Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

It took several minutes to inject hot water from the syringe into the intestines of the true harp.

But it's five hundred milliliters. Even if it's massive as an enema, it's not enough for my stomach to stick out.

The luxurious inner part of it makes me starkly angry. Well, the amount of hot water that can be injected during foster care is also different digits.

Still pretty painful, there continues to be a small chopping breathing noise in the bathroom.

Makoto is bent forward, hands on the wall, feet shoulder-width apart and butt out. A brown rubber tube extends from its true harp anus.

Injected with as much as five hundred millilitres of hot water, the bullish and trembling maharaji was spraying ball-like sweat all over his body.

The figure was hilariously funny, and then obscene.

I put the syringe on the floor, and I reached for the rubber tube connection, which is close to my anus.

This rubber tube is made exclusively for enemas, but not medical supplies. Developed for sexual play only. As a result, the rubber tube can be disconnected from the way.

Its purpose is to move with enemas applied, that is to say, to accommodate outdoor instruction.

Moreover, the instrument inserted in the anus is equipped with an anti-reflux valve, so even if the rubber tube is disconnected from the middle, it will not reflux.

"Makoto, can you get up?

When I detached the rubber tube, I bent forward and moved to the side of the trumpet with my hands on the wall, asking.

Makoto, who nodded cocoon, wakes himself up slowly.

Unlike glycerin solution which forces excretion this time, it is just hot water. Even if it is massive, it will still be tolerable.

"All right, then we're moving."

True harp with his right hand against the wall and his lower abdomen pressed with his left hand and slightly forward bent, nodded to my words it was time to move.

I didn't think he was out, but if you look closely, his lower abdomen is sticking out just a little. It seems possible to simulate pregnancy by increasing the amount of hot water that can be injected with training.

Makoto, who moved to the center of the bathroom, looked at me as he turned his body. Looks like we're waiting for the next instruction.

When I saw it and took the plastic chair I had left in the corner of the bathroom, I moved to the center of the bathroom where the true harp was located. And place a chair on the floor.

"You're going to serve me, but I'm not going to talk about you serving me before that. So I'll wash your body."

That's what I said and urged Shinji to sit in the chair.

True harp, who looked surprised, slowly lowered his hips after showing a often troubled bare gesture.

"Uh-oh."

And he crooks his face at the same time as he drops his hips down on the chair, making a sweet scream with a hot exhale.

I guess sitting in a chair pushed the apparatus in my anus into the back.

Zeze and his breathless true harp stretched his hips resolutely as he dripped several muscles of sweat down his cheeks.

"I can wash myself about my body. I want to make my service to my husband a priority over that. Excellent meat potty would say that."

I asked Makoto, sitting in a chair with perseverance, grinning.

Then True Harp shakes his head to the side in full.

Well, do you deny my questioning?

"Huh, if it's normal, maybe it is... Aoi isn't that kind of person"

I snorted at Makoto for saying so. And as he turns to the front of the true harp, he kneels on the spot.

"Well said, yes, that's fine"

It's not a bad thing to read ahead with independence and act for them. Trying to ignore my orders and do it for me is one way to say meat potty.

But I try to do it for me. If you ignore my feelings at the heart of it, you end up just empty.

What do I want? The key is to feed the eyes that read it first.

That's unusually good in foster care, by the way.

But does True Harp understand? What it means to say I wash my body.

I grinned inside and took the body soap and rubbed my hands together as I stood on my knees. Hot water was added there, body soap was added, hands were rubbed, and a large amount of foam was produced.

Then I'll wash it.

That's what I said. I reached for my hands, and I touched the neck of the trumpet.

"Huh."

With her eyes narrowed and her sweet voice leaked, Makoto raises her chin for easy washing.

I rubbed my neck muscles with both hands and slowly slipped my hands down from there.

shoulders from the raised clavicle, and arms. Makoto, who raised his right hand forward without saying anything, stares at me with his moist eyes as he roughed his breath.

Moving to the side, I reached the palm of my hand rubbing the right arm of True Harp with both hands. So I carefully wash each finger.

I washed my left arm using the same procedure when my right arm was over and I turned to the other side.

When I finished washing both arms, and there I joined the body soap to produce bubbles, I turned behind the true harp.

He figured out what I was going to do with my actions. True harp tied up cleverly when he wrapped his long dark hair around his hands. But I couldn't let go of my hands because I didn't have anything to fasten, and I looked around with a troubled face.

There would be no way in the bathroom where a man lives alone there would be equipment or tools to fasten his hair.

"Look, it's a rubber string for hair ties."

Unless, like me, you're prepared in advance.

The back that became dewy when the hair was tied up was as smooth as white magnet, but the fleshy true harp felt small.

She was quite tall, and then the true harp of her big tits told the story of her little back saying that she was in fact a luxurious girl.

When he finished washing his back, Makoto, who raised his hands again without saying anything, put those hands behind his head. Consideration would be given to making it easier to wash underarms and breasts.

I thought it would be considerate for a true harp, but I noticed it there.

Massage training. By massage training using lotion, it rubs into the heart and body of the true harp to say where to move.

With a little admiration, send your hands underneath your armpits.

"Huh."

Makoto, who reacted with a piqun, does not show a bare gesture of resistance while turning himself around.

Looking at such a true harp from behind, he slips his hand from underarm to abrasive, and when he reaches his hips, he returns to underarm again.

"Ahhhhhhh"

Makoto, who shows a reaction that is neither ticklish nor feels, endures desperately as he turns around.

When his armpit was terminated and the foam was filled again, he reached out from behind to his breast.

"Huh!? Awwwwww."

A stiff, dusty object was pressed against the palm of his hand in a mundane, elastic feel. As a result, Makoto bounced off his body with a bicun, and clearly changed his appearance before then, turning his body violently.

Tighter breasts than ever and more erect nipples than ever before.

Due to the desire for the peak and the large number of enemas received there, the sensitivity of the true harp seems to be rapidly increasing.

You said something stupid about wanting to breastfeed, but you really seem to be giving it momentum.

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

Play your nipples with your fingers as you slowly circle and wash your breasts. Makoto, who raises his sweet gasp each time, freaked out and cramped like funny.

Rough breath and sweet whispers echo in the bathroom, thereby increasing the amount of sweat that erupts from the body of the true harp, and the fever that carries rises.

Whether breathing or wheezing is creating a kind of trans state, it seems to be creating synergies as a result.

Keeping reason under this circumstance is a tricky move. That's why the pain also jumps a few times if you try to endure it.

While gently rubbing her breasts in circles, she plays her nipples with her fingers and picks them up and handles them.

True harp leaning back leaves his body behind me, eating and tying his teeth as he looks up at the ceiling.

Saliva dripping from the edge of the lips. I even endure the desire to be fully equitable.

True harp has become true harp too, and he may be concerned that his anus blame has become obnoxious earlier.

The thought of enduring even, without any nausea, as in the case of anal blame, comes from its eyes.

When that happens, it would be masculinity that makes me want to break my heart even if it is not.

He let his left hand slide downward as he caressed his right breast and nipples with his right hand.

"Hih-oh, no, no."

Slip your left hand straight towards your thighs as it passes through your belly and reaches your lower abdomen as you indulge in the appearance of a sobbing harp.

Then the thighs, which until then had been perfectly closed, were opened to the left and right.

Honest and good.

I slipped my left hand toward my inner thigh, and I slipped my hand toward the base of my crotch.

"Uh-oh, no, no, no, no."

My left hand, which stopped moving sharply at the base of my crotch, turned toward my knee without touching my genitals.

My right hand is still rubbing my right breast and stimulating my nipples with my fingers.

I am clever.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

True harp, still freaking out and spasmodic, is letting his cheeks transmit tons of sweat as he leans back and looks up at the ceiling.

It seems to be at its peak, but it's not satisfactory. He is eating and tying his teeth with a sweet scream.

Still, it's the inner mental strength that keeps you awake. This will keep me out of it.

But this is where my blame comes from.

I took my hands off the back of True Harp, and when I held the showerhead in my right hand, I twisted the lever and put out the hot water.

Then carefully wash away the bubbles on the body of the true harp.

When it was finished flushing, she stopped showering and removed the rubber string for the hair tie that was clamping the true harp's hair.

Long black hair that is wet all at once drips off the rubber string.

When I saw the luster, I knew very well that it was carefully cared for.

Let the water out of the shower again and carefully wet the dark hair. And when I took the shampoo in my hand, I began to gently wash it so as to rub its dark hair.

Makoto, slightly frozen, has her hair honestly washed with her eyes closed.

Finish washing all the way through and rinse off the foam in the shower. And when the conditioner was carefully applied, it washed off again.

When I finish washing my hair, I take the soap and foam it. This soap is a substitute for infants. I naturally have no problems washing my face.

Turning to the front of the true harp, Makoto, who either guessed or scratched his hair up with both hands, closed his eyes and waited.

On the face of such a true harp, when the bubbles produced are adhered to the stronghold, it is washed gently to rub. And when I finished washing, I flushed the foam in the shower.

Now I've washed everything but the key parts. The only place left is the secret office.

"Makoto, get out of the chair and sit on the floor"

Makoto nodded cocklessly at my instructions and rose out of his chair.

True harp that didn't break his fortitude while he was washing his hair and face from me, but the massive amount of hot water injected into his intestines makes it look like a pretty painful situation.

Standing up from his chair, Makoto slowly lowered his hips onto the floor as he was. And I'm waiting for the next instruction.

"Put your hands behind your back. And open your crotch to the limit."

Upon that instruction and apparently realizing what he was going to do, Zhenqin nodded and followed the instruction when he looked at me chillily with his breathlessly moistened eyes.

He has his hands on the floor behind his back and his crotch open to the limit. I crouched between the crotches of the trumpet as I turned to the front of the trumpet exposed to such filth.

"Wash your female genitals better than this. I don't mind speaking out, but don't ever break this attitude."

True harp will naturally understand how harsh my instructions are. I can tell by the look on that face.

Still, Makoto nodded without any hesitation. He's going to put up with it.

"Okay, here we go."

That's what I said. I moved a bucket with hot water to the side, and I hung that water on my pasha pasha and female genitals.

True harp reacting with a piqun dyes his whole body to a pearlescent color as he moves his protruding breasts up and down hard.

I could see the tension in the massive amount of sweat being ejected.

My hands stretched out. The intense breath of true harp echoing in the bathroom.

"Ah."

Makoto, whose fingers on my right hand touched the female genitals while making Bikun and his body jump violently, turned his back backwards grossly.

Taking that as a signal, the blaming bitterness of hell began.

"Ahhhhhh."

The index finger of the left hand glances through the female genitals while rubbing the pubic nucleus erected with the thumb of the right hand.

"Ah, no, no, no, no, no. Uh-huh."

The crisp rubbing of the pubic nucleus with the thumb of his right hand echoes a tedious sweet scream. But the thumb movement stops on the verge of severe cramps.

Makoto, glancing over his back and sticking out his breasts and looking up at the ceiling, looked open to Zeze and his breath in absurdity.

End of caress one step ahead of you for a grand culmination. The so-called incarceration would be my first experience.

True harp, who doesn't seem to understand what happened, just opens his eyes and looks up at the ceiling.

"Nhihi!?

My fingers move out again before the top wave leaves completely. That bounced True Harp's body off with a bicum.

"Ah, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

True harp that makes the back you are lying on even more backwards and stifles your body gushing. But that's where my fingers stopped moving and I can't go any further.

"Ahhh - but I'm already rubbing..."

Is that an unconscious word, a true harp that roughs Zeze and his breath as he looks up at the ceiling, tells him so cut.

Looks like I finally got it. Give me the anti-inch twist. But it's only just begun. The real hell is coming.

"Makoto, do something about the filthy liquid that overflows from your place. This doesn't make it clean, wash it, wash it."

When I looked like I had bitten a bitter bug in a sloppy, endlessly overflowing love liquid, I threw up like that towards the true harp.

I dare say it, knowing there is nothing I can do about it.

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

I apologized while looking up at the ceiling, True Harp, but that's why I can't do anything. Because it's not something that leaves because you want to, and it's not something that can be stopped if you want to.

"I'll wash it off for now, so be careful not to leave."

That's what I say. Pasha the bucket of hot water towards the female genitals.

"Yes......"

True harp, absurd in his breath, replied with a trembling voice.

It's impossible not to let it out. I also know the true harp. Still replied. No, I just have to respond. And we just have to work hard.

Nevertheless, it is an indisputable fact that there is nothing we can do.

Yeah, I feel really good. I'm finally starting to feel like I'm teaching decent.

"Hih!? Ahhhhhhhh"

At the same time as I finished flushing the overflowing love fluid, I immediately began caressing the pubic nucleus and the female genitals.

The sweet screams echoing in the bathroom and the massive amount of love fluid overflowing from the female genitals that I cleansed because of it all at once.

"Hey, he's out again, come on."

"Ahhhhhhhhh"

"Hey, are you listening to me? You really don't listen to people."

"Ooh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. - Whoa, whoa, whoa."

Rub up the pubic nucleus, which is erect and congested to its limit, grizzly with your right thumb, and sweep through the female genitalia with your left index finger.

It is impossible to stop the love fluids that overflow every time they are caressed. Yet you are bewitched by me and desperately apologize for the true harp.

Its true harp body jumps victoriously, stopping the perfect caress at the moment when the whole body is stiff.

"Ahhh..."

Zeze and his breathless true harp leaked a small, uncut voice as he sprayed ball-like sweat from his entire body.

I won't let it end yet. Plead if you want to. You should plead miserably and pathetically. Still, I'm not crazy.

How much time has elapsed since inch stop tutoring was started?

The hands on the back are blubber and trembling, and that's just like thighs open to the limit. A good meaty, soggy white thigh is blubbering and shivering.

Rough breath echoing in the bathroom. More sweaty than before washing his body, True Harp looks up at the ceiling with his back up to the limit as he occasionally makes his body jump with a vicun.

And those open black eyes staring at the ceiling are already out of focus.

And the slightly bulging lower abdomen is infused with massive amounts of hot water.

True harp blamed for inching, suppressed excretion, and still not begging forgiveness.

Spiritual age kindergarten children in brain flower gardens can do it if they want to. I've reviewed it a little.

"How far are you a whore at all? You. Wash it, wash it, drool the filthy juice."

"Oh, my God, I'm sorry... Shh."

True harp who still honestly apologizes for my ruthless and hard words.

No, no, you work hard, it's actually a big deal.

Well, this is about it for your play, and suppose it's time to seriously blame it?

When I moved the bucket I had left next to me to the back, I leaned against it between the strands of the trumpet that were open to the limit.

"Huh?

"I washed it with my hands, but it didn't feel tight, so I decided to wash it up all at once."

Saying that to Makoto, who raised his dumb voice, he eagled Makoto's breasts with both hands. It has a very pleasant soft and elastic feel.

And then he pushed one of my things, which was all erect, onto the female genitals of the true harp.

"Oh, hey - no hey!?

When I stuck my hips up, Zuluri and one thing rubbed against my female genitals.

The female genitals, which are drooling with viscous love liquid, increase lubrication in rubbing up one thing, and then the pleasure runs through whenever the tight pubic nucleus is caught.

Better than expected.

Put a gibberish force into your hands, which are eagling your breasts, and pick up your nipples with your index finger and thumb. And I started waving my hips hard.

"Uhhhhhhhh"

Being blamed for both breasts and both nipples, Makoto, severely rubbed up the female genitalia and pubic nucleus by one thing, instantly ascends to and fills near the summit. But that's where my hips stopped moving perfectly, and I won't allow it to end.

"Ha, ha... ooh, ooh"

A rough breath that resonates and an uncut voice that leaks out. True harp, which still does not beg forgiveness, no longer appears to be beyond its limits.

Dropping covetousness from the edge of his lips, his unfocused swinging eyes staring at the ceiling.

The sweat being ejected from his whole body was dripping endlessly as if it were in a sauna.

You're like someone else when you were blaming your anus in the room. Feel the will as strong as steel.

Even if you keep inching like this, and that's the first time I've blamed you for 40 hours, I don't think fainting is the only way to beg for forgiveness.

There must have been something that made True Harp so determined, but there are no verses that come to mind.

Well, they're true harps, don't you see?

When I pulled my hands away from my eagle breasts, from between the trunk of the harp, I stood up and sat in my chair.

"Makoto, one of my things got dirty because you drool the filthy juice endlessly. Clean up."

With my hands in front of my chest, I command True Harp in a high-pressure manner.

Already the true harp of the bug's breath, still moving loosely, crawled on all fours and crawled towards me.

Whenever a true harp moves, a plump, trembling breast.

"Use big milk for that waste, too. You know how to use it? If you don't know, think."

Arriving in front of my groin, Makoto came closer on his knees when he heard my orders and nodded cocoon.

A bathroom where only rough breathing sounds. I guess I don't have the energy to respond either. Still frozen, Makoto pushed his breasts against one thing, pulling those breasts from left to right with both hands. And pinch one thing.

I never taught you anything about pussies, but you knew? Or did you come up with the right answer after thinking about it?

Well, if it's true harp that inserted and replaced the contents of my DVD, do you know about the pussy and deserve it?

Makoto, who pinched one thing with his breast, slowly began to shake its body. And when he lowers his face, he begins to caress the tip of one thing with his tongue.

It feels good inside to be caressed with a colored tongue while sandwiched by soft and tense breasts.

With that said, you haven't let it out since you put it inside in the warehouse.

"Knock."

The intense pleasure ran from one thing to the groin.

Dirty water noise called chupachupa that sounds in the bathroom. True harp sucked onto the tip of one thing. Besides, I didn't just smoke it. She caresses the tip by letting her tongue snap as she sucks.

That was so pleasant that it seemed to be unwittingly salivating.

The water noise of Chupachupa gradually turns to Jurjul.

True harp, which shakes his body, is sucking up the tip of one thing into his mouth as he handles one thing in his breast. And with my tongue tangled.

Not far into foster care, but still a tremendous amount of growth. I don't really think of her as a little girl with teeth until this time.

You seemed pretty depressed then. He probably hid from me and practiced voluntarily.

That's right, it's going to be over in a few minutes as it is.

I have nothing to say about it, but I have the will to be a man, too.

"Heh, heh, not yet. With that amount of skill, it won't be over forever."

Don't let them understand that the limits are close, it's just a strong attitude that doesn't break. It would be laughable if this was done easily.

I mean, by stirring up the harp, I hunted myself down.

"Umbu."

"Whoa!?

With such instigation from me, Makoto swallows one thing at a time when he sinks his face.

One tip rubbed against the wall of his throat, causing his comfort to run through, and his hips trembled unexpectedly.

One of them is pulled out of the zurli, and swallowed up to its limits.

"Kuh."

Sucking up one thing and tangling your tongue as you pull it out, you reach the back of your throat without hesitation when swallowing.

No movement, but no hesitation at all. It had compensated for the skills it lacked and brought tremendous pleasure.

Shit. Shit. Shit. As soon as it stays like this, it will be over.

I reached out in a hurry. My body moved before I even thought about it.

Picked with a giddy finger is the tip of my breast pinching one of my things. He had a nipple that was erect to the limit and bright red congested.

"Huh!?

Bikun and spasmodic Makoto stop that movement for a moment. When I stroked my ho chest down the gap, I breathed and calmed my spirit.

But once again, the pleasure strikes at the immediately restarted extraction.

I rolled the nipples I was picking and twisted them up, but True Harp doesn't try to stop that movement even though he's freaking out and spasmodic.

If this happens, I'll compare it to patience. Don't lick my spiritual strength.

"Ugh, ooh."

The moment Zuluri and one object are swallowed to the limit, the current runs up the urethra. Then Bhulu momentum and the desire was well exhaled.

I'm intoxicated by that immense pleasure.

Phew, well, good for you inside.

Kokukoku and Makoto's throat rang, and after a while Zuluri and one thing were pulled out. And Makoto, sucked on the tip, is sucking out the remnants of his desire remaining in the urethra with Churchul.

Burri and her body trembled unexpectedly in the unspeakable comfort of it.

Not while immersed in such a pleasant aftertaste, the head of the true harp sinks deep.

"Oh, come on, wait a minute"

Bikun and his body jumped because he had just ejaculated and was suddenly irritated by a sensitive area, and I grabbed the head of the true harp in a hurry. But Makoto, who swallowed one of my things to the limit, ignored me and started shaking his head.

"Kuh, hey, I know you're telling me to wait!

Closer to pain than pleasure. Is this what the woman looks like when she makes it last in a row?

This is unbearable pain.

"You're telling me not to! Ugh, hey, are you listening to me!?

A true harp that makes a jupoj pop dirty noise and shakes its head. Calling doesn't slow down the movement.

When I had no choice but to pull up the head I was grabbing, Zuluri and one thing were pulled out. But it sucks on the tip and tries the last resistance.

"Come on, man!

When I lifted the head of the true harp with all my might, a thing was pulled out if I made a sound with Jupong and forced it into the mouth of the true harp, and the true harp finally raised its face.

"Oh, hey... Makoto?

Makoto, with his tongue out of his mouth, is letting Lerorello beneath him.

dripping saliva and unfocused eyes.

"You... there's so much beyond the limit..."

True harp was no longer conscious.

As of inch stop hell, I know the limits were already exceeded. But I didn't expect you to keep moving even if you lost consciousness.

"This is just... admirable"

Beyond the limit. It's easy to say with your mouth. But how many people can actually do it?

Zhenqin let it run on him and showed him. They continued to endure their desire for supremacy and their desire for excretion. That's not all. Even when I lost consciousness, I kept torturing myself because I wanted to satisfy myself.

You're like a boxer who keeps fighting even when he's unconscious.

"Man, this has got to be rewarded"

I shrugged and held True Harp, and I left the bathroom behind.

In the meantime, let's drain the intestines in the toilet. The reward follows.