Hero Manufacturing Machine ~A Job to Make Children~

I have let my mother touch the young children who still miss her, but I have never let them touch the boys who know the difference.

The brassiere was stripped from the abundant breasts overflowing with maternity, and the boys rubbed, licked, inhaled, and played with whatever they liked.

"......!

Anezalya desperately resisted the stimulus, at least not leaking her voice.

That was the only resistance she had.

"Wow... Sister's boobs are so soft..."

"Sister's boobs are delicious."

"Sister's boobs are amazing."

After such a dreamy time, one of the boys said this.

"Hey, if your boobs are so big, wouldn't you be able to pinch them?

"I didn't realize... you were still a genius."

"Do it, stop it!

Ignoring the Anessalya's deterrence, one of the boys sandwiches his own into the white, soft hills and begins to treat it.

"How does it feel?

"Yeah, Sister's boobs are so warm, soft and awesome."

"Stop it! Aren't you ashamed to do this?

It was Anezalya who kept pressing him for restraint, but his actions ended in prison.

And then...

"Get out! Get out! White pee-pee coming out!

"That's good! Put a white pee-pee on Sister's cheeky face!!

The boy who was watching stood tall.

And then...

Bubbububububububububububububububububububub!!

A hot cloudy liquid pouring relentlessly down Anessalya's face.

The only thing she could resist was closing her eyes and mouth.

Decorated (decorated) by semen emitting a cloudy, flickering smell of flowers of unclean nuns (Sisters).

Thus, they played with Anessalya's breasts all the way, and their interest shifted to the most important part where women were women.