The Story of the Girls Who Came From Slime Massage

Tatsushi laid her hand on her crack from above her underwear.

"Ah!! Mmm..."

For a moment, I moved my hips in a vicious motion.

"I'm going to give you the most effective massage from here ~. It's also our most popular massage ~"

I say terrible bullshit, but now Lanel begins to accept the caress of Tatsushi without any doubt.

"Huh... Huh..."

Tatsushi turns his hand back and forth many times along the crack.

In time, a moist feeling was conveyed in Tatsushi's hands.

"Oh? Mr. Lannell, you have quite a lot of waste out there. Let's get more out of it, shall we?

Probably this type of bad masseuse calls love liquid waste. I feel sorry for Love Liquid at all.

Tatsushi stops her hand at the tip of her crack.

Even though I haven't seen it at all, I've massaged a lot of people to get a hold of the place.

Tatsushi pushed the point he found into it with his middle and pharmacopoeia fingers.

"Ahhh!! Mm-hmm!!

That's where Clitoris hides.

Even if it's not a direct bump, it doesn't make any difference if you rub it from the top and you feel it.

"Nice. There is also an increasing amount of waste."

Tatsushi was on a bed of slime and his hands were stuck inside her skirt from behind.

The point of confluence of the labia minoris with your right hand, around the clitoris. Large labia and thighs in your left hand.

Rub cleverly to turn with each one.

Bikun Bikun and sometimes shivering hips, Lanel feels.

But you don't think it's strange, or you don't think it is again, he/she doesn't say anything.

"Hmmm......"

"Oh, keep your voice out of my mind ~. You don't have to block it with your hands.

Lanel covered his mouth with his hand whether he had tried to suppress his voice, but it was soon removed by Tatsushi.

Keep your tentacles out of the bed slime and gently restrain your hands.

The best thing about restraint by slime would be that it never hurts no matter what.

Lanelle finally gave up putting up with her voice.

"Ahhhh... ahh"

He still keeps getting his groin area stuck by a tattoo.

Gradually the movement slowly became faster and more intense.

The man who was excited about the luxurious private room on the grounds of a sacred building called the Temple, but also about the situation in which the samurai of the Lord in that private room was doing obscene things, finally moves on to the final stage.

"What do you think? A direct massage will make you feel even better, okay?

"Ahem... please... I will..."

Lanel has little ability to think. The whole body was filled with the openness of a serious massage until just now and the sexiness of a dirty massage.

The erosion caused by them seemed to have even affected the brain.

"Don't put up with your voice, will you? I'll go."

"A"

Tatsushi rolled up his skirt further, to the point where he could see his underwear.

I don't see what they're doing to Lanel, who's in a crawling position on all fours.

Tatsushi leans over the edge with a cloth covering his secrets and gently lays his hands where the red beans are.

"Here, it's wet.

"Huh... ahh... don't say that... please don't... eh"

Tatsushi pushes cubs, cubs and beans.

Every time I push her, she cramps her hips.

"Massage, does it feel good?"

"Ahem...... yes! Very... ugh."

I'm assuming Lanel is still having a serious massage. Assuming you can get so much pleasure with a normal massage, that would feel good.

"I'm going to be so strong.

"Ha, yes...... ah...!! Mm-hmm! Mmm!... ah!... Ah! Huh! Ah..."

Tatsushi tried to make what had been intermittent, continuous.

Twitching and pleasure permeate her body.

I was just wondering if that pleasure had spread all over her lower abdomen.

Tatsushi pinched the beans with his fingers.