At once, the cheeks are narrowed and aspirated.
Jubble. And Mr. Ume pulled a meat stick out of his mouth just after a dirty noise.
"Yuck... this, yuck"
I don't think he's a novelist.
A tiny tiger aimed at prey that wets his mouth with saliva.
The room was quite cool but Mr. Ume was moist and sweaty.
"What to do... I'm pretty excited..."
Neither do I.
One stroke showed that pleasure beyond pleasure awaits.
I want more. I want more.
"Cute young man. Give me your hips up."
It was unconscious.
When I put my golden hair back on my ear, Ume can snap the meat stick again.
Naturally, you need to open your big mouth, but there's no fine dust to hesitate.
"Juju..."
and, sucking, invites a meat stick to the back of his mouth.
A paralyzing stimulus is twisted from the urethra to the whole body and converted to pleasure in the cerebral marrow.
It feels so scary, like it's undergoing fine electrical stimulation.
"Jiuuuuuuu, Jiuuuuu, Jiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Severe strokes were initiated.
Looks like he's headbanking while punking.
Ume's mouth felt so good.
Wet. Filled with soggy saliva, the meat stick hits the back of the cheek or the top of the mouth as well.
I spit out the air with my nose and turned around that I breathed it with my mouth.
I was not flattered, and I was trembling with pleasure as I held my fist.
Ume is happy to see how it goes.
"Nju, jju, apu, nju, jju, jju -"
Supin. And a meat stick is put out of my mouth.
"Ha... Ha... Ume..."
"Don't you have a voice for too much pleasure?
Mr. Ume laughs as he raises and lowers his shoulders wide.
Hiraki, and when I saw Mr. Truth, he was very red in the face.
One point. It's not good to keep looking at my meat stick.
"Mr. Truth?
And when I speak up, Mr. Truth groans as if he was angry.
Pretend your hands in front of your chest, and sweep your neck together.
"So, I can't."
I'm not asking for anything.
"No... the phone, it's ringing"
"Huh?"
Apparently, he was too focused on Ume's fellatio to realize it.
Mr. Truth picks up a cell phone in his pocket.
And with a bright red face, I looked at the screen.
"Sir... to..."
"Ah..."
My heart broke.
As I predicted the moment, Ume eats on the meat stick again.
"Jiuuuuuu..."
And, make a dirty noise and resume Fella.
I still saw the truth. [M]
"Chupu, Nchu...... Chupu, Achupu"
Mr. Ume intertwines his tongue and inspires him more than he did earlier.
"Wow, I... I'm leaving."
I'll tell you what, Mr. Truth stood up.
Then we go down the hall on a small run, where we answer the phone.
"Hello."
"Chuuuuu... chuuuu, chuuuu, chuuuu"
Mr. Ume follows Fella.
Continuous pleasure crawls up from the meat bars, lowering thoughts.
I listen to Mr. Truth on the phone, but that doesn't work either.
"Yeah... it is..."
"Chuppy, chuppy, chuppy... Appy, chuppy, chuppy"
Ferratio grew more intense.
With his hands on the floor, Ume puts his face up and down so that he can lay down his arms.
He seemed comfortable with the irritation from his mouth and his eyes were out of focus.
Rough breath leaks through my nose, shakes my pubic hair, and that makes me feel good again.
"The meeting, yeah... it's over... yeah... yeah..."
It's not the same when you ejaculate.
Mr. Truth's voice keeps quiet.
The meat rod adds even more solidity and goes into preparation for firing.
Mr. Ume, who sensed it, saw my face once he put a meat stick out of his mouth.
"You're about to come out, aren't you?
Grabbing a thick stick with your right hand creases up and down.
It was just a move to ejaculate already, leaving all of reason behind.
"Ah... Ume..."
"Fine, you can let it out..."
"Ah..."
A lump of pleasure at the waist.
Only assemble and wait when firing.
"So, my husband says he's going home without going on a business trip... so I'm going home"
Mr. Truth came back after finishing his call.
At the same time, Mr. Ume can snap my meat stick.
"Ah... get out"
"Nchuuuuuuuuuuuu -"
White light sparked in the back of my brain.
I'm opening my eyes, but I lose the information that comes into my sight for a moment.
Doppy cuckoo. And countless sperm released in momentum.
Mr. Ume aspirates with the momentum to suck out one left.
"So, see you..."
When Mr. Truth held his baggage, he ran down the hallway on a small run.
I tried to voice something on that back, but I couldn't think of anything.
The thought that was slow creeps slowly.
Mr. Truth returned to his husband.
My husband, who was supposed to have gone on a business trip, said he came back.
Was it simply discontinued? Or......
"Npu."
and Ume getting a meat stick out of her mouth.
I immediately take my mouth and try not to miss the semen.
And he grabbed my meat stick looking at the closed front door.
"Ha Ugh."
Surprise, look at Mr. Ume.
With a face that looked so lonely, Ume sipped the semen as she rang her throat.
"Nku......"
"Mr. Ume."
"Leave him alone. In the end, it's back to my husband."
Earlier, I was more shocked than when I could say no to Mr. Truth.
I'm staring at Mr. Ume.
The blonde college student snapped his gaze off as it lit up.
"I don't know... I'm not coming."
"Ah... Ume"
Licking his lips to shame, Mr. Ume tilts his little neck at the top of his head.
"Umeka... call me... right?
When I woke up, I grabbed Umeka's shoulder with momentum.
"Umeka."
And when I push it down to the floor without getting my hair in, I get a horse ride on top of it.
Fantastically flickering golden hair.
A young novelist staring into my eyes with moist eyes.
Something honorable besides desire was on that look.
Are you pitying me? Do you feel sorry for me? [M]
"Come on. I'll take it all."
"... damn"
Almost abandoned myself, I pressed my face against Umeka's chest.
"Young man... you're really young... he's cute"
The voice was mixed with something else like sympathy and loneliness.