Naked Keith is falling asleep on top of her bed.
I bury my face in the pillow, and sometimes I even raise my voice to "Oh ~".
The reason is simple, because I'm getting a massage.
It is Aisha who is doing it.
The only thing she's wearing right now is a white microbikini armor.
The rich but tight brown flesh had a good view of a white microbikini with little cloth area.
Aisha straddles Keith's leg and crouches her hips with her oiled hands! and pushing and rubbing with force.
"Why, I'm like this"
and overflowing with stupidity I don't know a few times today, but loosening my solidified spine with my thumb, Keith leaks a "cheeky" voice to that pleasant feeling.
If you ask me why Aisha is doing this, I'll come back an hour ago.
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At night, after the assignment, Aisha was ready for bed, lay down in bed and sighed small.
It's been thirteen days since Keith and I played made-up.
In the meantime Aisha has been avoiding Keith.
That day we continued to interact like Keith and the beast all day in one room of the hall.
Sleeping to faint several times along the way, Aisha eventually asked for Keith until the morning of the break was critical.
Keith is not Aisha. Aisha's got Keith.
That's Keith's porn maid, a simple rule that he said he would be rewarded if he served, and Keith told me many times that he had been knocked over by being called my own maid, my own Aisha.
When it was over and I headed to the mission, I was feeling well and refreshed to the satisfaction of being great, but over time,
"I could have done something terrible."
That made me feel like I was taking a break from Nia's class because Keith was ill, and it reached its peak.
It's definitely my fault. Because I asked Keith for all that.
Blue, I thought I'd go see him, but I knew there was a part out there that wasn't honest.
"No, I'm sorry Keith brought up such a punitive game when it comes to the original! I'm Ning Lo, the victim!
With such an unexplained twisted emotion, I stepped on two legs.
Besides, if you go to visit, it's about that Keith, whether he's sick or not, but he's definitely going to make fun of Aisha for saying, "You looked like a succubus."
Aisha wanted to scratch her head when she remembered herself with a fragrant voice saying "Please reward Aisha, my husband" at that time, because she didn't like it and couldn't easily go to Keith's visit.
Because of that thought, Nia said, "I want to go see you! When I said," I stopped shouting. When Nia goes, Aisha will go too. That's why I desperately stop going.
Nia cried and resented me in shame, but I felt more like I wanted to face Keith than that.
But I should have been so embarrassed, Aisha has been thinking about Keith all these days.
Is your body okay? How's your hips? And... wouldn't you hate yourself like that?
I wanted to die of self-loathing after it had passed when Keith had molested me and lewdly slutted me into thinking I had been tricked into taking ecstasy before.
But this time, there is some self-loathing, but I want more than that to destroy my body, and I'm really smoking what Keith would do if he was disgusted with me like that.
Of course it's about Keith. I naturally enjoy this situation, and I'm determined to tease you when I see you.
I'm here, in case it's too obscene for me.
Thinking of it that way, over time, the thought outweighed the embarrassment, and now I couldn't go see him with that fear.
"Keith's fool... why aren't you here to see me?"
Three days after I heard Keith had resumed classes in full swiftness, Aisha was so tired of her own femininity whining about it and being unable to do anything about it.
And I lay in bed again tonight, depressed - that's when "Concon" and the door were knocked.
Sound I'm used to hearing, time as usual.
A crying smile appeared on Aisha's face.
But I didn't want to be enlightened about it, so I shook my head and took a breath with a flashing look before opening the door.
There stood a familiar nigger face Keith, as usual.
"Evening."
In the face of wanting to hug Keith right now saying that in the same voice as usual,
"... what can I do for you"
Return it with a twisted voice as usual.
"I missed Aisha. Is it not convenient now?
"... you can't even stand here... get in"
Aisha was careful if she didn't look weird.
"I would have said. Say something when you come, huh!? Mm-hmm."
He was accidentally hugged from behind and kissed on his turned face.
Surprised, when Keith's face is at present and the taste of Keith's saliva spreads on his tongue, Aisha loses her temper to resist it as well as fine dust.
"Eh, chu... be, be, be, chu, chu... pu"
When the long oral mucosal twist was over, Aisha stared at Keith with her moist eyes,
"It's the first taste of Aisha in a long time..."
That's what they said. Aisha turned red in her face,
"You're not stupid...... oh, that day about to get bored"
I brought that day up from myself.
And Aisha noticed and stuffed the words, and Keith buried his face in her neck, as if he hadn't heard anything.
"I haven't smelled Aisha in a long time either...... good smell"
I was stuck in the tickle, but I didn't resist, like I always do.
No, I couldn't.
Keith holds me tight, kisses me, smells me.
It was like evidence that Keith didn't hate himself.
So I'm glad that I let myself go, but I don't think I'm like myself like this.
"Ya, stop!! Dog or you!!
When you say that and you pop it,
"Wow!!
Keith falls into bed exaggerating, whilst wazzing and stinking.
I thought it was an act at first, Aisha, but to Keith, who hasn't stood up for a while,
"Oh, hey... what's up?
Speak in horror. Then,
"Ko... my hips... now..."
"Huh!?
Aisha's face hardened to surprise, then turned blue.
Hips? Hips? See you now?
I couldn't have put that much effort into it. Yet.
But I've had enough back pain to sleep for ten days. It's not like I know what I'm going to do.
Aisha hurriedly approached Keith,
"Are you all right!! Yes, shall we call a doctor?!? Me, no healing magic! Keith!! Sorry!! Me"
"Koshi..."
"Huh?"
"Hip... rub it... that way"
"Come on, you're hips! You just have to rub your hips!! Ok!!
To Aisha, who says so and puts his hands on his hips,
"Wait... get dressed..."
"... what?
"There's a change of clothes in my bag..."
"... wait, why is there such a thing as an accident? And I can't figure out how much room I can afford to change."
"Uh-oh!! Hips ahhh!!
Keith looks at Aisha in a chill as she screams.
………
Now Aisha turns her white gaze on that wasp and stinking voice.
Keith, who saw it,
"Guaaaaa!! Aisha! My hips."
And I ask Chirali and Aisha again.
When I got here, all I could do was sigh.
I felt that feeling that I wanted to see you earlier, that I wanted you to hold me tight, rapidly cooling off. However,
"... where's the bag?
"Oh, there's a bag of paper up there, in there."
"... you look good"
"My hips!! Quadratus Lamborum!!!
"Where is it!!
Eventually it broke and Aisha takes the bag and heads to the bathroom.
When I opened the mouth of the bag with a sigh of relief,
"... what is this?
At the time I had the bag, I thought to myself, "You said get dressed, didn't you? I thought," but my cheeks were drawn to that less cloth area substitute.
Even soon I wanted to get out of the bathroom and complain to Keith, but then I decided to scream about my hips again, so I'd be patient and change into it.
White microbikini armor.
It is a new dish made exclusively for Aisha by Keith.
When I see myself in the mirror, I look so nasty and pathetic.
With pity, Keith asked for this look on himself, and when he thought he would desire it, it was a less than full look.
When I took a deep breath and then went back to the room, Keith was still lying in bed, but his eyes look at Aisha as a mess.
Its appearance shows white fabric on brown skin.
The top, which hides only the big breast nipples, gives you an extra round of the lower milk, and the bottom is so thin that it eats into the groin that it carelessly protects an important part of Aisha.
Excellent - that's what I was about to say and Keith hurried to his mouth.
Now I have to pretend my back hurts.
Even after you've healed your hips and enjoyed playing mats on your Nia opponents!
Otherwise, why don't you give Aisha a sexy massage!
Aisha's personality dictates that she refuses even if she asks me to play a massage normally.
Then I'll just have to put it to guilt.
But even that guilt shouldn't normally be brought up about that day.
Only, "Like it hurts. Is that it? I wonder why? You have to stab Aisha's heart with a thorn."
This is a new move that came to mind when Nia overflowed with tea and was able to play mats with its shame.
Until then, it was Keith who was honestly trying to embarrass Aisha with verbal blame.
Even though he seemed ashamed, he said, "I'm dressed!," he said, as he was about to erect in Aisha's appearance.
"Aisha ~, hips ~, fast ~"
Squeeze out your pitiful voice.
Aisha sighed and whined, "Why am I like this," but approached Keith and tried to get in bed and rub her hips, but now,
"Aisha... please let me take my clothes off"
"Oh??
"Not from the top of my clothes... I have to rub it naked ~"
"You can take it off yourself."
"My hips are oh!! Abdominal Ixternal Obleague is oh!!
"Okay! Because I get it!!
Spill it all over again and take Keith's jacket off.
I realized that I was terribly ashamed of my first act of taking off a man's clothes along the way.
When I take off my jacket and skin clothes and let my upper body be naked, I get embarrassed enough to make my ears red to the way I should always be looking at it.
Keith rushes "fast down there," knowing it.
"Ku," he breathed, but when he took off his belt and took off his pants, hesitating a little and then also took off his underwear, his non-combat penis appeared pompous.
Not erect, but black and grotesque. And Aisha turned away.
Keith almost laughs at the same uber reaction he says he's licking it around and letting it stick in his body.
Aisha tried to cross the leg area as she slowly lowered Keith's body like that.
Then Keith,
"There is massage oil in the bag, please use it."
That's what I said with my prawns as I buried my face in the pillow.
"... wouldn't it be too easy to prepare? Hey, man."
"... Koshiko..."
"............ ha"
Remove the natural oil in the bottle as told from Keith's bag.
The massage oil was the same substitute I used when I palpated Nia's body.
Once again he crossed Keith and applied oil to his hand, Aisha placed her hand on her hips and began to rub carefully.
Push your fingers toward your shoulders from your hips to your back.
I went to my shoulder and now I go back to my hips.
Push your fingers in the middle so that your hips squeeze and quit to the point where it doesn't hurt.
The position was constantly changed and care was taken not to rub only the same place.
Relax with your fingers somewhat, now with your palms! and weigh in and apply pressure.
Keith raised his voice to the feeling of the muscles being pushed in.
"Ya... aren't you good at yawning?
Aisha's massage was so good that she said that.
"My late father was suffering from an old wound to his lower back... and I remembered it while rubbing it"
While having that conversation, Aisha's fingers now began to relax her butt muscles.
"Fuho," he said as he pushed his big glutes apart with his palms and was able to put his thumb in a few times.
It feels so good that it seems like it could be taken away.
My hips are warming up.
Oh no! I'm seriously going to fall asleep!!
I think so. Aisha is riding herself in a horny outfit! Though I think.
Keith drowned on Aisha's pillow when he was pressured from his buttocks through the vicinity of his flank to his shoulder blade and felt like his fingers had entered the back of his shoulder blade.
Massage ghost or this elf!!
"Aisha + Massage = Danger"
Keith remembered this diagram, and now it's really time to fully spin his libido.
(Burn it! My libido!! Just a massage would satisfy me!!!
It was really Aisha's massage that I wanted to keep going all night when I left her alone, but it doesn't make sense if there's nothing horny going on.
The sensation of Aisha's crotch felt on the back of her leg and the pleasure of the massage are brain transformed into sexual stimulation and blood is collected in the cavernous body.
(Burt! It's stuck!!
Sniffing the smell of Aisha's pillow all over her chest, rubbing her penis unnoticed in the bed where her sweat should be stained.
Erected. He was crushed and erected in a painful position.
"Aisha......"
So speak up.
"Hmm? What's up?
Stop the massage hand and Aisha will listen back.
"I'd like a massage somewhere else, please."
"Bates?... Where?
Keith turned his body under Aisha.
Aisha looks down at Keith lying on her back with her hips up.
In that Keith's groin, he slendered like a fully erect penis poking up his fist toward heaven.
congesting the tortoise head red and black, showing Aisha her tingly moving erect penis.
"Massage here too, please"
It is Aisha who wanted to punch Keith in the face with a goo to laugh and say.