Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

He arrived at the high school and turned to the woods behind him without heading to the school gate.

It is sometimes called Sunday, and naturally there are no classes. However, the school gate is open due to the large number of students who are engaged in department activities attending school.

The woods on the back are shortcuts, but they're a long way from where we came from. In short, I was honestly closer to walking through the school gate, but I still got around to the back because I'm with Foster Chung.

Foster Chung, a student at another school. Moreover, the uniform worn is Makoto High School, a famous famous place. Many students will not know Makoto's uniform because it is in other provinces. But if anyone knows, it could be a little fuss.

Rikanaka originally called to investigate Shizuka Ogasawara's whereabouts. Yet I don't have to bother to lose the two advantages of being "faceless” and “difficult to infer a connection with me”. Therefore, I would like to avoid being noticeable if possible.

And if students from other schools wander around the high school grounds, there's a chance they'll hear from suspicious teachers. Still, if you're in the middle of it, you'll explain it well and get away with it, but while you know it's suspicious, you won't have to dignify anything into it through the school gate. Anyway, there is a discreet back road.

It is better to sprinkle the burning powder.

Draw your hand in foster care into the woods and walk down the beast path.

Little grass grows when it comes to beast paths. Because of the tall groves, the light of day is blocked by the leaves of the growing trees, and the weeds do not grow.

The trees that grow are mostly deciduous trees, and you can see things like the paths that a man has trampled on by walking in the decaying soil formed of fallen leaves that have descended over the years. That's what we call the Beast Path.

Little weeds grow, so they can pass through without bitterness during the day, but those unfamiliar with it often avoid passing through here when the sun goes down.

No matter how soft the ground is, the roots of the trees crawl there. If it were dark, they would undoubtedly take their legs off and fall first.

When I look to the side with a chillary, I look up slightly and see what's going on around me during the foster care, which was kind of noisy until earlier.

That's what I said. Looks like this place isn't the same as it used to be. I don't even think it's going to happen in case, but I can't say enough about absolutely nothing. I guess that's why you remember the path you took.

To say that you are obedient to an order refers to saying that you have the ability to execute the order at the same time.

No matter how obedient you are, you cannot be obedient unless you carry out your orders. In the sense that I said that, I can say that Rikanaka is really good.

Anyway, I have a proven track record of carrying out almost all of my orders.

If you're in the middle of it, you'll probably be able to walk this road alone, whether it's dark or not. It's very different from some idiot.

Memories I can even miss anymore. I walked down this beast path at sundown to fit Makoto Ogasawara into a ruse. Makoto Ogasawara, who followed me desperately, took a long time to reach the warehouse.

And the long dark hair of Makoto Ogasawara, who arrived at the warehouse, was adhered to dead leaves so as to show faintly that he had fallen, and his uniform was dirty with mud.

Yeah, you didn't know that back then. I was purely delighted that Makoto Ogasawara had been on my ruse.

I didn't know you were such an idiot...

"Mr. Castle Island? Why do you look so nostalgic? Did something good happen here, too?

Inside, my hand is drawn to me, you look strange and you peek into my face.

Good memories? Don't be ridiculous. Bad memories, one way or another. Back then, regrets would come up that we could still turn back.

If we had investigated Makoto Ogasawara more closely, we might have been able to spot him as an idiot who jumped through.

Totally fooled by appearance. Besides, we talked about good grades. In addition to that, it felt like standing and behaving clearly and picturesque pity.

Or even now, she still seems to play a modest, clear, poor, beautiful girl outside of me.

I'm good at cheating people, but I think he's probably a cheater too.

"Mmm, he looked even happier. Ha-ha, you were thinking about junior meat potty, weren't you? I did some pussy exposure play here or something. Nooooooo, I'll be exposed here too!

"What? What are you talking about, you? You don't look happy - you can't take it off!

When I looked at the midwifery that was blurring with crap, the midwifery that was walking with my hand pulled by me was trying to unbutton the P-coat with one hand as I swelled my cheeks.

"No! I thought Mr. Castle Island was equal no matter what he said! You pay special attention to junior meat potty! I know!

I tried to grab the hand of the foster care that was about to unbutton my coat, but the foster care that paid off my hand raised my voice with a bright red face. And I cleverly unbuttoned my coat with one hand.

His dexterity is a real pain in the ass.

Skin kicked coat. Dark brown blazer and white blouse visible from that gap. But that's where the foster movement stops.

"So? How are you gonna take your coat off? You can't take it off with the cuffs in place, can you? You're stupid. You."

You'll be able to take it off even with the cuffs in place. But I can't get rid of it, so I really get in the way. And that's not just the coat. The same goes for the blazer you're wearing inside, as well as for the blouse.

The more you take it off, the more clothes will accumulate in the chain of the handcuffs.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!

In the midst of how he can't find the words to point out and say back to me, he's roaring at me with tears in his eyes.

Remove the cuffs and the problem will be solved, but that seems absolutely unpleasant.

He's in foster care, and you think I'm gonna run away when you uncuff him? Come this far. You don't have it. Besides, you're the one who's caught.

Damn, now I'm with some wasting dog. Always this guy is just stupid.

He finally arrived in front of the door of the warehouse, pulling slightly more forcefully his hand in the foster care, which had become rotten.

I'd feel safer if I had a new meat potty. I want to go somewhere where I can be alone with you. I want you to use it for me soon. I was trying to have fun imagining Makoto Ogasawara, but what you're saying doesn't make sense. Besides that, I didn't know it would rot.

What the hell does he want? I mean, it stinks a lot.

"How long have you been rotten? Look, we're at our destination."

"Heh. Ahhh."

In my words, when I look away, I answer that I am not interested.

What is it? I'm so annoyed.

"Hey Cora, what's that fuzzy attitude? Who do you think I am?"

"No to Beth. 'Cause I'm a dumped defect. You don't have to listen to Mr. Castle Island's orders."

This prolonged word like licking the person in foster care that I don't even try to gaze at when I say I'm doing it on purpose is unnecessarily annoying.

You're really angry. But if you get angry here, it's the pot I think you're in. I suppose he just wants me to focus on him by pissing me off.

Do I fit into such a clear trap? Then I'll poke the other way around.

He reached out to the face of the foster family facing him and gently touched his cheek.

In the midst of his surprise, he looked up at me with his moist eyes as he turned his momentum. The cheeks dyed rapidly peachy.

"Don't be so angry. If they take such an attitude from you, I don't know what to do..."

That's what I said. I make as sad a look as I can, and I stare into foster care with a shadowed smile.

When I heard my words, I opened my mouth and hardened. Apparently, consciousness has blown to the other side of the void.

Idiot, you're a good fit for the plan. A sad smile and gentle words to where you thought I'd be angry. You must have been totally impressed.

What a dumb face. It's only a matter of time before Makoto falls to the ground because a woman so slightly says she is the student chairman of Makoto.

When I was intoxicated by the less splendid of my measures, I began to hear a water noise called Chorocholo. I wonder what the sound is, and I turn my gaze towards the sound.

"What?"

The sound was heard from next door, or inside. Precisely from the groin in foster care.

Water that propagates white thighs. Hey, seriously, he leaked his piss.

"Hey, what are you doing..."

I grabbed the shoulder of the foster care and tried to shake it gently, but there was no response. All you have to do is stare at me with your moist eyes as you make your face bright red to burn.

No, you can't. He's totally pissed off at a different world.

There's been a lot going on in foster care about letting people leak piss at the top of a row, or putting up with urination to its limits and leaking it all over the city, but isn't this the first time you've leaked piss without my orders?

That's right. I'm a little surprised, too. I mean, if you're gonna leak it anyway, take off your underwear and then leak it.

I don't possess anything like a bag in foster care. Which means you don't have a change of clothes.

When I unloaded my underwear in the alley, my underwear was wet with love liquid, but when it came to pissing, the story would be different.

I screwed up my picture, threatened me, and mounted an appointment to stay in my apartment inside, but at first he said he wasn't going to go up into my apartment.

Perhaps the original plan was to stay in a hotel around the station as well. So it's easy to assume that you've left your luggage in the station locker as well, stepping in the way when you meet me and act with me.

So I noticed. The storage medium where the image is stored.

Though I can't find it, I should avoid places that could be lost or stolen. Ideally, then, the place would be locked, but Foster Chung is new to the city. Such a convenient stash is limited.

The locker where I left my luggage. The storage medium stash will almost certainly be there.

When that happens, the foster home should be in possession of the locker keys. If you take that key, it's ours.

But even though the odds are quite high, I can't say enough that I'm definitely hiding the storage medium in my locker. Still, it could be a card that directs you and makes you throw up your stash.

Well, the stash will almost certainly be in the locker, so I'll take the key to that locker, and then I'll keep whining until I cry and beg for forgiveness.

I've committed a terrible crime of threatening me. Let's get you in pain and bored at best.

I also came up with a further proposal because I could afford to feel it. I play in foster care because of this, so I don't have a hand that won't let me expose it.

As we go to pick up the storage medium, let it also be exposed on the campus of the station at night. Then let's say we enjoy it in the warehouse until the sun goes down.

With a grin in his heart, he walked into the warehouse with a foster home that was still solidified.

"It's cold..."

I entered the warehouse and squeaked like that at the opening.

The warehouse, formed of steel and concrete, is cooler in summer but colder than outside when temperatures drop. However, the warehouse, which is more equipped than the apartment, is usually warm because it is naturally also air-conditioned. Yes, it's usually warm.

That idiot always comes and prepares before me. I can tell you that idiot is useful for once too. Due to the absence of that idiot, the warehouse was out of cold.

"There's nothing I can do about not being cold..."

He pulled his hand in foster care and headed to the table, where he took the remote control placed. And turn on the air conditioning.

Every time a medical exam tells you to get a little fatter. Weak in the cold may be due to lack of lipids.

Walk extensively under the cold sky, and in this extremely cold space. Vulnerable to the cold, it's the worst for me. I feel strangely warm about the hand in the foster care I'm holding because of it.

"You're behind in your tutoring on this. We have time, and we can wait until the room is warm..."

He muttered so looking at the running air conditioner and took him through foster care to the corner of the warehouse. And take the blanket out of the costume case that's piled up.

Still, the handcuffs are really in the way. Whatever you do, you won't be able to make any physical moves until you're in foster care. And while you can only use one hand, it's extremely troublesome.

Look for handcuff keys while wrapping them in a blanket until the warehouse warms up.

Grab a blanket and head to the bed and let the foster care sit on the edge of that bed.

"Hey, take off your shoes. Beds are strictly forbidden. Hey, are you listening to me?

Standing in front of the foster home sitting on the edge of the bed, he bowed himself and gazed at the foster home, calling as he slapped that cheek with a petite. But Rikanaka just stared at me with a bright red face, and there was no response.

I had no choice but to crouch on the spot and take off my shoes in foster care.

Rubbed down sole. A black loafer that is well maintained but gives you a sense of life.

Thanks to her mother's remarriage to her livestock stepfather, life should be quite stable, but good possession hasn't changed, apparently.

Looking at those shoes reminds me of my elementary school years like yesterday. Back then, during foster care, I sewed my own clothes with holes and wore them cherished forever. Just because it's the clothes your mother bought me.

It's stuffed, so you said something stupid about being warm even with holes in it.

"Leather products can taste better when they are better cared for..."

A loafer that is wrinkled but blackened. It takes a lot of work and time to get the flavor to this point.

Right, let's take this loafer. If they take away all this cherished stuff, they'll mourn it. And make it my collection. Instead inside buy new and worthless shoes and chase them further.

My face was distorted by pain, I thought inside crying down, my heart jumped.

I take my shoes off, and when I get in bed, I go around behind my back. He then turned his hand around the waist of the foster home sitting properly on the edge of the bed and carried it to the center of the bed as he dragged it.

Let me sit in the center of the bed, as I was told, and I'll sit behind it. And wrapped it in a blanket.

"Uh, there it is. Even defects can be used as natural Cairo..."

He pulled his hand around his waist and put his own cheek on his back to his back.

Soft feel to the sweet aroma. And this warmth. Livestock business of warming up cold cut bodies while taking away heat in foster care. What an outrageous thing to do while I am here.

"Ha?"

A pickled and trembling foster child is leaning his neck. Have you finally regained consciousness?

"Heh? Ki, Mr. Castle Island?... What is this situation?

Like a brisket toy with a run out of oil, I looked sideways at me rubbing my cheeks against the cheeks in the back as I was in the middle of an irresistible movement that seemed to make the sound of giggles. The face is redder than it was earlier.

Are you shy? It's rare to be in foster care.

"You know I'm cold and you don't like it. I'll use you instead of Cairo until the room warms up. I'm telling you, I have no authority to refuse you."

"Refusing, that's..."

During foster care, which ignites my face so much that there's going to be a fire, I'm showing more agitation than I expected.

That's it. Quite interesting.

"You've grown quite a bit in two years."

"Hih!? Hey, hey Mr. Castle Island!?

Moving with his thighs, he slipped his hand to his chest, which was spinning around his hips in foster care. Little screaming at my movements, Rikanaka rushed out with a wrinkle.

He's not in such a hurry that he touched his chest. The reaction is really interesting. And I can see that it's over the coat, but it's about a turn bigger than before.

"Ha, get off me!

"No, I reject"

"Please! I'll be right back!

As I rubbed my breasts all over my coat, the foster care burst out bulky.

The motor nerves will be better in foster care, but if you catch them, you can't run away from me.

But I didn't expect the inside to resist this far.

"That's not like you. You don't like being hugged from me that much? Then I'll harass you more."

"Ah, hey!? Mr. Castle Island, please, just wait a minute, ahem."

I dropped my lips on my mouth muscles as I rubbed my chest. That alone freaks me out and cramps during foster care, and I continue to desperately resist even as I raise my sweet whisper.

It's really fresh to sneak around inside resisting. You're getting kind of murky.

"A little soggy. You scratched a lot of sweat, didn't you?

"Huh!?

"The smell, well, you've been smelling sweet for a long time."

"Ugh!?

Tongue out of lips dropped on neck muscles in foster care, slowly crawling.

The taste of sweat that I feel slightly and the sweet scent that seduces the man tickles my nose.

It's still cold indoors, and I don't want to get out of my blanket. Handcuffs do not make sense in this condition, so it is not necessary to remove them as soon as possible.

And it's been a long time since I've been in foster care, and I seem to be getting a little excited about the resistance.

"Please, please, Mr. Castle Island... Just let me go..."

"You can't. You're on it. Rejected. Rejected."

Stop rubbing your chest and unbutton the blazer and blouse. And I plugged my hand out of a gap in my skin-kicked blouse.

The feel of a cloth in your hand. Is he wearing underwear? No pan, no bra was the basics. But, well, these aren't like foster care either, they're fresh. Not bad.

"Oh, no, I can't think of anything, before that, please."

"I can't tell you. She's got an erection in her nipple bin. You, have you been embedded in rape plays or something lately?

When he slams his bra and grabs his breast directly, a firm protrusion claims itself in a mundane rub-responsive sensation. That was hitting the palm of my hand.

Rubbing up the protrusion in the palm of his hand as he rubbed his breast, the movement in foster care, which was so bulky and resistant, changed rapidly.

He looks up at the ceiling and is freaking out and cramped while eating and tying his teeth. The exhalation also began to get hot and intense.

"What, you don't resist anymore? Try to be more violent and entertain me."

"Oh, uh, no, no, I wasn't resisting. - Yikes."

I picked the nipples I was rubbing up in my palm with my fingers and crushed them hard as I squeezed them tight.

While in foster care desperately trying to explain something, I seem to have cramped my body violently the moment my nipples were crushed with my fingers, and reached a mild peak.

Even before, it was possible to culminate only with nipples, but it took a lot of time. I didn't expect that to peak so easily.

Was it so dawn on masturbation that you were developing your own flesh, or was it the first time in a long time that you were excited by me? Either way, the reaction is fresher and more interesting.

"Oh, I'm not resisting. - Turn on the air conditioner. Oh, well, I was going to turn it off..."

"Am I right? Why do I need to turn off the air conditioning? I know you're saying I'm not good with cold."

As I immersed myself in the culminating aftertaste, the foster child, shaking his body into small pieces, turned his moist eyes to the side with chills as he dropped his face, which was looking up at the ceiling, and looked at me.

"Because... I thought I might be able to stay like this all the time when it's cold... then I'd rather be cold..."

Hot exhales and moist eyes. And a voice with a slight tremor but a sweet sound. I just snapped my nipples a little bit, and it looks like I can totally do it.

That's right, you think you can stay like this all the time when it's cold? Don't be ridiculous. But if they turn off the air conditioning, we certainly can't get out of this state. Then will I move my body and warm it up? Then there is no problem with the air conditioning being turned off.

"You were ready to use it."

"Heh? Oh, no - hey, wait -"

I decided to warm my body for once, and when I slipped my hand down, which was rubbing my breasts, I inserted that hand between my thighs and let it dive into my skirt.

In the midst of a greater panic than earlier about my actions, I try to escape from me in an unusual hurry. Forcefully suppressing the inside of it, he slipped his sneaky hand further up into his skirt and reached for his underwear.

Sounds that squeak. Oh, what a mess. That's zero persuasion even though you're resisting.

"Ahhh!? Hih-oh, no, no, no, no, no, no."

"You're really weak in the pubic nucleus, aren't you?

When I cheated my underwear with my fingers and tangled the love liquid in my fingers that was overflowing like a flood from a hot, steamy female organ, I touched the pubic nucleus with those fingers.

"Hih!? Mm-hmm."

During the foster care that made him jump on that body as if he had been electrocuted, he instantly peaked.

"Uh-oh, mah, mah. - Uh-huh."

A corny protrusion that hits your finger. During fostering, its erect pubic nucleus, which is facial without peeling, continues to peak easily simply by rubbing it with your fingers.

Sounds indoors. Pussy gushing tide. And supreme again. More erupting tides. In the midst of repeated peaks at the same time, you can't even breathe, and continue to drool and cramp from the edge of your lips as you look up at the ceiling.

Seeing inside reaching a peak over ten times in just a few minutes, I was convinced I was already in a usable state.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"Ugh."

In the midst of how he is blurring his consciousness, he still tries to resist with a slight twist. When it can be fully done, the only way to do it is in the middle of nowhere, but I still didn't expect to attempt resistance.

I'd like the resistance to continue if possible, but I don't know how long I'll ever hold it.

He pushed down forward through the foster care cramped into small pieces and rolled up his skirt hiding his poked ass. And chew down the light water coloured underwear that appeared.

"Dude, isn't this supposed to mean resistance? You've got enough for a slut."

From the female genitals that became dewy, there was an overflow of love fluids that strayed from the normal track. The sight is exposed without any obstruction.

I touched it with my hand and noticed, but still haven't grown any hair? I thought you were growing up because you looked somewhat grown up, but your mouth below is still a kid.

The anus, visible over its twitchy, steamy female genitals, is puckering and flickering. Evidence of constant insertion and abstraction of something.

I tangled the love fluid in my fingers and occasionally tried inserting that finger into my anus.

"Ah-ha!?

White ass bouncing with bicum and rising whisper.

The anus, which swallowed the fingers easily to the root, is soft and narrow, with the meat squeezing up the fingers.

Awesome, the anus in foster care has been in very good shape for a long time, but is well developed than before.

"Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha"

Inside, when you let the muffled fingers insert, you make your butt jump freaking out. A whisper that goes up as that ass moves. The appearance was truly pitiful, and hilarious, and stirred up my inferiority.

And the handcuffs are still in the way. Falling forward with his butt up, he's in foster care with his right hand hanging. My left hand, which is connected by the right hand and chain in it.

When I raise my left hand, my right hand in foster care is forced to pull up, so it becomes inversely indirect.

He's small and luxurious in foster care. No matter how flexible your body is, your shoulders may come off if you make it too impossible. It would be troublesome if that happened.

"Hey Reichung, where are the keys to the handcuffs?

"Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha"

"Ah-ha-ha, I didn't tell you. Now throw up."

"No, I'm gonna say it. - Uh-huh, finger, stop it. - Aah, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh."

When I inquire inside as I let the finger inserted into my anus be inserted, the foster child, with his face turned to the side, is gasping as he looks at me on the side.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he is. And you're not going to answer. He's a rebellious guy. Really teasing.

"Hey, Rikanaka, don't hit me, just spit on the key."

As he inquired inside, yes, he increased the number of fingers inserted in his anus to three, and let them be drawn even more intensely.

The anus, titled after three fingers, further strengthens its tightening and tightening while overflowing the intestinal fluid. Then the love liquid overflowing from the female genitals falls into bed with the potato as it pulls the thread, forming a stain on the sheet.

"Hey, I thought you said throw up."

"Ahhhhh, uhh, jerk off"

Boiled bright red face and moistened eyes with tears. And during foster care, which is drooling from the edge of his lips, he still doesn't try to throw up the presence of a key. I'm really busy in foster care.

I thought this should be punished, and I folded three fingers into my anus in my bowel and rubbed up my pubic nucleus with my thumb.

"No, I'll tell you, so stop the finger movement - hiccup!? Not with you - no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

During the fostering of how I really didn't want to say it, I was blamed for the pubic nucleus with my thumb while getting my anus offended with three fingers, which suddenly peaked. Moreover, unlike previous peaks, it is spectacularly cramped with massive tides erupting.

"Yay, I knew you wouldn't say - ahhh - bully me more because I wouldn't - haha - I'm happy"

Stopping the finger movement, Bikun Bikun and his greatly cramped foster child are laughing ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

You're not telling me? Fine. If you're into it, I have an idea.

Pulling my fingers out of my anus, I lowered the zipper off my pants with that hand and took out one that was so bulging and swollen that it was about to burst.

"I know exactly how you feel. You're gonna resist to the end, aren't you? I'm going to take it from here, and then I'm going to spread it out."

"Ha, come on, I want to be scratched by a mess like before - if you can get a lot, a lot of cuteness, I'll do anything."

He grabbed a single pole that swelled up and was totally able to do it and addressed to the anus in foster care that was cracking and cramping. And poke it in all at once.

"Nhia!? I'm coming in. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

The anus swallowed one of my things cheekfully contracted at that moment, pressing one of mine around with its soft meat, sucking it into the back at will. I almost ejaculated unexpectedly with that extra comfort, but I stuck my hips out even further as I ate and tied my teeth.

Something hit the tip of one thing with a knack the moment its hips hit its ass in foster care.

"Shit, hey, wasn't I ready to use it right away?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The feeling of anus and meat tightening with the gyu. A hole in the meat that tries to handle one thing on its own without having to move.

Makoto Ogasawara's growing anus is in a different dimension. Exuding in the irritation of the meat hole, which had been transformed into a sexual treatment only, I tried to expose myself to discomfort with something that was hitting the tip of one thing. But Rikanaka doesn't try to answer just by raising a screaming whisper.

For the two years I've been away, I can tell you that I've been constantly developing my own flesh.

I was just reviewing it a little bit, but the lethargy of leaving waste in the anus while keeping it in brass for immediate use is extremely great.

"Nhi-no-no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Knock."

Pulling through one thing with Zuluri, inside cramping hard with a screaming whisper. At the same time, intestinal fluid overflows from the anus, adding a wet lubricity to the immense tightening.

Once again, driven by a sense of ejaculation, I managed to pull everything out of my anus with it.

When it comes to foster care, I am overwhelmed with opium without worrying about my discomfort.

"Chip, there's an unusable meat potty... but that's odd"

He pounded his tongue in frustration and slapped his massively cramped white ass flat with his hands. So I felt strange discomfort.

One thing is not dirty at all. When I turned my gaze to the buttocks in the foster care, clear intestinal fluid was dripping from the pocky open anus.

It's too pretty for the waste to have remained. But something did hit the tip of one thing.

Looking at the pocky open anus, the hole slowly began to tighten. And start opening and closing like a fish mouth. It's like you're trying to give birth to something.

"Ra, Ra to Ma Ha no... ahhh"

The anus, which continued to open and close, tightened cuddly, along with the whining in foster care, which Lu (Rotsu) had not turned. And something guts me in the face.

It is a sphere colored blue and clear from the center. That sphere, even bigger than a ping-pong ball, was something I used to immerse myself in as a child.

Plastic capsules that come out when you buy chatter. That's what came out of the anus in foster care.

Its capsule, applied to a clear intestinal fluid, was unevenly pushed out while spreading the anus to an abnormal extent, and lay down as it pulled the yarn.

In a capsule that falls into bed and rolls with corn, no words come out.

What are you doing? Why were you planting this stuff in your anus? Are you nuts? Is he stupid, too?

"... hmm? Oh?"

When I took the capsule rolling over the bed with a little pull, I heard a chatter.

If you look inside from the transparent part, you can see the key shining silver inside. And two.

I see. Did you hide the key to the handcuffs and the key to the locker in your anus?... I knew it was stupid, Koz.

"Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Are they hiccups and hiccups? La Hehi is a hippie -"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, you idiot."

Inside trying desperately to convey something in a language that doesn't turn the Lu Rhythm, but I have no idea what you're talking about. But I can largely predict what you want to say.

It must have been soul gall to lay down a capsule in front of me and entertain me. And yet I missed the timing, to this day, I guess.

"Lah, lah, hi-ha, lah-hi-ha, lah-hi-ha, lah-hi-ha. Yeah, hifu..."

"So I don't know what you're talking about. I'm telling you. You shut up for a second."

He says he doesn't know what he's talking about, but he still slapped his ass in foster care, desperately continuing to explain, opening the capsule and retrieving the key. And I'll insert the smaller key into the keyhole in the cuffs and turn it around.

There was a chilling noise and the cuffs came off.

Have you finally been freed? I don't give a shit.

He's in foster care falling forward with his butt up. I turned my hands behind my back and put the cuffs that were embedded in my wrist into the left wrist of my foster care.

"Huh?

Inside how you don't understand what happened. Just fine. I'll keep sealing both hands in the foster care.

When you eagle your foster ass with your free left hand, grip one rod with your right hand and point its tip to your anus.

Even if it does, it's only after the launch.

"Huh!? Heh heh heh heh heh heh - heh!?

"It's an unusable meat potty, so tighten the hole or so."

During the foster care, which had just peaked in grandeur, he tried to escape by crawling like a potato bug with his hands behind his back. But my body didn't seem to move freely, and I struggled vainly to allow one thing to insert into my cheeks and anus.

Don't get unusually excited when you're kind of resisted in foster care.

"Mm-hmm."

Screaming stained whispers inside the warehouse. I grabbed the butt of the foster care with both hands as I heard it, stuck my hips out at once and started waving relentlessly.