Makoto Ogasawara, sleeping on her back on the bed, has her eyes covered with a warm wet towel, dyed her cheeks and relaxed.

For adolescent high school girls, even in swimsuits, exposure to breasts and groins should be quite resistant. So I can say it's a normal reaction to cover it up with your hands and hide it, like yesterday.

But Makoto Ogasawara's hands are attached beside his body, and he doesn't show a bare gesture that hides his chest and groin, as he did the other day.

It's proof that my distance from Makoto Ogasawara is exceptionally close in just one day. Furthermore, I felt that the credibility and trust were strong.

In addition to serious massage training, warm hot water from yesterday's shower seems to be working. You don't trust me anymore.

But I'm going to rub my breasts today. Likely to sprout vigilance again. So there's no reason to get distracted.

"Here we go. I'm going in through the lymph nodes under my armpit today, so can I have my hands crossed over my head?"

Makoto Ogasawara hesitated for a moment in my words. The practice of exposing your armpits would be a place for girls of your age to avoid if possible. It may not be as shameful as breasts and groins, but it is definitely one of the heads of embarrassing parts.

But Makoto Ogasawara, who held his hands up honestly, crossed them over his head as I instructed. This exposed him to a gentle white, beautiful armpit, and the twitchy, fruitful swelling lifted him up. This led to a marked rise in its shape from above the swimsuit. And by being pushed up, the valley of the chest is clearly visible from the neck.

When wearing a uniform, it is not possible to ascertain the shape and size of the uniform. Big tits, I can tell. And it's a school swimsuit, but because it doesn't fit the size of my body, I'm pushing my boobs in because of it.

That's understandable if you look at the breasts overflowing from your neck by being pushed up. This seems bigger than I imagined.

Exposed white, smooth armpits. Whether it is handled beautifully, or whether it originally has thin body hair, it is so tight that I can't even peek at the signs of shaving. I accidentally swallowed up gokuri and spit, desperately containing the lust that had gushed.

Drop the luxury lotion you had in your hand over Makoto Ogasawara's belly and apply it with both hands on it.

"Hiccup!?

Makoto Ogasawara caught the corner of his mouth and shook his lips as he slipped his palm stained with plenty of lotion from the abrasive to the top, causing Bikun and his body to jump. Apparently it's pretty ticklish.

He slipped his palm from the abrasive to the underarm, passing beside his abundant breast, at which point he felt soft by the time he was unusual. My hands touched my breasts.

"Nhi-ha, ah-ha, hi-ha, ku, tickle, yuck"

I was in a hurry for a moment, but the person couldn't stand the tickle created from his hand slipping from the abrasive to the underarm without worrying about being touched by his breasts, so I laughed and turned away.

Ignoring such a Makoto Ogasawara, I even continued to massage.

Go up from the armpit to the back of the two arms and fold back around the elbow. Each time Makoto Ogasawara made his body jump and laugh, but ignored it all.

An hour after the start of the massage, changes began to appear in the condition of Makoto Ogasawara.

As usual, although he made his body jump from time to time, he stopped laughing and was changing and starting to rough his breath. Plus I dye my cheeks and ears bright red, otherwise my whole body is getting red, and I'm starting to sweat. I guess the tickle has turned into comfort.

Tickling is all that sensitive evidence. By carefully repeating the stimulus, you get used to the tickle and it starts to turn into pleasure.

Confirming that, once I let go of both hands, I drooled a ton of lotion down Makoto Ogasawara's busty chest.

I'm going to touch my breasts. But I'm not going to say anything. I have told her beforehand to rub her breasts, and she has been acknowledged. Then there's nothing wrong with touching it.

Besides, if you go out of your way to double-check it even though you have the approval, you can just make Makoto Ogasawara cover it. It's only a massage, and I silently tell them that I think I'm just like the rest of them without being aware of anything. That should be easier for Makoto Ogasawara.

With his hands on both sides of Makoto Ogasawara, he gradually headed up from the side of his breast and back to the side before reaching the apex.

Makoto Ogasawara, touched by her breasts, tightened her lips for a moment, but quickly pulled out her strength. And they say nothing, but it stays.

As I expected, Makoto Ogasawara doesn't try to resist one thing. Then I'll just keep massaging clerically.

This is the right place. If it seems unpleasant even for a moment here, there is a risk that the building blocks of trust that have been built up in the tunnel will collapse at once.

It is only important to thoroughly massage and make them feel comfortable. It does not stick to the breast, but rubs and unwraps from the side of the abrasive to the armpit, on the back of both arms, and without precipitation as it flows. To make you assume that the breast is only a passing point and is what you need for a massage.

Three hours had passed since the start of the massage and the time for the end was imminent.

I'm just tired today. The nervousness put weird forces in my body, and my whole body was careless because of how much my spirit was cut off.

"Uh-huh, uh-uh"

Makoto Ogasawara, who has no reason to know what's inside of me like that, keeps making a sweet whisper without being shy. My favorite is under my armpit and behind my arms, and beside my breast and under my clavicle. Besides that, it's under my breasts. In short, almost everything seems to feel good.

The way a man rubs his breasts and gasps, he can no longer call it clear pity. He's about to drown in pleasure.

"Uh, I'm sorry I seem to give you water where it feels good, but I'm tired, so I'm done for the day"

I said that and turned my neck when I took my hands off my breasts. You're really tired. But it was worth the attention, and I completed the breast massage I thought would be the hardest to navigate.

"Higu, Higuku...... Kimochi good luck Higu"

Makoto Ogasawara, who said so with a sweet voice that seemed to melt out now, then didn't try to move for a while. Apparently, he was immersed in the aftertaste of comfort and his body was powerless.

A week had passed since then, and Makoto Ogasawara had given me all of his body.

Seeing how Makoto Ogasawara was doing, it seemed fine whenever he was in the final stages, but I dared to spend the past week on a full body massage.

In a depressed state, he reaches his buttocks from the back of his neck to his shoulders, from there through his back, from behind his thighs to his calves, folding back to the back of his neck. At that time, don't forget to rub and solve the area where the abundant breasts crushed by depression stick out to the side.

Then, as he lays on his back, he goes through his clavicle from his neck, carefully rubbing and unwrapping his breasts into circles, and through his belly to his thighs. From there, as he passed through the tibia and reached the candle, he headed towards the lymph nodes of the groin.

Further insert the thumb from the gap in the swimsuit covering the groin into the interior and press directly next to the female genitals.

Makoto Ogasawara, who showed no bare gestures to resist those acts and, on the contrary, remained unspoken, began to soak up his comfort with disgrace diminishing day by day, without hesitation.

"I think I'll go into a constipation relief massage today"

It was expected that it would be right around the time, and I uttered that word with a face that didn't eat anything.

"Heh? BEN...... YES!?

Makoto Ogasawara, who slept lying on his bed waiting for a massage, looked up at me to see if he had just been poked in the face.

"Women tend to be particularly constipated. Constipation relief massage seems to be popular. But mastery seems to require a lot of training. Besides, not many people seem to be trained to do that."

With a book in one hand, I said so and saw Makoto Ogasawara. Makoto Ogasawara, seen by me, blushes with a sassy glance.

"That's strange. There are a lot of people who want to take it until they pay for it, but when it comes to practice, they have a hard time finding someone. But, well, I'm not worried about that."

Makoto Ogasawara, who listens to my words in silence, neither accepts nor rejects them.

My massage I've ever had must have been really sweet. Besides, she is feeling better, and her skin gloss and hair gloss have increased and moisturized before.

Makoto Ogasawara, who was originally quite famous as a beautiful girl, now had an exceptional reputation.

Got cute. Beautiful. For adolescent girls, no, for all the women of the world, that's too sweet a seductive whisper.

"The biggest cause of skin roughness in women seems to be constipation. I guess that's all the bad effects on the human body to say that it accumulates waste in the body. That's where the massage comes in."

"… I see"

Makoto Ogasawara nods cocklessly as he brightly colors his face in red to my words that drool with paleness and perplexity.

On top of the trust I've built up so far, I've been massaged all over my body, and Makoto Ogasawara seems to be diminishing my perception that I'm heterosexual. Moreover, it is also logical to develop a desire to try out constipation relief massage if it is being explained its usefulness where it is being embedded in a massage with pleasure.

I'll give you more decisive words here.

"It seems to feel pretty good"

"Please"

A creature vulnerable to desire, such as a human being.

At the reception point, I head to the couch with Makoto Ogasawara asleep on my bed. And I took the bag I left on the couch in my hand to take out what I had prepared in advance.

"I'm sorry, could you get dressed"

It was a white bikini that was removed from the bag. As I look back and show that bikini to Makoto Ogasawara, I ask.

"Yeah? Do I have to get dressed?

I thought showing a bikini would reveal some disgust, but it seems like a hassle.

"You know, how much do you think I've done with this? Besides, I bought it by myself. How embarrassed I am."

Shows a disgraceful bareback while staring at Makoto Ogasawara.

You can buy as many women's swimsuits as you want. Other than that, it would be women's underwear but clothes, but I can buy as much as I want. I don't know what anyone else thinks. This way.

"Uh, I didn't ask you..." Huh? I don't think so...... YES!?

Makoto Ogasawara, jumping out of bed, stared at the bikini in my hand as he rushed over to me. And he's trembling with his face bright red.

"Isn't this an Italian brand? It's very expensive..."

Makoto Ogasawara stares at the bikini with sparkling eyes. I didn't think I was interested in the brand product because of its appearance qualities, but it still seems to be intriguing to adolescent high school girls.

"Come on, you don't know. I just bought it because I thought it would be a good fit for a massage"

"But you don't sell this stuff to regular department stores, do you? Where the hell did you get it from?"

Explain it appropriately, he's going in with a ghoul.

"You can go anywhere. It doesn't matter now. Whether you wear it or not, that matters now. And if it's not a bikini, there's a lot of problems."

"I'll wear it! I will definitely wear it!

Makoto Ogasawara, who snorted with shining eyes and listened properly to my explanation, received without hesitation when I offered him a bikini.

"This brand will give you about three months of my allowance, I guess"

"Okay, so get dressed appropriately. I'm sitting on the couch."

That's what I said to Makoto Ogasawara, who raised the bikini and looked at it, and I headed to the couch.

"Don't look at me, will you?

"Yes, sir."

Answer with your hands up to the voice you called from behind.

"Absolutely, isn't it? Absolutely. Absolutely.

He said, "I know."

I returned it as if I was stunned by a voice asking persistently, sitting on the couch and keeping my back on my back. And kill your breath and clear your ears.

Gossogoso and the sounds of things that can be heard. Makoto Ogasawara is completely naked in the same space without any separation. It's an unthinkable behavior.

I'll never see more than I said I wouldn't. Makoto Ogasawara trusts me so much. I'm not actually going to see it. You don't have to do that, because at dawn when my measures are complete, you can see them rot.

Makoto Ogasawara, dressed in a white bikini, stood before me with his right hand covering his chest and his left hand covering his groin.

Rich breasts that you can't hide. Unlike when I was covered in cramped school swimsuits, I was trying to expose the laziness and its full content.

It's still bigger than I thought. And the shape is good for the big one.

"Oh, don't look too much. Wow, I don't have a balance between my chest and my shape, so I feel weird..."

Makoto Ogasawara, leaning down with a bright red face, whispers, yes.

"Chest size doesn't really matter to massage. So never mind."

Makoto Ogasawara swelled his cheeks and turned to me only to penetrate the clerical response. I know you wanted me to say it wasn't weird, but with that, I would be aware of Makoto Ogasawara as a heterosexual. That could create resistance to massage.

"Thank you, swimsuit."

Makoto Ogasawara muttered so grumpy as he turned his back and swelled his cheeks.

"Never mind. Then I'll start massaging."

"Lie down in bed, right? I know, about that."

Makoto Ogasawara, pointing his lips and saying so, muttered, "Blunt," etc., to the bed.

I'm very grateful that you think I'm blunt. In fact, instead of being blunt, because it makes Makoto Ogasawara fall to the bottom of Nara, it is trial and error while reading its thoughts and actions.

Makoto Ogasawara is blunter and dumber if you ask me.

Makoto Ogasawara falling asleep in bed lying down, as usual. Standing beside it, I'm dropping my gaze on an open page of a book with one hand.

Now, before we get started, we need to convince you enough from Makoto Ogasawara. That's all the massage from this one has a high hurdle.

"Constipation relief massage, but it will stimulate the anus directly. Then I had to unload my swimsuit, so I had my bikini change. You have to be naked in a school swimsuit."

"To? In person? Drop him off?"

Makoto Ogasawara, with Gabba's face up, pulled his face when he looked at me with momentum.

"Do you know how to teach your baby to bowel movements? Stimulate your anus with your fingers. The principle is the same as that. But when it comes to eliminating constipation in adults, it takes advanced technology."

"Huh? Hey, that's just..."

Makoto Ogasawara, who turned one hand behind his back and hid his ass, shook his neck small and sideways with a bright red tide on his face. I have not rejected it in words, but my attitude indicates rejection.

Well, that's a natural reaction.

With a small sigh, I glanced as I moved my gaze from the book to Makoto Ogasawara.

"You have every right to refuse."

"Oh, no, right? Haha, I know..."

As he stares at Makoto Ogasawara, Makoto Ogasawara, who turns his gaze sassy, has a drawn grin.

"This is a massage"

"It's not an indecent act. It seems that way because your thoughts are obscene, doesn't it?

Even if I don't tell you everything, Makoto Ogasawara will take the liberty of explaining and answering. It's proof that you're embedded in my strategy by the time it's perfect.

Makoto Ogasawara is not disgusted by being massaged directly into her anus. I guess it's just embarrassing.

"I'll give it to you"

"I don't have any feelings for you. I just want to be a first-rate masseuse."

"So."

"Don't be over-conscious. Don't think a little cute and a guy would lust anyone."

"Hence."

"You just have to have my massage. Right?

Makoto Ogasawara says everything I want to say. It's worth the attention we've been rubbing in.

"If I know, I won't say anything else. Here we go."

"Hey, it's Rika."

Makoto Ogasawara, who fitted into the strategy, finally accepted. However, Makoto Ogasawara convinced me to do nothing.

Now it is possible to enter the final phase. From here, you will fall to the bottom of Naruto as you roll down the ramp.

Turn your hands to the waist of Makoto Ogasawara and lift them up.

"Yeah, yeah, fix me in this position."

"Ugh, I'm already so embarrassed"

Keep your torso asleep on the bed, only lift your ass. It's dressed like a scalpel.

"If you stay asleep, you're gonna have to get your swimsuit down there. Even I'm trying not to embarrass you at all. What if we go back to the way we were?

"Yes, no, it's fine as it is, I'm sorry"

Makoto Ogasawara, who looks sober in my words, is not going to complain any more.

Drop the swimsuit in a sleeping position and the swimsuit with your ass up. Which would be more embarrassing, with your ass up.

If you drop your swimsuit with your butt up, you'll see your anus. In time, the female genitals will also be exposed. But I don't think Makoto Ogasawara, who is asleep, understands the situation well.

"Then I'll get you down. 'Cause I'll minimize the need."

"Shh, I'm sorry, you've been so careful..."

She's going to be visually raped and tricked around her anus and female genitals, but she's a thankful idiot. No matter how much I've built up my trust, there's more to it than a dumb one.

Most importantly, everything is going well because of it.

Put your hands on the white swimsuit covering your ass and slowly lower it down. Makoto Ogasawara, who thereby shook his piqun and ass, squeezed his lips with a gnawed eye. With its face, ears and entire body colored bright red.

White ass that will be dewy enough for the swimsuit to be unloaded. And at the center of the cracked buttocks in two, a beautiful, thin peachy anus appeared. Underneath it I see female genitals.

Is the hair still thinner? And I see signs of taking care of it. Proof that I assumed if I took off my swimsuit.

It's also funny to say that you were supposed to resist and eventually be seen.

"I won't let you down any more. Don't worry, I don't see any important parts for women."

"Or I'm sorry you're overlapping..."

Makoto Ogasawara, with his eyes tightly closed, thanked me with a trembling voice. Actually, I can see all the anus and the female genitals.

"I think you're gonna be a little hysterical."

"Ha, yes - hiccup!? Ugh."

Dropping a lotion from the top of your ass, that lotion hits your anus and your ass shivers in a freak. I drooped the lotion all over my ass as it was, ready to go.

First of all, don't rush it anyway. In front of me is a protruding anus and female genitals. I really want to knock him down, but don't rush him. If you rush here, it's all over.

"Hih."

Place your hands on your left and right buttocks and gently stroke them around. And I carefully apply the lotion.

After getting used to being touched that way for a while, I opened my buttocks left and right the next time.

"Ah."

Did you feel the opening, Makoto Ogasawara trembling with his piqun and butt, but he doesn't show a bare gesture to resist?

Looking at how things are, he still seems to meditate his eyes with a bright red face, bored with shame but desperately enduring.

This is the key. Massage in the end, trying to get your ass stroked around. Nothing dangerous, just comfortable. It needs to be rubbed in.

Rub your buttocks and open left and right as you make a cuckoo noise on.

The thin peachy anus, which is closed cuddly, opens to the left and right for a moment and puts a hole in it, but it closes quickly.

I stroked my buttocks extensively and rubbed them off while trying not to touch my anus.

Three hours pass and today's massage ends.

As usual, Makoto Ogasawara, who exposes her anus and female genitals only by poking her ass up, had also untied a lot of strong tension by the end of the massage, but had not reached the point of barking her breath and whispering, as she had done until yesterday.

Raising his swimsuit and announcing the end of the massage, his buttocks, which had been thrust up, fell off and his eyes, which had until then been tightly closed, opened tightly.

"Good luck..."

Makoto Ogasawara, who is bright red to his ears, gets out of bed slowly when he says so more shyly than usual.

Until the day I left, Makoto Ogasawara's ears remained bright red and his mouth count was low.

Day three in the final phase. I'm still mocking Makoto Ogasawara's ass today.

Makoto Ogasawara, dressed in a white bikini, still meditates on her eyes, turning her ears bright red and poking her ass up like a scalpel.

And swimsuits being unloaded halfway along, and exposed anus and female genitals.

"Mm-hmm... Phew... ahh... mmm..."

On the first day he was too nervous and shameful, Makoto Ogasawara, who didn't even raise his voice, but after three days he began to sound sweet.

He rubs his buttocks and spreads them to the left and right. And you get visually raped for packing open anus.

Regardless, the fact that the anus can be spread from left to right means that the female genitalia can be spread from left to right at the same time.

He says it doesn't look like Makoto Ogasawara, but when he spreads his buttocks to the left and right, he sees the puckered and cracked female genitals round.

A pot of meat that can even be described as grotesque, so disproportionate to Makoto Ogasawara, who remains adorable and young.

Hida attached to the left and right and slight swelling visible at the apex. Perhaps the skin wrapping around the pubic nucleus is booming.

The fact that female genitals were exposed made it possible to know to some extent the mental state of Makoto Ogasawara.

Rub and unwrap your buttocks and spread them to the left and right. Repeating it over and over, a slight overflow of fluids appeared from the female genitals with a hint of plush and tedious viscosity.

Definitely a love liquid. Makoto Ogasawara says he feels comfortable to the extent that he overflows the love liquid. Most likely due to shame.

"It's time to start a full constipation relief massage"

Talk to Makoto Ogasawara, whose eyes are closed, rubbing his left and right buttocks that are being poked up. Then Makoto Ogasawara, who opened his eyes to his surprise, turned his gaze only to me.

"Heh? Seriously, hadn't we started yet?

"Naturally. If constipation had been eliminated after just rubbing your ass, constipation would have disappeared from the world."

"... oh, you're right"

Makoto Ogasawara gets stuck with me and rubs my ass.

I seem to be used to getting my ass rubbed and being seen raped because of the fact that I opened my eyes and was able to have a normal conversation. Still, my ears are bright red.

"But why didn't you start right away? Three days, that... rub, that's all, right?

You questioned me, Makoto Ogasawara asks me that in a whisper.

"Of course not. If you start out in earnest all of a sudden, you may not do well due to tension or shame, or you may experience pain. So I took the time to focus on relieving the tension."

Makoto Ogasawara, who heard that word of mine, looked at me chilly with only his gaze, laughing lightly and stumbling.

"... thank you for your attention"

And I thanked him in a low voice.

Anus and Female Genital Visually Raped Quotes, Stupid Woman Getting Her Ass Fucked And Thanked For Good.

I added lotions to my ass as I was stunned by the silliness of Makoto Ogasawara.

Finally, I came to the point of squirting my anus directly around. A month and a little bit to get here. If you pass, it's a moment.

I made sure enough lotion stained my hands, stroking my left buttocks with my left hand, while letting my right index finger touch my anus.

"Mmm."

Makoto Ogasawara, shaking his pikun and ass, raises a slightly sweet voice.

Anus is the organ that excretion takes place and excretion is an important act for animals. Absolutely must be done. That's why I'm able to go ahead and do it, to accompany pleasure.

In other words, gentle caressing of the anus should create a sense of comfort.

Forcefully suppressing the feeling of deviation, slowly and carefully, gently and carefully stimulating the anus with your fingers, the anus tightens cuddly, releasing the fingers and putting down time, the tension breaks off and the hiccups.

As I tangled the lotion in my fingers and gradually unwrapped my anus with my fingers, the tip of my fingers began to swallow into my anus.

"Ah................................................................ Phew"

You haven't noticed that your fingers are intruding into your anus, especially Makoto Ogasawara, who doesn't show the bare gesture to resist, has a sweet enough chirp to be heard clearly.

After caressing the area near the anus for three days, the anus itself may be unraveled, and the fact that it is twisted around with a finger may create the illusion that the surface of the anus is simply stimulated with the finger.

If you can't do it, it can be painful, noticed with your fingers inserted into your anus, and possibly resisted. So only the tip portion of the first joint of the index finger is allowed to penetrate. I didn't push in any further and kept going in and out of the mud.

As he stroked his buttocks with his left hand, he let the tip of his right index finger penetrate the interior of his anus, and an hour passed after he started going in and out.

"Huh... Huh... Huh... Mmm"

The lotion is great. High lubricity eliminates most of that resistance, even if you let your fingers enter the organ for original excretion. And then its smoothing viscosity doubles the pleasure.

I was only letting the tip of my index finger penetrate, but in just one hour, Makoto Ogasawara's anus was about to swallow up to the second joint of my index finger on its own.

When you get here, you'll know that your fingers are just inside your anus. However, it was determined that it accepted the fact because it did not show any resistance.

Little force has been put into it. I'm not even going to push it in. There's a finger to the anus, just a slight force, and then the finger gets sucked in.

And when pulling through, Makoto Ogasawara showed an unprecedented change.

Excretion creates pleasure. The same goes for spitting swallowed fingers. With little resistance, to his fingers being lukewarmly pulled out, Makoto Ogasawara's buttocks trembled, his anus tightening loosened, and he could be seen losing strength from his entire body.

"Ha... Huh... Huh... Huh..."

Exhale when swallowing fingers and inhale when pulling out. I didn't learn it from anyone, it's a breathing technique produced by Makoto Ogasawara himself to make it easier for my fingers to get in and out. I guess that's because I knew that would double my comfort.

If you look at Makoto Ogasawara, you can tell. The pleasure of getting your fingers inserted and pulled out of your anus is enormous.

By the end of the three hours, Makoto Ogasawara's anus was about to swallow my index finger to the root.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."

The naughty, naughty index finger enters and exits the anus, and a sweet whisper goes up along with it.

The anus was so untied and flexible that it was also possible to put two fingers in it. It's going really well. I'm so scared that things are going too well.

But no rush. Take your time and develop it until it reaches its peak only with your anus.

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