar to a scream as he stared at me like he was shooting me.
Eat and bind your teeth to the rage that gushes.
I didn't know shit would disobey me when I was in foster care. Besides, you can't even look at me.
But calm down, it's not like me when it gets hot. It's bullshit about the outlet. I don't even have a theory, I just leave it to my emotions to twitch. There must be no such thing as being upset by such clichés.
Inhaling his breath and forcing the overflowing anger to suppress him, he took his wallet out of his trouser pocket. He then pulled out the card keys and cash cards of the apartment one at a time and threw them away towards foster care.
The nursery that was staring at me rushes to take the card thrown at me.
"It's my apartment key and my bank cash card. Never lose your keys. It costs a lot of money to make a key. That and that cash card were made to give to you. Spend that money on transportation, research, and all other necessary expenses."
He holds two cards with his hands and speaks in a pale tone throughout the interior staring at me in a dazed manner.
"I called you in to get you to investigate the circumstances of a certain person. From now on, I'll have you come to this city even if I have to. And..."
My eyes narrowed softly, and my body trembled inside.
"You're so frustrating right now. Besides, that defiant attitude needs to be corrected. In other words, I decided I needed to retool. Be prepared."
The light returned to my eyes in the foster care when I heard my words.
"... for the first time I've been told I'm frustrated"
The nursery dyed her pop cheeks peachy, yes, she groaned.
The time is around 5 pm. The sun is completely twilight and the street lights set on the edge of the road shine brilliantly.
I can't help but worry about the hot exhalation in my ear, which is why I'm headed to the apartment with my foster care on my back.
"Hey Reichung, just now hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. I'm not excited about this exposure."
"Yes, because..."
During the foster care being carried by me, I raise my lips to my ear and a sweet cat voice. A hot exhale that is sprayed in your ear with it.
The body temperature coming from the hand supporting the thighs in the foster care is also quite hot. Apparently quite excited.
Nevertheless, I didn't make you take off your clothes in particular either. I'm simply not wearing underwear.
It's on my back, inside with my crotch open. In other words, if you bend over slightly from the back of the foster care, you will say that you can see the packed open female genitals and anus in full view. And while my thighs are fixed, I can't close my crotch or hide them because I'm turning my hands around my neck.
Normally, it would be quite embarrassing, but if you put a heavy weight on the exposure and put it in a conditioned foster home, it should be too sweet exposure.
Besides, even though the street lights are lit up the road on a little bit, you wouldn't know it if it wasn't quite close at the present time when the sun went down.
That's the only way you don't have to worry about finding out first, unless you stick around perfectly behind your foster care, bend over and peek inside your skirt.
Yet every time I'm different from a student returning from a club or a passerby on my way home, I freak out and tremble on my back inside.
The development of the sexy zone seems to be progressing in the two years it has been abandoned, but has it weakened its resistance to exposure?
"You, haven't you been exposed lately?
"Ugh, yeah, I'm doing what I'm doing. I can't seem to find it."
"You must be freaking out for that."
"Because... you can do it yourself or Mr. Castle Island can make you do it, but, you know, it's different..."
Inside answering my question with a strangely embarrassing voice.
Does exposure itself continue to be similar to the development of the flesh? Shame is not the norm for that. I mean, I didn't feel so ashamed when I unloaded my underwear in the back alley of Arcade Street or when I tried to take my uniform off on the beast road in the woods behind high school.
"Mr. Castle Island?
Raise your voice to me when I stop and I feel anxious in foster care.
I don't know what it's like to be in foster care with it on my back. You should try this before you give it a full exposure.
Looking around and walking to the near-field pole, he turned his back towards the walls of the house and knelt down to the spot to unload the foster care.
"Ki, Mr. Castle Island? Huh? What? What are you gonna do?
Clearly upset in foster care. Standing up and looking back, the foster child with his hand on the pole is looking up at me with tears as he quivered his knees.
Can't you stand properly yet? But I feel like I'm not the only one shaking because of fatigue.
As he looks around and guards himself, he keeps his back in his walls and shrinks.
Weird. It looks inside, but it's too different from what I know.
Reaching out softly, the freaking shivering foster child shook his bright red face to the side in full, tears in his eyes so much that he was about to cry out now that he made his mouth a letter to.
What is this? What the hell is this trick? This is like the reaction of an innocent girl who has never been exposed.
"Oh, wait, please, wait. Oh, my God, prepare yourselves.
He changed the direction of his hand, which he extended toward the foster care, and poked his hand into his skirt.
A slutty water noise that sounds couture. I opened my eyes and trembled inside. Dirty mucus passing through my thighs.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."
stroke the female genitals that are too drooling to collect with her index fingers and rub up the pubic nuclei as they are.
As soon as his fingertips touched the pubic nucleus, which erected to its limit, the foster care, which held his mouth with both hands, was frightened and spasmodic by meditating on his eyes.
As the thread-drawing mucus drips down to the potato and ground, it squirts a pussy tide, forming a black stain all at once on the ground.
Knees gushing and trembling by the unusual. Full and shaken neck. A colored eye staring at me like a beggar.
When I realized, one of my things was swelling to the limit.
This is... this is really worth the trouble.
Take your hands off your skirt and extend your hands into foster care. I saw that. Looks like the foster school tried to escape, but it's not in a very decent state to move. Besides, he leaned toward the pole side, thus completely losing his escape.
Take your hands off your mouth, inside hiding your chest with those hands. You seem to know what you're going to do.
When I gave those two hands away, I unbuttoned my coat and went on to unbuttoning the blazer and blouse as well.
I stopped resisting. It's inside, but he's still waving his neck sideways with his mouth as a letter to me, staring at me in tears.
I ignored the inside of it and finished removing all the buttons, stripping the coat and blazer, and the blouse.
At that moment, Satsu's nursery, covered with both hands, looks around firmly with a bright red face.
Grabbing the luxurious shoulders inside of it and forcing him to turn his back, he took out one of his erect pieces down the zipper of his trousers to the limit.
"Hands on the wall. No one is here now. If you don't want to find him, just do as I say."
During the upper-body naked foster care, he listened to me and showed a momentary hesitation in his bare gesture, but when he bent forward, he put one hand on the wall and stuck his ass out.
"Two hands, hands on the wall."
Roll up your skirt and order inside as you tap your exposed white ass with your pettine.
Inside with one hand on the wall, but the other hand covered the exposed breast.
"Can't you hear me? I'm saying put your hands on the wall."
Beat him in the ass with a petin and command him again. But he just shakes his head silently and doesn't try to follow orders.
A frizzy chill rushes up my spine, remembering the frustration.
"Chip, it's an unusable meat potty. Tighten the hole at most."
Yes, he threw it away and pointed one tip at his anus, sticking his hips out at once.
"Huh!? Huh!?
Do you even call it a non-voiceless scream? What I hear is like a slight groan, but it conveys sadder thoughts than shouting poorly.
Besides, anal tightness is not the norm. The inconsistency is that it is easy for spilling intestinal fluid to be inserted while tightening so tightly that one object may be cut into a thousand pieces.
"Hmm, not bad."
Grabbing a white ass bump with one hand and hitting that white ass flat with a batin with the other hand grabs a gassy ass bump.
And I pulled a zurli and one thing out of my tightening anus.
"No, no, no, no."
A freaking hip-cramped foster care moves his breast-covered hand to his mouth slightly, desperately suppressing his voice. My dewy breasts began to shake violently as my hips moved because of it.
It's still going to collapse inside, but I can't even collapse because my buttocks are grabbed tight by me. There's no way I can resist or anything, I just get hipped and cramped.
Continuously gushing tides are pounding on the ground, raising the splash.
Being obsessed and waving my hips, I was driven by the urge to grab the butt of my foster care with a gushing ejaculation and give myself up to pleasure as it was and exhale my desire. But when what happened in the warehouse passed the back of his brain and stomped at the inches, he grinned.
We were going to expose him on the street and try a whispering attack. But I almost forgot how well it was.
As he sticks his hips out and inserts one thing to his roots, he releases his hands from his buttocks, bends himself and covers himself inside. He then grabbed the two breasts with both hands and rubbed them against his ears inside.
"In foster care, you are subtly adorable"
"Ahhh!? Bullshit!"
He was desperately killing his voice inside, but when the little bird whispered because he was poked at his will, he resented and looked at me sideways. And he answered so as to let go of his hand, which was covering his mouth, and moan.
Satisfied to see it, I pick my nipples with my fingers as I rub my breasts and twist up that tight, elastic nipple. And I started waving my hips in momentum.
Sounding dirty water sounds and voiceless screams. And the more I poked, the tighter the hole in the meat, the more I let out my desire.
Immerse your breath in the aftermath of pleasure absurdly, pulling through one thing with a zurli. Inside collapsing with cheats at the same time.
The foster care, which collapsed to the ground as if to do a dungeon, is freaking his ass out and cramping with his pocky open anus exposed. And leaked chorocholo and piss, overflowing gobbly and cloudy mucus from the open anus.
"Uhm, not bad"
So grunted. My butt in foster care suddenly jumped bizarrely, as if to react to my words.