"Here, let's see...?
An unfamiliar hand lets visitors take their breasts off both sides.
I have a huge cock in my chest and chest. [M]
I was sitting on the couch with a meat stick for a visit. [M]
The visitor, kneeling on the floor, is stretching his spine and pressing his chest against its meat stick.
I was likely to ejaculate fully under the current condition alone.
But this place is much more patient.
The soft hills of visitation envelop my meat bars.
"Ah, ah..."
It looked like electricity ran into the spinal cord.
The more the brain weather hurts, the more irritation it sends all over the body.
"Duh, what do I do?
He asks me to come and stay with his cock pinched with his chest.
I even forgot how to speak up. [M]
Seeing the arrival from the eyelids that only half flicker.
"Do you feel so good?
"Yes......"
"I'm glad to hear that."
So twinkly, the commute pushes my chest even further to my son.
Even my thick trunk of meat could have wrapped it all up if it was a fuzzy visiting chest.
But the tortoise head part is exposed.
"Ku, come and live... tiptoe... lick it"
When I somehow gave the instructions, the commute nodded.
Nod and at the same time crawl a tiny tongue to the turtle head.
"Hmm."
My hips jumped.
"Geez."
I can hear a short commute scream.
I suddenly pushed my cock out, so I'm surprised. [M]
"You feel good, don't you?
"Wow..."
When I pinch the meat stick with my chest again, the commute licks the tip.
Of course. And I try my best to stimulate you with a hardened tongue.
A sense of superiority and well-being blend into that healthy spirit of service.
"With boobs, look at me..."
"Like this?"
The visitor began to move his chest, which was pinched with meat bars from both sides, up and down.
Comfort strikes me that I don't think belongs in this world.
This is a great deal of mental pleasure, as well as physical pleasure.
"Mm, chu, achu, kuchi, npu"
Are you getting used to it? The tongue of the arrival moved faster.
And my chest moves up and down very quickly.
A pinched nipple moves up and down in front of me.
A sight done by a perfectly beautiful girl, just desperate to lead a man into ejaculation.
I would have been satisfied just to be seen.
But right now, I'm a party.
He's a man who's about to be led to ejaculation.
"Ah, ah, ah... come and live... looks good"
"Puppy, cuckoo, amuck, mmm... yes"
When I put my tongue away from my tortoise head, my visitor looks at me as he moves his chest.
And I said, "Let it shine."
"Hey, call me Mia"
"Ohhhh! Mia, Mia, Ik."
When I stood up, I grabbed my own meat stick. [M]
Suddenly, the arrival gives a bewildered look.
"Oh, Okaya, what am I supposed to do?
"Cover up, tiptoe!
"Huh? Oh, yeah... ahhh"
As he panicked, he came to the tortoise head.
I quickened my hand a lot and increased my ejaculation at once.
Magma-like chunks of comfort gathering in the middle of your hips.
"Ahhhhh"
And the magma forced the thin tube out into the street.
A stream of comfort broke out as if the dam had broken down.
My sons are released beyond the back in the mouth of a warm commute.
Consciousness blew away, thoughts blackened.
was sticking his hips forward as he thought, pushing a meat stick into his visiting mouth
"Mm-hmm."
I open my eyes and my visit gives me a startling look.
I coughed as I pulled a meat stick from my mouth to escape.
The residual semen is released into the face and chest of such a coughing visitor.
I rubbed and swelled my nostrils and drank something from my visit.
"Ngu... oh... surprised"
"... of... you drank?
Fatigue after ejaculation was starting to swirl through my body.
The aftertaste of pleasure draws a long aftertaste, but the area around the waist gets dally at once.
The tears flowing through my hands were soaked with the back of my hand.
"'Cause I'm gonna put it in my mouth... oh... it's on my cheek too"
The visiting cheeks were covered with cloudy liquid.
And the semen was jumping just around the center of that huge chest as well.
It was sticky and did not drip by gravity.
"Sorry...... come and live"
"Why are you apologizing?
The visitor asked as he muddled the semen on his cheek with his fingertips.
"It felt good, didn't it?
"Oh yeah... I didn't know you'd drink it"
"Isn't that what this is about?
Apparently, visitation has only minimal knowledge of sexuality.
They put it in my mouth, so I guess I drank it as it was.
I didn't have the option to spit it out.
"Are you satisfied?
"Oh, oh..."
I was very satisfied.
A standing commute wiped his hands with a tissue, wiping the semen on his chest.
"So... do you want to go home"
Sprinkling, he smiled at his comeback leaving his upper body naked.
I nodded at such a visit.
"Oh yeah... let's go home"
And when we got dressed, the two of us went home.
Sometimes before the exam, the students are already home.
I did not meet with students from Terminal High School, either by bus or train.
I broke up with my visitor at Mikura Station, and I went home.
The next day.
The entire exam schedule was completed and after school.
I popped out of the classroom at the same time as the chime rang.
I went to the roof.
If the person who called in the visitation was a student at End Stuff High School, the exam would be over at the same time as mine.
Then it will mean coming to the rooftop.
I was supposed to go to the roof and hide before my visit. [M]
The top priority is to have the data erased.
That's why I don't appear as much as I can.
But he was going to show up without hesitation if his commute was likely to be dangerous.
There's no one on the open roof right now.
It's covered in gold nets, even a tiny basket coat.
During the lunch break, the focus is on the upper classmates.
When I went to the roof, I looked for a place where I might be able to hide.
There is a cabin called the machine room.
I don't know exactly what's going on in that cabin.
The cabin is adjacent to the gold net, so it looks like it can go up to the roof.
From there you can also see just the entrance to the roof.
Going up the gold net, I went up to the roof of the machine room.
Then he blushes to the point of discretion and turns his face towards the entrance.
I was in the mood to be the protagonist of a spy game.
Wait a while. Here comes the habitation.
He sprinkles his neck from left to right and checks for people.
"Come and live!"
And speak up.
Then he turned away and found me in the direction where his voice spoke.
I've got a strong smile on my face.
Today's visit tied my hair in two.
He looked younger than usual.
When he turned his back on me, his visit was relative to the entrance to the roof.
The photo is held in its hand.
Is it the man who's after the commute?
Or someone you didn't expect at all.
It's been about five minutes.
Slowly the rooftop door flickers.
Shoulder movements showed that the commute breathed heavily.
I was breathing at the same time.