48 Lesson 48
“Phew. Phew. Phew.”
A sweet groan mixed between rough breaths. Makoto, with a ball-like sweat all over her body, is blubbering and trembling as she eats and binds her teeth.
“So, I came out. Awesome. I can’t believe there was such a big thing in there…”
Shizuka Ogasawara, crouching on the floor, shrugged with a bright red face as she looked up at Makoto’s exposed anus, crouching on the toilet seat.
“Mm-hmm. Ha, ha. Shizuka, please, don’t look so hard.”
Makoto, who was sweating and groaning, shook his neck sideways with a crying face.
I guess I’m live while my sister sees me crazy and driven by so much shame that I want to escape. But you can’t be allowed to run any more than I am.
“Ahhh.”
Shizuka Ogasawara was relaxed when she talked to her, and the device that was peeking into her face returned to her anus softly.
“Oh, I pulled in”
Shizuka Ogasawara raises an unfortunate voice. The true harp on the other hand is, no, shaking his neck sideways, shaking when he blurts.
The device I was trying to pull out went back into my anus, and I think I feel comfortable. I have been observed by my sister and I am bored with shame.
Shizuka Ogasawara stares at Shizuka Makoto’s anus without worrying about that.
The breathless true harp closed the strands that were open and tried to hide the exposed breasts with his arms.
Is it so embarrassing? Then why don’t you be more shy?
“Makoto”
“Ha, ha, sorry”
Makoto, who trembled freaked when I raised his voice, lowered his arm trying to hide his breasts and opened his crotch to the limit with apologies.
“I can’t believe Makoto was such an eh…”
“Yes, don’t tell me…”
Makoto is just bored with shame at Shizuka Ogasawara’s whining staring between her strands open to the limit.
You’re good. Now Shizuka Ogasawara is telling me exactly what’s close to being here.
Moreover, from the gaze of Shizuka Ogasawara, who is crouching, I can see the embarrassing place of Makoto round. Being able to look up from the bottom is what drives shame. Positioning is perfect, too.
Koitsu, don’t be shy and enjoy watching your sister.
They play with my meat potty, but as it turns out, I’m enjoying it too, so let’s do it for the better.
The bright red crack visible between the strands, although thin and hairy, is not functioning at all in the sense of concealing it.
A water sound that sounds right. A thinly open crack of mucus overflowing from its crimson pot of meat dripped into the potty.
What child? Surely there’s nothing to deny in this Zama. The choice of words is also good inside.
“Makoto, come on. Get the equipment out of your anus. It would be easier for you to win now.”
Pretending to be irritated, I stirred up the true harp with some absurdity in my voice.
I’m not upset. I’m not even angry. On the contrary, I feel more uplifted than ever before.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
The teary-eyed true harp looked at me with his upper eyes as he lowered his brow butt with a bright red face.
That’s a really good look.
Looking at its true harp face, the frizzy chill ran up my spine, and one thing erected beyond its limits. They say if you get distracted, it’s going to end.
What a disgrace. This is it. This is what you can do.
Long, glossy dark hair and large eyes that tend to drool. And skin as smooth and fine as white magnet. Fleshy nudity that smashes such a decadent atmosphere.
Plenty of breasts and good fleshy buttocks, with soggy thighs. The thin, fragile hips opposite them that make you want to bump into each other are a mixture of clarity and lusciousness.
And the decision-maker is the appearance of weak eyes and childhood remaining. Those eyes and expressions, which look at me with their upper eyes as they peek into my mood, stir up my abusive heart.
The paradox that everything is terribly unbalanced, but that strikes the perfect balance.
As it is, if you remain that clear, slutty, mindless girl, this idiot is pushing through a lot, even though he doesn’t complain about one thing or another.
That finally makes me the girl I look like and I’m trembling with shame.
Makoto, dubbed a massage training, fitted into the measure, shamefully but gradually exposing himself to nudity and insanity. Sometimes I was exalted that I got the best of prey.
But at some point I was in a situation where I was babysitting my child, and I regretted why this had happened.
I can cry when I remember.
If you look at Makoto, who is now ashamed in front of you, such as the pain of those days, it’s worth it enough to forget it all.
So much so that the devastating power of the true harp today is terrific.
Neither that nor this is a little, no, pretty unconvincing that only with the presence of a fucking busy Tulpeta kid bitch. But you’ll have to take it more than it’s true. And I have to admit.
This kid bitch can use it.
“Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew”
Makoto, with his eyes tightly closed and teeth eaten and tied, sprays a ball-like sweat from his whole body, red tided by the vermilion, and stomps with a sweet groan up.
Then the exposed anus cramped with pimples and thrived. And it opens up gradually.
An instrument that then peeks all the way into your face.
“Wow. I’m out again. Doesn’t it hurt?
“No, don’t talk to me now. Ewwww.”
Shizuka Ogasawara shakes her neck vigorously to Shizuka Ogasawara, who talks to Shizuka in such a way as Interests Tsuzu.
The apparatus, which was slipped out of the anus unnecessarily, was ejected by about a third while pushing the flexibly developed anus wide.
But that’s where the drainage stops. You couldn’t hold your breath, or the moment the stepping Makoto stopped stepping and inhaled your breath, the apparatus just happened to lukewarmly return to your anus.
“Huh!? Hih!?
“Oh, I’m back again”
In Shizuka Ogasawara’s unfortunate groaning, Makoto drooled from the edge of his lips and freaked out and cramped. Apparently, it flipped lightly.
“Oh, I’m out again… but I pulled in. Get out again… I pulled in again. Oh, get out again.”
“Look, don’t look at it – heh heh heh, it’s good to have a kimochi”
With the stepping of the true harp, the anus cramps with pixie, and the unadulterated apparatus peeks into his face. But when about a third of it is ejected, the ejection stops there and returns to the anus in a lukewarm manner. The more it was repeated, the expression of the true harp distorted into pleasure.
Earlier the instrument went back into the anus because of a failed breath pass, but now it is clearly deliberately returned.
Is reason about to collapse because of a light yip? Makoto, who had shown so much resistance to exposing himself to indecency in front of his sister, began to masturbate in front of her.
“Ma, True Harp was a pervert…”
“No, don’t, don’t look at me – oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.”
A lukewarm, face-peeking apparatus returns to Chiru. As it moves faster, the expression of the true harp also drowns in pleasure.
Shizuka Ogasawara, looking seriously at such a disturbed sister, was rubbing her thighs and knees together herself, cursing the sister as a pervert.
Obviously excited. If you’re excited to see your perverted sister slut, you’d be a fine pervert, too.
“It’s true that the more serious the child, the more the root. True harp nowadays is perverted no matter how anyone sees it…”
“I have to be sorry, I have to be sorry. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.”
A sister who curses her sister for absurdity in her breath and a sister who can’t stop masturbating if she curses her from that sister.
True harp, who shakes his neck hard and sideways to apologize pitifully, stretched his right hand to his groin, his left hand to his breast, and began to claw his erect nipple and pubic nucleus.
Nipples rolled with dust and fingers and dirty water sounds that began to sound like couture. At the same time, the true harp, which enters and exits the apparatus only with the movement of the anus, continued to gently peak many times in front of her sister.
“Do you feel so good? It’s your butt, right? Is your butt that good? Hey Jinqin, does that Jinqin feel so good?
Shizuka Ogasawara, crouching on the floor, roughs her breath as she looks up at Shinji and inquires with a sweet voice.
“Ahhhhhhhhh – ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
True harp calling my name and cramping, despite being questioned by my sister. He hasn’t heard my sister’s query or anything already. It looks like reason has completely collapsed.
“Makoto, hey Makoto, I want to go that way too. Don’t leave me. Take me with you. Please… ah”
Shizuka Ogasawara, who turned her moist eyes to Shinji, who forgets me and immerses herself in masturbation, had her right hand sneaked in her skirt at some point. Its right hand moves back and forth, shivering with piqun.
While cursing my sister for being a pervert, my sister also started masturbating while watching that sister.
Unlike my sister, my body is small and luxurious. And the appearance of remarkable childhood and the large eyes that tend to be busy fishing eyes.
The appearance of moisturizing its eyes and absurding its breath was terribly disloyal, along with its young appearance.
It’s not bad to be looking at such a whore sisters masturbating, but it’s not bad that I’m getting impatient.
Shizuka, stay back.
“Heh!? Oh, this, no.”
Shizuka Ogasawara, who suddenly jumped up in a freak because I raised my voice, rushed through her right hand, which she was letting sneak in her skirt, and looked back at me.
Those eyes swam to tell the story of the upset, and the middle finger of his right hand, pulled out of his skirt, was wet and teetering with dirty mucus.
“Never mind. I don’t blame you. I’m just saying get out of the way.”
“Ha, ha.”
Shizuka Ogasawara, who replied to my words that spoke pale, moved sassy to the side when she stood up. And when I crouched on the spot, I shrunk.
Did you get depressed when I saw you masturbate? This is the second time I’ve seen you masturbate, so it doesn’t seem so depressing.
Well, if it’s a girl with a full puberty, I guess it’s a normal reaction. No, would it be more disturbing if it were normal?
“I knew you didn’t have it in your eyes except for Makoto…… ha”
Shizuka Ogasawara was even more dismayed when she saw Chirali and me.
Apparently he wasn’t depressed when he saw masturbation.
Ignoring Shizuka Ogasawara like that, he stood in front of Makoto.
I can’t afford a kid bitch right now. Though I served it once in the bathroom, one of my things has exceeded its limits. Anyway, I can’t help but want to get it out soon.
“Makoto, let’s pull it out.”
“Hiya?
Reaching out my right hand between my crotches open to the limit, I grabbed a rubber tube that was stretching from its tip, of an appliance that had my face out of my anus all the time.
Makoto, who had forgotten me and was immersed in masturbation, looked at me with his swinging eyes and tilted his neck without understanding the situation.
“Ahhh!?
Pulling the grabbed rubber tube all the way around, he pushed his anus rather wide and the instrument revealed its full content.
Bikun and shivering Makoto make a sweet scream when he opens his eyes.
That was an instant event. The broken anus effortlessly drained the appliance applied to the intestinal fluid.
The anus tightens cuddly on the appliance pulled out of the cuddly. And -.
“Mm-hmm.”
The screaming stained murmur of the true harp echoing in the toilet and the fluid emanating from the anus well.
Sadly drooling, his face crooked in pleasure and screaming.
Tides erupting bürr. Then the piss erupted as he made a shruggy noise.
True harp reaches its peak with freckles and cramps as it flourishes in the drainage. He ejected the liquid from his buttocks and urethra, waving his hips to get here and swallowed with pleasure without hesitation.
Makoto, whose discharge was over after a while, fell forward, restlessly. Take that true harp and carefully wipe your ass with toilet paper. And I held him back.
Looking back, Shizuka Ogasawara, who would have sidelined the whole thing, looked at Shizuka Shinji with a bright red face as she crouched on the floor.
“For now, the situation ends here. Continue to tour the tune, or stay here and masturbate, whatever you want.”
That’s what I left behind, holding the true harp and leaving the toilet behind.
He moved from the toilet to the indoor and put the true harp to sleep on the blanket.
Makoto stares at the ceiling with his unfocused eyes as he ruffles his entire body and roughs his breath.
Many times it had reached a light peak, but it would have been a long time since it had peaked in grandeur. Moreover, the peak while draining the water injected into the intestine. How much is that sense of liberation?
“Makoto, a ton of enemas wouldn’t be bad either, would they?
I lowered my hips next to Makoto’s face, sleeping on my back, and I scratched and sat down and asked Makoto.
Makoto, whose body still couldn’t move because of the aftertaste of comfort, turned only slightly to the side of her face, smiled embarrassingly dyeing her cheeks when she looked at me.
The pleasure and liberation gained from enjoying the discharge. If you become a habit, you’ll start begging me to do it from you.
“But you’re a lot of perverts, too. I didn’t know my sister would be excited to see me.”
I shrugged my gaze away and squealed quietly as if to mock me. And I saw the true harp beside me so that the true harp wouldn’t notice me.
Makoto, dyed bright red to his ears to burn, is upset with his eyes swimming.
I guess the memories that blew up because of the grand peak came back to life in my words.
A state of mind was observed by my dear sister, and the state of affairs was brought to life. And he cursed me for being a pervert.
Besides, instead of being depressed by the fact that my sister cursed me, Makoto, who was even more excited and immersed in masturbation, can certainly be described as a pervert.
In the end, she exposed the indescribable perversion of exuding liquid from her anus in a grand way in front of her sister.
Most of all, my sister, who called my sister a pervert, is also a pervert who starts masturbating with excitement about that sister’s dementia, but it keeps it in her mind.
Shinqin and Shizuka. The balance of power between these two feels like Shitsuka is doing something better than the top.
The power relationship is ideal for me, the insurmountable wall, Shizuka Ogasawara, the high wall, Makoto, and the quasi of.
But Shizuka Ogasawara is only a customer. Even if I let you watch and live, I’ll never get my hands on it.
I looked around curious, but there was no sign of Shizuka Ogasawara. Are you still in the toilet?
Perhaps he’s masturbating in the toilet by himself, keeping the true harp insane.
Just fine, I was hoping to concentrate too. Suppose we just start before we get in the way?
“Makoto, open your crotch and hold your own legs. I’ll make sure your anus is really clean.”
Return your gaze to the true harp and say so coldly.
True harp in tears snorted and opened his crotch with a puffy tremor.
He points out to me that he’s been exposed to his crazy state in front of his sister, and he seems to care.
Really good. I didn’t know the keyword sister would make True Harp a normal girl.
I can still use Shizuka Ogasawara. It’s an extremely cumbersome fucking busty tulpeta kid bitch, but you might want to feed it and keep it manipulative.
Shivering with a pull, Makoto raised his legs, reaching out and grabbing his ankles. Because of this, the secrets are visible round, and the buttocks are lifted and the anus is exposed to dew, even to the appearance of a puckering opening and closing.
“Ugh…… hiku”
Makoto, who is used to crawling on all fours, is leaking a whimper with trembling, either because he is unfamiliar with this outfit that exposes his secrets as he leans back and lifts his legs. Seems pretty embarrassing.
Standing up, I crouched on the spot as I moved to the front of the exposed secret.
“Also, I can’t see Shizuka’s face anymore”
A trembling whisper reaches my ear. It seems that after draining hot water from the intestines, it was exalted, and that desires and desires lurk into formation, and are instead irritated by the reason that has risen.
For that, I drool a ton of love liquid out of a pimply meat pot, and my anus is flaking open and closed just asking me to put something in quickly.
Is the balance between spirit and flesh about to fall apart? It’s good to stir up shame, but don’t worry too much about getting depressed. Candy must be given in moderation to maintain balance.
“That sister, but I was jerking off to masturbate watching your insanity. I know you want to keep your sister pretty, but even he’s human.”
“No! Don’t be. Shh!
To where I was speaking pale, suddenly a screaming voice rose and I shook unexpectedly.
“Wow, I… I just thought about myself, Aoi and I was full of heads, and I forgot about Shizuka. I’m a terrible sister. This is what I am. She’s a terrible sister.”
Makoto, raising her legs as she opened her crotch and grabbing that ankle with both hands, was trembling with a smile to mock herself.
A glimmer of tears flows from the edge of its true harp eyes.
Did you forget about my sister? Well, it seems like when you were at the top of the grand spectrum, you were totally yipping at another world. You can’t think about your sister in that state.
Still, wasn’t your sister depressed to see you out of your mind? No, I know you care that I’ve been seen out of my mind, but it seems more serious that I forgot about my sister than that.
Again, the true harp is uneven. It’s not like people who care. Well, it sounds like a true harp.
In short, it means severe Cisco. My sister, and my sister.
I guess it couldn’t have been more important than my sister in True Harp’s previous life.
The only possibility was Tatsuya Sasaki, my brother. But Tatsuya Sasaki left. And I didn’t even chase True Harp.
Zhenqin was imprisoned in his room, so I guess he couldn’t chase him, but that’s not what I meant.
Even if your body is tied, you can chase it with your heart. I mean, believe me, I keep waiting.
But Jin-qin gave up. I chose my sister over Tatsuya Sasaki. I chose to be there for my sister, both physically and mentally, knowing that I would be broken by it.
Zhenqin’s thoughts on her sister are so strong, I can say.
Such a true harp spilled hot water out of my anus, and my head was full of it, so that’s what I’m saying.
True harp would be big serious, but I don’t know, I just think I’m kidding, no matter what you think, because my heart is distorted?
Well, it didn’t start now that True Harp’s thoughts were running diagonally. Besides, even True Harp will eventually have to leave her sister. My sister’s sister is separated.
Reaching out my right hand, I can put my index finger and middle finger to the anus of the true harp and put my strength into it.
“Ah.”
Bikun and bouncing trumpet body. Back to back of True Harp’s mood, his anus, dripping with covetousness, opened and closed and begged him to put something in, sucked as if trying to swallow it as it were when he could squeeze my two fingers.
“Uh-huh. – I’m coming.”
The anus applied to the intestinal fluid wets my fingers when wet and invites me to the back on my own as I suck.
Inside, my heart beats like a heartbeat, and in an instant, my fingers are stuck in my roots.
Put it in and I’ll pull it out. That’s common sense.
He pulled his fingers out forcefully from the intestinal wall, which he put his strength into his arms, sucking on and not trying to let go.
“Uh-oh, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush.”
True harp cramps violently and violently on fingers pulled out at once rubbing cheeky against the sucking intestinal wall. And a tide that is purulently erupted. I just unplugged my finger once, and it looks like it’s gone wild.
The look of my sister, who cared about forgetting her sister, was no longer there.
Increase the number of two fingers pulled out to three,, piercing them all at once.
“Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh”
Grabbing his grabbing ankle even harder and squeezing his own butt up, Makoto exclaims, drooling his saliva from the edge of his lips and shaking his unfocused eyes violently.
Cramping body, tide to be ejected.
Don’t forget about my sister. Above all, I must put my sister first. The strong thoughts of the true harp upset the true harp in turn.
If you keep squirming your anus like this, the true harp will continue to climax. But if the wave of the summit passes, you will be worried again. That hasn’t solved anything.
“Uh-oh, more, more cuddly. No, no, no, no.”
To a resounding sweet scream, the anus tightens tightly with the release of the three fingers poked in.
Pull your fingers through with this tightening, it would normally be painful. However, the friction had been reduced to its limit due to the gut fluids that slipped like lotions gushing later.
He desperately claimed that the tight but wet intestine was a hole where the walls of the intestine could be combined to achieve tremendous comfort.
So he wanted me to put in the “real” soon, and his stuffy Makoto eyes were about to complain.
“Hiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Zhenqin, shaking his neck hard beside his fingers pulled out by Zuluo, begs me to forget.
“Jiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu”
The anus that pops open due to the loss of the finger rapidly closes the hole and opens and closes. The look was like a carp mouth wanting food.
I took off the towel that was wrapped around my hips, and I gripped a single pole with my right hand that had a lumpy erection while suppressing the feeling of deviation. And when I forced that tip down, it went to my anus, which was puckering and opening and closing.
“Makoto, you’re my own meat potty. Don’t think too much, just focus on amusing me.”
Makoto, with his gaze on my words, looks at me with his unfocused eyes.
“Jiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu”
You may not be hearing my words. But he’s listening somewhere, no matter how much reason breaks down. So no problem.
When you stick your hips out, your tips soak up and suck into your anus.
“It’s coming – and it’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming.”
The freaking and spasmodic True Harp distorts the remainder of his childhood’s righteous face into pleasure, screaming obscene words with disgrace and outrage.
That’s right, that’s fine. You just have to keep me entertained as a clear, dirty meat potty all the way.
“I’ll take care of my sister. Until he’s nestled, I’ll protect him for my life. But I won’t allow you to nest. You’re a killer forever.”
I felt like True Harp opened his eyes to my words for a moment.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha”
In one thing slammed in, Makoto, with a tranced look, drooled a sloppy saliva from the edge of his thin peach lips, pulling both hands grabbing his ankles and lifting his butt further.
Once swallowed, one object is sucked in endlessly as it is tightened to the intestinal wall. And in an instant, I got stuck in the roots.
Cramped and various pots of hot meat. I can’t even tell you. My hips cramp on their own for pleasure.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Pulling his hips forcefully out of his sucking intestine, he rubs up his cheeks and intestinal walls and throws up one thing.
Sounding sweet screams and intermittent erupting tides. And blubber and trembling breasts in conjunction with cramps.
Having eagled those breasts with both hands, I grabbed them even harder as I tasted the elastic, comfortable feel.
Replace that breast with a handle and stick your hips out relentlessly.
One thing that makes a buzzingly obscene noise and pushes it into the intestines instantly pierces the roots.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.”
Makoto, who is holding his ankle tight with both hands, is stiff as he cramps his entire body, and momentum erupts well into the tide to culminate.
Whether or not you can stay conscious until I’m done. No, maybe he’s already unconscious. But he’s trying to keep his anus tight and entertain me.
There’s really nothing I can do about it. He’s stupid, and he’s cute.
With a crush on my hips, I crossed the limit of my desperate ejaculatory appetite.
“Kuh, let’s get it out.”
“Ah-ha-ha, ah-ha-ha, no, no, no, no.”
He gripped his breasts tightly and slapped his hips hard at the moment.
The pleasure of running up the urethra is going to cause me to accidentally covet it.
Bullshit, shivering hips on your own. A lump of my desire was spit out into the intestines of the true harp.
“Ah-ha-ha.”
Makoto, with his white eyes peeled off and freaking out and spasmodic, still doesn’t try to tighten his anus and let go of one of my things.
“Are you still not satisfied? I said I’d reward you, I’ll use it until you’re satisfied.”
One of my things instantly erected on Makoto, who was exposed to obscenity without being swallowed by pleasure. Did you feel that? With one of my things in, Zhenqin shook his butt.
In that too pitiful look, the frizzy chill rushes up my spine.
“I changed my mind. No reward.”
“Huh?
True harp raised his mind to me when I laughed at him.
“Slutty dogs like you need severe punishment. I’ll do everything I can to cry and beg for forgiveness.”
“Huh.”
True harp laughed fuzzily at my words with a cold grin.
I didn’t know you’d be happy to hear that you’d be punished. This is really going to have to make you cry.
I bent forward with my breasts grabbed, laying my own lips on the lips of the trumpet exposed to the asshole face.
“Ugh!? Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.”
tangled tongue and tongue. And on his well moved hips, a true harp scream wooded indoors.
I eventually ejaculated in Makoto about three times. By that time, he was completely unconscious of the true harp, turning it into a doll of meat that just cramped from time to time.
Still, there’s nothing else to remember about tightening your anus, which is just meat potty.
I wrapped such a true harp in a blanket and put it to sleep. I really feel like immersing myself in a hot tub, but as things stand, I can’t.
True harp, who has no reason to know how I feel like that, closes his eyes and laughs naggingly, but can’t tell if he’s asleep or fainting.
Once I finished dressing away from the harp, when I returned to the harp, I sat on the floor and deposited my back on the wall.
“Hmm?… when”
I was sitting right next to True Harp, but when I realized it, Makoto’s head was on my thigh. And he’s resting on his sincerely happy face.
You’re a good raccoon. Or did you unconsciously put your head on my thigh? Either way, it would be rude to replace my husband’s thighs with pillows, but I’ll take a big look this time.
I’m quite satisfied with that, too.
I learned the feeling of falling gut and opened my eyes in surprise. And look around.
It’s my room. The interior remains illuminated by a dim orange light, nothing has changed.
When I look down, I put my head on my thigh, and Makoto is sleeping on the dumb side of it.
That true harp had my right hand on it.
Apparently, I was asleep at some point.
I tried to check the time, but I don’t have the watch I always wear. That said, I took it off before I took a bath.
Trying to check the clock hung on the wall doesn’t look good because of the dim interior.
Turning his gaze to the curtain, the light of day was slipping in slightly.
I don’t know the time, but they haven’t set the sun yet.
“I heard that.”
“Oops!?
My body suddenly jumped to the voice I heard. Looking at me, Shizuka Ogasawara sat right next to me.
He keeps his back on the wall, just like me, leaning on me perfectly.
“I’ll take care of my sister. Until he’s nestled, I’ll protect him for my life. Yes, you did tell me what your brother said.”
“Ah?”
Shizuka Ogasawara, who left her head on my shoulder with Coten, is laughing happily as she looks at me with her upper eyes.
“I really don’t want to get in the way of you two. Come on, sister, we have to go away.”
Shizuka Ogasawara laughs innocently like a child when she says that. Well, actually, he’s a kid.
“It’s just that you’re old enough to want me to get over it, right? I’m scared and basically cold when I get angry, but the root is my ideal brother who likes to take care of you.”
“Well, then you do your best to find it. I’ll just do the backup.”
Who likes to take care of you? No such animal and outrageous man does either.
“That’s why Shizuka slept with her brother’s knee pillow, too!
“Huh? Oh, hey… chip”
Shizuka Ogasawara, alone with a prankster smile, put her head on my thigh as she fell asleep with Cologne on the spot.
Who forgave you? Don’t pillow people’s thighs on your own. This is why I don’t like fucking busy kid bitches.
“Hey, hey brother. Shizuka was like a true harp. Why did your brother do that?”
“You’re kidding me. If you don’t want to be kicked out, sleep tight.”
He sappily lowered his right hand, which was on Shizuka Ogasawara’s head, and gently poked Shizuka Ogasawara’s head.
“Eh, I’m pissed off”
Shizuka Ogasawara, with his pelo and tongue out, smiles happily as she rubs her little poked head with her hands, without looking bad.
“Hey brother…”
“What the fuck?”
“Please, you’re only going to make one happen, right?
Shizuka Ogasawara, who turned from a prankster smile and moistened her eyes and dyed her cheeks, had a mild headache.
What the hell are you willing to say? If I tell you something too far from common sense, I’m really gonna kick you out of the room.
“Your brother saw Shizuka doing something he shouldn’t…”
Shizuka Ogasawara, who raised her sweet cat voice, stares at me with her moist eyes as she leaks a hot exhale.
Something you shouldn’t? You mean you want me to see you masturbate?
I thought you’d want to take a bath with me, but that way.
Did you even think of showing me masturbation and getting me excited? Unfortunately, that’s no use. It’s unlikely, but if you get excited, you can use a true harp to talk about it.
Besides, the quickest way to convert Shizuka Ogasawara’s inclination toward her sister into a inclination toward physical pleasure is to have her fit into masturbation.
In that sense, Shizuka Ogasawara’s wish is a wish for me too.
“Whatever you want.”
“Huh.”
Shizuka Ogasawara, who was happy to hear my response, slipped her right hand into her skirt and left hand into her uniform jacket from her belly as she moved with her thighs. The movement is irresistible.
Shizuka Ogasawara is moisturizing her eyes and smiling, but she’s just making room, and I guess she’s embarrassed inside.
“Ah…”
Shizuka Ogasawara shook herself with a pickle at the slightest water sound she heard.
Small chopped breathing sounds that echo indoors and modest water sounds.
That lasted until Shizuka Ogasawara’s body trembled vividly and loudly.
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