"Ki, Mr. Castle Island... I can't do this anymore... ooh"
In the middle of freaking out and cramping his hips, he's squeezing my jacket with both hands tight and looking up at my face with tears.
Reddish cheeks and hot and rough exhales. The massive amount of mucus transmitting the thighs had dripped potatoes on the floor in that excessive amount.
The vibrating sound you hear is the sound of a train driving. Mixed with it, a small whisper rises intermittently.
We were on the train, and we're on our way to a shopping mall in the next city.
A limited confined space called a train can be described as a great environment for exposure instruction. Besides, there's inside now. A great opportunity to use this inside to let Makoto Ogasawara know what exposure is. You won't have a hand in missing that.
Me keeping my back on the corner wall of the vehicle and the foster care clinging to that me from the front. And Makoto Ogasawara standing tall with that foster child.
In the lower height, Makoto Ogasawara becomes a wall, making it difficult to see from the surrounding view. As a result, some bold exposure was also possible.
A dark brown blazer jacket with buttons removed and a white blouse with buttons removed and kicked in the skin as well.
It is no exaggeration to say that foster care is almost half naked because of those clothes that are heavily skin-kicked in the front opening.
By the way, Makoto Ogasawara has the coat that Inaka wore.
Grab the exposed breast with your left hand and squeeze your fingers around the erect peach nipples on its tip. At the same time, he is stubbornly twisting around the pubic nucleus with his right hand finger inserted into his skirt, which has erected to its limits again.
"Ma, mah - yㇰ - Ah"
A slightly audible whisper and a blurb and trembling body. During foster care immersed in the aftermath of pleasure with vain eyes, salivation drips from the edges of the lips to leak a hot exhale.
With some resistance to pleasure and resistance to exposure, foster care wears a rubber that kills and peaks the voice. But it's not like I can break my comfort. It is only killing and enduring voices, and on the contrary, the pleasure will be increased by putting yourself in an environment where you cannot speak up.
Now that enough has passed on the train, foster care has already reached its peak about six times.
The force fell all the way out of my hands grabbing my jacket, and it was immediately critical and powerful. I guess the wave of comfort began to push towards the next peak. Anyway, my hands and fingers continue to irritate my breasts, nipples, and my pubic nuclei without resting.
The crackling and trembling knee is going to break even now, but in a state where you have managed to avoid falling apart because of what you see in me. I was hoping I couldn't do it anymore, but this is where the real deal starts.
"Hey, Mr. Castle Island. - Please, please. - I'm really at my limit. - Put Mr. Castle Island's in your butt."
In the nursery where I clawed ahead, I whispered and begged him to put his lips in my ear.
I don't think so. You didn't want me to stop, you wanted me in. That's a good place to be rude, like giving me orders. But it's about time. I guess I can't contain the desire that springs up in my first exposure tutorial in a long time, either, in foster care.
Besides, we have to give consideration for the performance that happened on the street earlier.
If we achieve results, we give them a price commensurate with that. Whether they're children or adults, giving them candy and whips to manipulate the hearts and minds is the basics in the basics. However, it is also necessary to change the proportion and frequency according to the target.
Turn your gaze forward as you hear the plea in foster care. Makoto Ogasawara, standing with his back to his foster care, or back to me, doesn't try to look at this one at all. But his ears were red as they burned.
I guess he's blushing his ears and listening.
Ogasawara, turn around.
When ordered to do so in a low voice, Makoto Ogasawara reacts with a piqun. But I don't want to move.
"Ogasawara, can't you hear me? I'm telling you to turn around."
There's no reason you haven't heard me. He's responding with a voice from me now.
I became a wall player and the status quo where I can't get anything done. Yet you don't want to see the whole interior continue to peak at being given candy. I mean jealous.
"Ogasawara"
"Yes..."
Makoto Ogasawara, who responded small to the third call, slowly turned his body.
Black, big eyes are shaking and praising tears in their eyes. And the mouth that bit my lower lip and became a letter to. You look obviously jealous, but that doesn't seem to be all.
Senior Rikanaka did a good thing. That's why I'm getting rewards. I just did the mane of Senior Foster Chung. That's why I don't get a reward. Probably thinking about that.
It's dangerous to incite too much jealousy, but I need to tell you what the reward would be if you were praised.
What happens if you work hard? Rub that clear vision into Makoto Ogasawara using foster care.
"Ogasawara, pull the stick out of Senior Rikanaka's ass"
Release your hands from the breasts in foster care and command Makoto Ogasawara as you poke your fingers into the mouth that drowned of covetousness.
The nursery, with his finger stuck in his mouth, tangled his tongue in his finger and sucked it with his cum.
This tongue movement and sucking condition. Speaking of which, you didn't let him squash one thing. Feratek in foster care belonged to the inside. We need to see how much that has evolved in two years of months.
Well, should I check it out later?
Something is moving for Makoto Ogasawara, but he seems to have been completely switched off by me. I can't even feel the margin for noticing Makoto Ogasawara or any other fine dust, and I'm looking for desire as my instincts go. Then I'll give it to you.
"Ko, are you pulling it out here? Hih, people will find me..."
Makoto Ogasawara, who sees his surroundings flickering on the side, has asked so with a trembling whisper. Obviously showing a rebellious attitude.
Nevertheless, there is certainly a high risk that people will find it. But it is now an unexpected development. Probably very hard to expose where I worked some dirty behavior inside.
Shortly after I got on the train, I got eyes on some male passengers. Soitz and the others looked away from me like they were all in a hurry, and they looked at me with a flicker.
Neither Rikanaka nor Makoto Ogasawara took me.
It's awesome, but apparently she thinks of me as a woman. Besides, he seems pretty conscious, so maybe he's showing up as a preferred type of woman.
With Masaki Ogasawara and Rikanaka together, it's complicated that I'm the first to get noticed.
Sure, I'm putting a trick on it, but it's weird that that's all they recognize as a woman. Don't you guys have rotten eyes? It's normal for a man with long hair. And yet, dammit, I'm the kind of guy who wants to be seen manly one way or the other.
But as it stands, it's convenient. Even if you go into somewhat daring behavior, you wouldn't normally even think about it, such as encouraging indecent behavior between women. Even if we find out somewhat, they're likely to think that the friendly women are just a little over-skinned with each other. Besides, there's also a wall player.
Until now, I had nothing but aversion to women's clothing, but I could tell that it was convenient to dress up as a woman after tutoring her. Full women's clothing may allow for even bolder exposure tutoring.
Do you want to try it once in a while?
But you only have to think about that once you arrive at the mall. The first prerequisite is to rub Makoto Ogasawara's thirst and desire for reward.
"Just do it. Slowly, carefully, carefully, and then pull yourself out the way you want to be."
Makoto Ogasawara, with his eyes swimming in my words, distracted himself from me. I guess I'm still uncomfortable with the only good thoughts inside.
That's fine. It is also necessary to put on the table the emotion that if you are unhappy, you are unhappy. The thought of not wanting to lose. The desire to be praised. Because that's what makes it more autonomous.
On the other hand, the nursery is freaking out and cramping with a hot exhale and a slight whisper as he gets his pubic nucleus rubbed with his fingers from me.
Potatoes and love liquid dripping on the floor. The amount of love fluid that is conveying the inner thigh is not half the same. If Makoto Ogasawara hadn't been a wall actor, other passengers would surely have noticed.
No, maybe some passengers are uncomfortable. The fragrance of incense emanating from foster care was beginning to drift around.
But don't worry about that, he tangled his tongue in my finger that got stuck in his mouth, and he was obsessed with foster care. Those tinted eyes seem to be staring at me, out of focus. You seem to be diving into a completely different world. Still, I can tell you are killing your voice.
"Wow, I get it. So, but, um... just one thing, okay?
Makoto Ogasawara, who is dyeing his cheeks and making his mouth a letter to, stares at me with a cup of tears in his big black eyes. No, I don't think he's going to stare. The emotions and desires that gush appear on your face.
"Say it."
Staring back into Makoto Ogasawara's eyes like that, I urge him not to break his spare-stained attitude only.
"But if you work hard, I, too, that... do you get it?
Makoto Ogasawara dyes his peach cheeks in a peach color with pulls and tremors and utters words intermittently.
I was wondering what you could do? Where and what and how do you want it. I should have let you say that much, but on the train that would just be too high a hurdle. I would say it at my leisure if I were inside.
"Whatever, if you live up to my expectations..."
That's what I said and laughed niggly. I picked my tongue out with a finger sticking in my mouth while I was in foster care, pulling my finger out and dragging that tongue out at the same time.
Sleepy tongue out and keep cramping inside. It's so icky that I don't know how many times it's been extinct anymore.
"I'll reward you enough to look like this"
In foster care, swallowed by the vortex of pleasure, blurring consciousness. Makoto Ogasawara stares into foster care with an enviable eye when he sees his undistorted face distorted by the pleasure inside.
But as soon as he tightened his expression, he nodded cocoonly.
The corner on the train, me standing on that wall, and the foster care that's snuggling up to me. And Makoto Ogasawara sticks perfectly behind the inside of it. The hand of Makoto Ogasawara was stretched out into a skirt in foster care.
"Huh!?
Suddenly, when he couldn't understand the situation, he opened his eyes with his finger pulled out of me.
The violently swinging eyes are a true sign of being upset.
Makoto Ogasawara's arm is slowly pulled. Along with that, my fostered knee shivers in a gut.
Anal stick pulled out carefully and slowly so that there is no sound. It doesn't seem to me that a sphere with as many ping-pong balls would be ejected, but if I saw that the hips in the foster care would spasm intensely at regular intervals, I could know the rhythm in which the sphere would be ejected.
Burroughly, the body in foster care trembles, and Makoto Ogasawara corrects his posture. There was an anal stick in his hand that was lukewarm and teka by intestinal fluid. Makoto Ogasawara pressing it against his chest to hide it from being found around him.
"All right, Ogasawara, hold him in foster care. You can help Senior Reichung feel better."
Having removed my finger from the tongue of the foster care, I said so, inverting the body of the foster care and turning it back towards Makoto Ogasawara.
Skin kicked blazer or blouse at front opening. White, well-shaped breasts exposed because of it. And an erect peach nipple at its apex.
In the midst of being overwhelmed and losing his thinking, and not swallowing the situation, it appeared that Makoto Ogasawara had broken his knee.
"In foster care, it would be hard to just enjoy yourself, wouldn't it? Love your juniors."
That's what I said. When I rolled the skirt in foster care that was turning my back on me, I poked my finger into my open anus. And scratch around the interior.
"Phew!? Hmmm!?
Foster caregivers who don't know what's happening to them suddenly leak their voices out of pleasure from their visiting anus.
Looking sideways at Chirali and the surroundings, several passengers were looking at this one. However, due to the fact that Makoto Ogasawara is on the wall, it is not possible to see how he is in foster care.
Until now, when it came to discipline on the train, it was enough to wear a sexy belt, and when it was more than that, it was too risky. But having a wall player increases the breadth of the act considerably. Still, the risk is great, but it's the risk that doubles the pleasure. This is the flavor of exposure and the stage where Rikanaka unfortunately demonstrates its true value.
"Hey Reichung, don't just fuck yourself. Love your juniors. It would be the seniors' job to take care of their juniors."
That's what I said, pulled out the finger I was poking into my anus, and I unzipped my pants and took one out.
One thing I've been trying to recover from since last night has already been refilled and inflated to its limits. You should be able to take four more shots today.
Reacting to my words, the nursery moves out.
"Huh."
Makoto Ogasawara stifles his face with his cheeks dyed. Both hands in the foster care broke into Makoto Ogasawara's uniform. And Rikanaka started rubbing Makoto Ogasawara's breasts. That's when Makoto Ogasawara changed his eyesight.
Minaka Ogasawara is keeping her body close to falling into Makoto Ogasawara. Makoto Ogasawara's hand broke into the skirt.
"Ugh."
Probably made him touch his finger in the pubic nucleus. The slightly murmured foster child, whose slight voice was back to back, freaked and spasmodically spasmed his ass. Apparently, it was lightly extinct.
Seniors who refused to let their juniors go crazy would be shapeless if this happened.
When I grabbed the most swollen thing, I grabbed the white ass that was curled up and exposed, I lowered the tip of the one I was gripping and aimed it at the anus in foster care. And stick your hips out at once.
One object inserted with a zuzzly, obscene sound was swallowed up to the cheats and roots at once to be dragged in.
"Ah-i-i ㇰ eh"
Inside how he was invited to a fierce peak just by insertion, but he still eats his voice to the minimum. But the body doesn't seem to.
He was gushing his knees like a newborn deer, spurting the tide out pussy.
At the same time, Masaru Ogasawara is rubbing his pubic nucleus. It is the junior who is blamed from behind and before, and also blamed from before. If you get sloppy, you'll expose the whole story to your juniors.
Makoto Ogasawara, who is rubbing his breasts from a foster home in such a state, stares sideways at the foster home, but still roughs his breath. When I lowered my gaze wondering what was wrong, my hands in foster care, one of which was supposed to be rubbing Makoto Ogasawara's breasts, had been pulled out of my uniform and poked inside Makoto Ogasawara's skirt.
That's right, senior, I didn't know you were going to fight back in this situation.
However, there is no reason for Rikanaka to concentrate solely on Makoto Ogasawara. Anyway, they're blaming me for the anus from behind.
The anus in foster care, which tightens one of my things up more than usual, is in the best condition I've ever used, because I'm being blamed for the pubic nucleus by Makoto Ogasawara. Don't get sick with this tightness.
While I'm using one meat potty, it's not too bad to stimulate the sexy band of the meat potty in use in the remaining meat potty.
"ㇶa-ㇶa"
I pull through one thing with Zuluri thinking about it. Inside massively cramped with a slight whisper by it. And a tide that erupts well in momentum.
If they spray too much tide, they make noise when they fall to the floor. To stop it, I took off my jacket and threw it on the floor.
A foot in foster care, shoulder-width apart, and a tide gushing from it, comes down on my jacket falling on the floor with a flicker.
"Mm-hmm. Huh."
Makoto Ogasawara, who was staring at him in foster care, couldn't afford to stare anymore, or he seemed desperately comfortable by meditating his eyes and chewing his lower lip with his eyebrow roots. Its cheeks stain bright red, and its exhalation becomes hot and intense in seconds.
Proof that the summit is near. But like in foster care when he was calm, he didn't want his senior to drive him crazy. Rather than that, Makoto Ogasawara has a verse that he doesn't really know about the peak. He described it as freaking out.
It will also be necessary to teach about the peak in turn.
But for now...
"Let me set off, inside."
I grabbed the buttocks in the foster care with both hands, and I started waving my hips, taking care not to be distracted by the surroundings.
"Ahhh ㇰuhh"
The freaking and severely cramped foster care raises a small, voiceless scream.
"Uh-huh."
Fitted with the screams inside, Makoto Ogasawara freaked out and cramped.
I can see Makoto Ogasawara's breasts rubbing in the foster care being grasped even over her jacket. They're probably picking nipples with their fingers. That nipple may have been crushed with the summit in foster care.
And the hand in foster care, which was poked inside the skirt of Makoto Ogasawara, was also shaking with a blurb to match the peak. This one could also have been picked out of the pubic nucleus with his fingers.
I guess I can't afford to pay attention to Makoto Ogasawara during foster care, which is at its peak in grandeur. That's probably why he relentlessly puts his strength into the breasts, nipples, and pubic nuclei he's grabbing.
Normally, I would distort my face to pain or scream. But Makoto Ogasawara was desperate to endure. You think you have to, too, because foster care doesn't raise your voice.
As I shook my hips for a while and slapped them against my foster ass, I indulged in exquisite butt-holes and exhaled my desire into that intestine.
Even if my hips stop moving, I'm still in foster care that keeps cramping.
You totally flew out of consciousness, and I almost collapsed with Zuluri. Makoto Ogasawara hugs all over it.
Makoto Ogasawara, who is barely breathing and dyeing her cheeks bright red, eats and ties her teeth tight as she stares into her cuddled foster care. It wasn't hatred that was in its eyes, it seemed like a sense of confrontation.
He probably recognized that foster care was a trusted senior and at the same time a competitor. Hatred doesn't appear up front, I guess, because as of yesterday I grasped the character of a person named Foster Chung and had a sense of respect and trust.
Besides, Inner Chung was rewarded because Inner Chung achieved results. This is nothing more than because Makoto Ogasawara understands that it is a mistake to resent foster care.
Refreshing, I pulled one thing out of the anus of a foster home. The moment all of that was spit out, I was forced to flip my body in foster care.
"Ogasawara, plug him into a sloppy, pocky hole"
I command Makoto Ogasawara to do so, holding Michinaka, who is now about to collapse. Makoto Ogasawara, whose breath was rough as he dyed his face bright red, nodded cocoonly and extended his right hand to his waist. And roll up the uniform. Then an anal stick handle appeared that was placed on the waist part of the skirt.
Grabbing that handle, the pulled out Makoto Ogasawara pointed his anal stick tip in his right hand to his anus and poked it in as he rolled up his skirt in foster care with his left hand, even though his breath was rough.
"Huh."
The nursery period, which kept cramping on me, opened my eyes and opened my mouth as I raised my face vigorously at the same time as an anal stick was inserted into my anus. From the edge of its lips is dripping saliva.
What a dumb, sloppy face. Sounds like salmon spawning.
"Foster, what are you gonna do when you're done? You don't get it unless you tell me? You lost your performance, too."
Inserted anal sticks again in the anus by Makoto Ogasawara and given even more pleasure shortly after immersion in the peak finish, the foster care is in a complete state of suspension of thought.
When I scolded him inside like that, his eyes stared at me as he was losing light.
As far as those eyes are concerned, consciousness looks completely flying.
But when he moved out, he took out the handkerchief as he put his blubber and trembling hand into the blazer's pocket. And start wiping one of my exposed things.
It took a little while because of the unscrupulous movement, but when I finished wiping one thing, the foster care lifted the zipper as I put one of my things in my pants.
"Oh, thank you...... thank you"
And as he looked up at me, Rikanaka, who laughed at me with her lost light eyes, thanked me with a trembling voice.
Makoto Ogasawara staring at the state of it. From that sharp glance, I felt the will to try to remember everything without leaking every step of my life in foster care.
When the train stopped at the station of interest and turned my hand to the hips of a quiet foster home, I stepped off the train supporting a foster home that I could not walk on my own. Makoto Ogasawara follows me behind that.
When he looked behind him with a chill on his side, Makoto Ogasawara, staring at his back in foster care, was squeezing his hand hard as he bit his lower lip.
Pretty stirred up. It must have been quite a pleasure.
In that case, Makoto Ogasawara will surely run wild. He wants me to admit that he runs more radical than he needs to.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom for a second"
Yes, I spoke behind my back, and I went to the toilet with a distracted nursery.
I just tinkered my hair, but my surroundings seem to think of me as a woman. It is impossible to respond quickly because of that and the fact that we have a foster home in which consciousness is flying.
If this makes a scene by bringing foster care into the men's toilet, I can't deal with it. If that happens, it will be out of tune.
I went to the ladies' room to avoid it.
When I walked into the bathroom, I was different from some women, but I didn't look particularly surprised when I looked at me, although I would look surprised when I saw a quiet foster home.
Do they still think it's a woman? Don't hurt this plain, even though I'm not dressed as a woman.
I walked into a private room in the ladies' room and when I sat in the western toilet seat, I slapped my cheeks with a petite.
"Hmm?
That brings me back to consciousness, but I don't see a reaction just staring at me. Perhaps the memory is flying. You don't even understand that I'm in the toilet at the station.
"In foster care, listen carefully. I stirred up Ogasawara for a long time. Perhaps he will go into abrupt action. But if he doesn't push his back so hard, he won't be able to move voluntarily. In that sense, it's roughly on schedule."
He's not snorting at my words, he's sneering at me. Because his ability to remember is considerable, even in this state, he will be firmly engraved into his memory.
"If I tell Ogasawara to stop, he'll be confused. And I'm stuck. So I try not to deter him. That's why you are. It's your turn from here on out. Show me what you're good at. Release your spirit while successfully guiding Ogasawara, and be careful not to overdo it. You got it?
When I said that, I nodded slightly in a grumpy foster care.
All right, now you'll be fine. All you have to do is wait for your recovery while you're in foster care and then head to the mall.
Thought so, but foster care recovered to full speed in minutes of things. As always, only resilience is amazing.