Is it a dream? When I got out of the bath, my beloved was masturbating. Both feet stretched with their faces buried in cotton cloth, bare feet visible from rolled kimonos are white, and the anklet sounds every time they bounce.

Sometimes you hear a leak and moan. A red face dyed to the ears on the right hand that moves. When I heard the name of my murmured self, I lost my critical reason.

"What's wrong with me?... Zhu Zhu"

"... ahh!! Nh!! Nh!!

Looking at the red stained eyes in astonishment, she draws open lips all over her head in an attempt to call her name.

"Nh, hah! Ah, nnh! Nnh!"

I am happy with my arms that naturally wrap around my neck. Tingling, squeaking, caressing the mouth with the tongue, swallowing saliva, the droplets leaking from the mouth became threads and fell into the chest decoration of the vermilion.

Drop your lips directly beneath your ears and slide down to your clavicle with your tongue.

"Nh!! Nh!!"

When I put my hands on my collar and stroked my thin shoulders, my kimono slipped down with a faint clatter.

"Ah! Ha, Kashi... no! Don't look...."

If you don't look, your nipples that learn pleasure will pinch upwards as you dye your eyes. The moment I was stirred up by the smelly tone, and buried my face in its soft skin again.

--------- Batan!! "That's it!!

Raham got in the way.