Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

At three ugly times when the grass also sleeps, I'm on my way to the computer with a laugh.

The image shown on the screen is Holstein. I'm not a big-titted woman with metaphorical expressions, I'm an authentic cow. That is an image of a dairy cow being milked in a cowshed.

"Kuku, no, no, this is just Makoto Ogasawara too... I guess Colo fools me. I can't stop laughing."

Download milking images of dairy cows and create sentences in the outline. Stick the image there.

Other images of dairy cows were synthesized into images about the massage, and descriptions were created and staked out in the outline.

When I cut my sleep and say what I'm doing, I'm making materials. It is a reference material for mastering advanced techniques in massage.

Regardless, most of them are cod, but at the same time that I direct them with words, and there are reference materials like this, Makoto Ogasawara will follow without question.

Now more than 50% of the books I've seen in front of Makoto Ogasawara are handmade by me.

"If you keep it subtly on the warehouse table, Makoto Ogasawara occasionally reads it. So you convince me on your own, so I can't help laughing."

I used a lot of commercially available books to the area around the whole body massage. I used to put all my handmade materials in it, but by the time I entered the constipation relief massage, my handmade materials had increased to 80%.

Breast milk promotion massage that will start this time. The content is something that you would never take on if you were normal.

The fabricated material shown on the computer screen. When I look at that title, it squirts.

"If you're talking about breast milk, ask the cow! Dairy cows are the breast milk professionals!

Such incitement complaints are written in bold, and the descriptions with images continue to uneven underneath them.

Images of Holstein being milked in a milking machine or by manpower. Those images are accompanied by descriptions of the similarities between dairy cows and humans, how to increase the amount of breast milk, and how to improve breast milk production.

What I'm trying to do. That's Zubari milking. There is no breast milk coming out of Makoto Ogasawara's breasts. It would be funny if I got out, but I wouldn't just get out. But there's nothing wrong with not answering. I practice assuming that my breast milk is bad, so I can say as much around it as I want. In the meantime, if you match this reference material, Makoto Ogasawara will almost certainly swallow it.

Have a set of reference materials and tools created almost all night in the bright morning and attend school early.

In middle school I punched into studying all night long, but to be honest, it was hard. No matter how desperately I tried to pack it, my brain had limits, and I gradually realized my limits. That was the bottom of my heart.

But if you want to sink Makoto Ogasawara to the bottom of Natsuo, my brain will keep awakening indefinitely. If I could have directed this motivation towards studying, maybe I could have surpassed my brother.

This past week, Makoto Ogasawara has been summoned to the science room in the early morning to accuse him of exposure by calling it taking an anal record, but gradually thickening the test tube has resulted in a clearer exposure of the interior of the anus and an extraordinary rise in shame to blame Makoto Ogasawara.

Moreover, although Makoto Ogasawara still shows a disgraceful bare gesture, he seems to be definitely becoming resistant to exposure and, on the contrary, seems to be getting his underwear unloaded in the science room and fitted into being inserted into the anus of the test tube.

Again, Makoto Ogasawara seems to have the qualities of exposure.

The anal development that was happening in the warehouse after school in parallel, but exposure tutorials in the science room stimulated the shame of Makoto Ogasawara, and it was customary for that tension and anxiety to explode in the warehouse.

Thanks to this, I succeeded in adding equine habits only to my anus. Using the tool made it easy to culminate, but even a finger can sufficiently culminate over time.

Therefore, yesterday, after the tutorial, I told Makoto Ogasawara that I would enter a new massage tomorrow.

Makoto Ogasawara's reaction to this was something that seemed unfortunate even though he honestly agreed. Probably thought your favorite anal massage would be over. They seem to feel so good about the summit at the anus.

Well, the worry about Makoto Ogasawara ends in concern. Anyway, from this time on, simultaneous anal and breast development. In other words, the pleasure itself doubles more definitely than when it is only the anus. Knowing that fact, Makoto Ogasawara, who is being swallowed by the whirlpool of pleasure, will sink into the sea of pleasure even more abundantly.

At dawn when breast development is over, we enter the development of the pubic nucleus. Among the sexy bands of women, the pubic nucleus has the highest sensitivity. Once that development is over, Makoto Ogasawara will no longer be captivated by pleasure, and the bottom of Nara is now.

A butterfly trapped in a spider's nest will be repeatedly entangled with its beautiful wings (splines) by spider threads, making it no longer possible to escape.

Finish the recording meeting in the science room and, as usual, note the perverted observation record in the notebook.

As he ran a pen on his notebook, looking next to him with a chillary side, Makoto Ogasawara, who was bent forward, hands on the table, feet shoulder-width apart and butt out, does not try to move as he stands.

I usually put my underwear back on and leave the science room first.

Makoto Ogasawara, whose breath is rough with a bright red face, is she excited because she was scattered and raped by a test tube through her anus and then photographed?

I thought it was time to move, but it's still what I thought.

"Oh, um..."

Makoto Ogasawara whispered to me running a pen on my notebook silently.

Tutoring in the science room is primarily driven by shame, which in itself does not give much pleasure. In short, Makoto Ogasawara has never reached its peak in the science room.

For Makoto Ogasawara, who loves to be twisted around her anus, her tutoring in the science room is an important process for exploding in the warehouse, while at the same time becoming insatiable.

I mean, one of these days, I thought you were gonna sue me for being crazy. Furthermore, today is the last day of the Record Club, and starting tomorrow, there will be no more pleasant Record Club in the Science Room. I thought it was today if it was going to work, but my predictions were brilliant.

But it seems that Makoto Ogasawara is really shy to say that it was the last day he moved out. If we don't get cornered, we can't get into action.

"Hmm? What's up?

When he looks up and shifts his gaze from his notebook to Makoto Ogasawara, the slightly top-down Makoto Ogasawara has his hands together in front of his skirt, wrapping around his torso and himself. Its face and ears are red as they burn.

Moreover, the white underwear being lowered to the knee remains intact, with the love fluid overflowing from the female genitals conveying the inner thighs by anal observation. Then he was dressed properly in uniform, conceiving the contradiction of combining precisely clarity and obscenity, creating a luster to the point of abnormality.

"Hey, today, that... that's it, isn't it?

Shaking eyes and trembling lips. A whisper that seems to disappear into it.

Makoto Ogasawara probably desperately thought about it before he picked up today. Try to include me in order to survive the recording meeting. And I must have repeated it in my brain over and over again.

Don't even know it's been spotted from me.

"Oh, I haven't seen any particular anomalies in my anus in the last week's observation. And the stools seem to increase and be good before, and the complexion and skin gloss are good. So now we're going to end anal observation and recording."

Makoto Ogasawara, listening to my words in silence, responded pickly to the word stool, making his red face even brighter red and leaned down. But when I bit my lower lip, he looked up and stared straight at me.

Now, what the hell is Makoto Ogasawara going to do? And how are you going to get me in the truck? I'm very excited.

"Ji, actually..."

"Hmm?"

Shaking eyes and trembling whispers. I can see it all being driven by agitation and anxiety. You're trying to fit me into a plan, and now you're distrusting them.

In addition to that inner personality and masochism. Makoto Ogasawara is not good at guiding people's psyches in their discourse.

"Oh, my butt..."

"Ass? What? What's wrong with your ass? Is that uncomfortable, too? Or the pain?

Makoto Ogasawara's eyes swayed wide, left and right, and his trembling voice shivered even more and he's going to disappear now. In response to the suspicious behavior of such a suspicious face loss, I was upset by Makoto Ogasawara's words.

Makoto Ogasawara, swallowing gokuri and spit, reassembles with his chest when he raises both hands he was putting together in front of his skirt, tangling his fingers together without hesitation. And gradually it tells me that I'm so nervous that I'm going to lose my breath.

"My butt... mumbles. So, uh, could you look into it in more detail?

Makoto Ogasawara's black and big eyes, who said so, moisten and stare at me uppermost as tears seem to overflow.

Trembling body and knee. Rough breathing. Bitten lower lip.

Makoto Ogasawara's measures were truly honest and straightforward.

I want you to observe better because I feel uncomfortable with my anus. But that's definitely a lie. Moreover, based on the choice of words, the true meaning of Makoto Ogasawara can be seen clearly.

Expression of tingling rather than pain or itching. Did you think that if you complained of pain or itching, you would be advised by me to go to the hospital? But it's the same. I usually advise her to go to the hospital.

So that's why I decided to poke him in the hole.

"Mumble? I didn't see any particular abnormality when I observed it. Then you'd better have an expert look at it."

"Chi, no!? Oh, that's not important! I just thought I should get some more observation from Mr. Castle Island because I'm just a little grumpy. What the hell!

Makoto Ogasawara is in a hurry waving his hands in front of his chest and at the same time waving his head sideways.

Going to the hospital would not be an issue. The problem is that the doctor tells me there are no abnormalities. When that happens, Makoto Ogasawara doesn't have the means to talk about me.

I'm the one who's in trouble when they go to the hospital. It would be obvious if the experts saw it. You should notice that Makoto Ogasawara's anus is dilated.

In that case, Makoto Ogasawara is likely to be asked various questions. And if you reveal the details of the massage you're getting from me, that's the end of it. But that's why I blame you here.

I'm going to the hospital. I'm going to be checked if there's no equals problem. equals, you won't be able to get your anus mopped early in the morning from me. equals, I don't like that. Makoto Ogasawara won't go to the hospital unless he feels so abnormal if he reaches the thought.

"Ho, it's really not a big deal. So! Just, uh, do you want me to keep observing..."

Makoto Ogasawara is violently upset that he was prompted by me to go to the hospital and panic. I will reach out to you there for salvation.

"Are you sure you don't have to go to the hospital?

Makoto Ogasawara nodded over and over when he said that while staring at Makoto Ogasawara worryingly, smiling all over here.

Look, now, it's time to blame me. I made it all the way up to blame. Good luck and make me talk.

"No, it's okay! It's really not a big deal.

Makoto Ogasawara complains so desperately with his voice up, as if to hitch a ride in the gap I showed him.

If it's no big deal, there's no point in continuing to observe it. If I told you that, Makoto Ogasawara would have no more hitters.

Damn, if you're going to talk me out of it, you should pack it tighter. I can't watch it as if it's full of holes. Well, as opposed to manipulating the measures, I understand that even if he gets poked in the hole in the measures, he doesn't have the flexibility to handle them ad hoc. That's why I want to be jealous, but I'll miss you here.

Even for me, I want to continue teaching exposure, so I have trouble getting past the hole and escaping to Makoto Ogasawara.

So I decided to forgive you around here. Except it's like he wants to be exposed from himself. If you want so much exposure, it'll be boring, just like before.

"Okay, I'll just take another look, because I'm not an expert. If it makes you uncomfortable, you should go to the hospital."

"Yes! Thanks!

Makoto Ogasawara nodded loudly with a smile when he replied well to me with a small sigh and a test tube and pen light in his hand.

Do you want to be so visually raped in your anus? I would say that there is no longer a shadow to see clear pity, but Makoto Ogasawara, who still creates a rather clear and pitiful atmosphere there, can be said to be amazing in a way.

Makoto Ogasawara, bent forward and with his hands on the table, stuck his butt out as I opened his legs shoulder-width apart. Standing in the front of that ass, I quickly inserted the test tube into my anus as I rolled up my skirt.

"Uh-oh, he's coming in. Uh-oh. Please adjust the position."

Makoto Ogasawara, freaking out and spasmoding his ass, begs to move the test tube with a sweet whisper.

Adjusting position, that's simply me moving the test tube in play, but Makoto Ogasawara seems to like it a lot. Instead of saying that, you want me to move the test tube and make it crazy.

But sweet. Ike gets it flashy in the warehouse. To do so, get as much depression as possible when you're exposed.

"I still don't see anything out of the ordinary from my eyes."

"Oh, is that right? Take a closer look, it's in the back."

Makoto Ogasawara, who ruffles his entire body and roughs his breath, twists his neck and turns only his face behind his back, staring at me sideways. The eyes seemed to have an unusual light that was not usually found in Makoto Ogasawara.

Reason is about to collapse. No more problems with anal exposure. When breast development is complete, it will be time to also bear in mind outdoor exposure naked. To that end, Makoto Ogasawara needs to be trained to endure further shame.

He will do anything as long as he steps. That's why you make sure you step firmly without distracting yourself.

Test tubes, some of which were as good as milk bottles, were pushed back to their limits and illuminated inside with pen lights. The increased thickness of the test tube makes the interior look really good.

More before to wrap mucus around over the glass, nagging meat walls.

The anus is really in good shape. This would make it easy to pinpoint the male roots. The appearance of a meat wall that wobbled together its mucus was not just an organ that excreted the contents of the intestine, but was now becoming an organ that exhaled a man's desire.

So in order to combine practicality, is it time to get used to excretion in public?

"I still can't seem to see the anomaly. Ogasawara, maybe there is an abnormality during excretion. So why don't you drain the test tube on your own?"

Asking Makoto Ogasawara, who was pretending and waving his white ass, his butt stopped moving.

"Is, emit…?

Makoto Ogasawara, staring at me on the sidelines, whispered so loudly that he coloured the reddish skin even more red, roughing his breath and cramping his ass.

I guess it's embarrassing. And I guess I'm comfortable being driven by that shame.

The pleasure is doubled by shame. It's definitely evidence that we've begun to fit into the exposure.

"Oh, just like in bowel movements. I'm going to be expelled, and I'm going to look inside the test tube to see if there's anything wrong."

Me speaking pale in the face and Makoto Ogasawara obviously excited to hear those words. That temperature difference is hilarious. And that temperature difference is what makes Makoto Ogasawara unnecessarily crazy.

"Wow, I get it. So, then… I will eject"

"Oh, nice to meet you"

Makoto Ogasawara, staring at me sideways, looked away from me and looked to the front, closing his eyes, hissing his eyebrow root and putting a good force on his whole body. However, there has been no change in the test tube.

"Ogasawara, we don't have much time today. Maybe people will come. Could you drain it as soon as possible?"

"Ha, yes, I'll do my best...... HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU"

Makoto Ogasawara, snorted cocklessly at my inquiry, stiffened his body more than earlier when he meditated his eyes firmly, and began to roar.

My heart jumped on a test tube that started getting pushed out of my gut.

He really started excreting in public. What a funny and pitiful look. Makoto Ogasawara, a clear poor, famous beautiful girl, is inserted into her anus and drains it in front of a man.

Who the hell can imagine Makoto Ogasawara like this?

Place the pen light inside the test tube and turn on the light. Then the nagging and meat walls were exposed. The entrance of the anus and its interior are stirred to discharge the foreign body.

"Oh, no, I'm out, I'm out of all the test tubes."

Once discharge began, the effect of the lotion was also added, and the lubrication and test tube exposed its full contents.

The test tube, which is applied to a large amount of mucus and is lukewarm, is about to be expelled from the anus, and Makoto Ogasawara is in a hurry who felt it.

"Sorry, the test tube drained faster than I thought and I couldn't confirm it. Again, please."

"Hih!? Mm-hmm."

I took the test tube by hand, which was about to fall from my anus to the floor, and I pushed the test tube straight into my anus to undo it.

Shinqin Ogasawara, who looked up at the ceiling with a frontal bend whether the test tube had been unintentionally inserted again and completely poked at her, whispers without shyness and spasms her ass. But it's not handsome. I am familiar with the fact that the anus of Makoto Ogasawara is scattered around as much as it is not cool with this level of irritation.

With the camera in place, I turned off the shutter continuously as I pointed the lens at the anus where the ejection had once again begun. And flash quivering ass every second of an instant.

"Take it, don't shoot it. Don't look so embarrassed, don't shoot me. No. Oh, they're shooting me, they're shooting me out of my butt. Whoa."

Makoto Ogasawara, knowing that he was being filmed a moment of excretion, became even more bored with shame and began to disturb.

He squeezes his hands on the table, sprays sweat, shakes his neck vigorously to the side and desperately appeals to me not to take a picture. Its voice color is sweet, waving its ass.

I just seem happy no matter how you look at it. Evidence of resistance to camera shooting as well. When that happens, is it time to get into shooting the video?

"I'm sorry, please do it again. Will you drain it as slowly as possible?"

"Oh, I'll do it as many times as I want. No, pants, poke me in the butt all at once, and move my pants. No, otherwise I won't have an arrow."

"Whoa, easy. I'm observing, so there's no way you can do that."

What Makoto Ogasawara said about the array would be, in short, the peak. The test tube is free of irregularities and has a smooth surface. So very easy to drain. That also means less pleasure during excretion. Besides, it's a discharge on its own, though the shame is great, I guess it doesn't get the pleasure it deserves.

If you try to make Makoto Ogasawara an excited state by exposure and photography, he's just in a life-killing state.

"No, it's my usual tool. I want to be panted with the tool I always use. Oh, Mr. Castle Island, please. Oh, please pant with that tool, as always. No."

Makoto Ogasawara shook his butt and shook his neck to the side vigorously to plead. Even though I'm blamed for immense shame, I guess I'm going crazy for not getting the pleasure to the top. It's a series of obscene words, abandoned by shame and outward hearings.

While watching such obscene disturbance of Makoto Ogasawara, he returned the test tube, which was drained in a lukewarm manner, to his anus, and repeated it to play with his mind.

In the end, Makoto Ogasawara was quoted with scattered anus, and today's recording session ended without ever reaching its peak.

Makoto Ogasawara standing on his back with me describing the information he got from today's observation on a notebook he spread out on the table.

No matter how messy it is, over time it calms down. And the memory doesn't disappear.

Repeating sporadic and obscene remarks about me and being calm would be a terrible shame.

This is exactly the flavor of exposure. In addition to the shame at the time of exposure, even after exposure, it will be blamed on its memory, which will be driven by greater shame than when it is being exposed.

How could I have done such a stupid thing? He scolds himself and disappoints him as to why he has pronounced such an obscene word. That self-blame is the result of further shame and increased dependence on exposure.

"I still don't see any anomalies. But there's no reason to ignore Ogasawara more than complaining about his own discomfort. We shall continue to observe tomorrow. So, is there a problem?

Running a pen on his notebook, he asks Makoto Ogasawara behind him without raising his face.

"Oh, um..."

It was not an acceptance that returned, but a frightened trembling voice.

"Wow, I... am I a pervert? I said that in front of Mr. Castle Island..."

Here we go. There's an excuse to take care of your messy self. Makoto Ogasawara is one of the best at reflection.

"Wow, I... when I can put something in my butt, my head turns white. And I felt so good, I didn't like the words, but they... came out of my mouth at will..."

The whisper that seems to disappear is on my nose, and I can see I'm about to cry even if I don't see it.

I guess you want me to say it. You're not a pervert. He said nothing was wrong. You want me to say it out of my mouth.

Then I'll give you honey. To fit further into the exposure, even more disturbing and insane.

"Oh, well, it seems that the anus is one of the sensitive parts of the human body, with a concentration of comforting nerves. Moreover, in the case of Ogasawara, the sensitivity is increased by massage. And when it does, it doubles its comfort, naturally."

Yes, I put my pen on the table as I spoke behind my back, looked up and looked back.

On the front is Makoto Ogasawara with a bright red face and tears eyes. He chewed and trembled with his left hand on his chest, his right hand on his mouth, and his right hand finger on his mouth.

"I'm new to practice, too. Knowledge is only by book, but according to it, Ogasawara seems to retain more reason than usual. They usually mess with more sluts. Well, Ogasawara's original personality is serious and hard-working. I guess reason is twice as strong as man."

Better than normal. Normally it gets more messy and crazy. In fact, Makoto Ogasawara tends to drown easily in pleasure. Usually I push myself in and I care about my surroundings to force them to fit. If that's what you mean, you won't have a problem, but Makoto Ogasawara has a bare gesture of hating himself for being shy and weak.

With such a masochistic character, he tends to try to rely on pleasure in order to discredit himself and escape that self-blame.

That's why I compliment you. You said you were great. Candy grows when given too much, but the type like Makoto Ogasawara disparages himself everywhere if you don't give it because of that. And sooner or later it breaks.

The point is, it looks like candy. Observe the reactions and attitudes of Makoto Ogasawara and give him candy at the essentials. As a result, he becomes obedient everywhere.

"Or maybe it's because of my awkward skill. They usually feel better. I just have to apologize for that. Sorry."

That's what I said and bowed my head against Makoto Ogasawara.

I have all the responsibility. That would be no more honey whispers for Makoto Ogasawara.

I'm not bad at anything. I am normal. That's what the person in front of you says. Plus, no matter how disturbing and crazy you are, he says you'll take all of that responsibility.

I'm not bad at one thing. All you have to do is push all the blame on the person in front of you.

It would be better if you reached those thoughts. And if you open your mouth, I'm sure you'll say this.

It's not Mr. Castle Island's fault.

That's what I'm talking about when you push me to be responsible.

"Ki, it's not Mr. Castle Island's fault. Wow, I want Mr. Castle Island to be happy and I'm just trying."

When I looked up, Makoto Ogasawara, who no longer looked frightened, said so, staring at me with a thin smile.

He rode me right. Now Makoto Ogasawara has an excuse for exposure. Besides, I'm not a slut, normal. On the contrary, she said she was a strong woman who kept her reason more than normal.

It is also the present that the shackles come off completely.

After school, I grab a bag filled with tools I brought from the house and head to the warehouse.

Breast development begins today. I can't help but leap my mind.

Once inside the warehouse, Makoto Ogasawara, already waiting for me, stood up from the couch where he was sitting and looked at me.

"Good day, Mr. Castle Island."

And bow politely.

"Oh, you're tired. Thanks for always cleaning up."

He looked around the tight warehouse and put Negiri's words on Makoto Ogasawara.

"Yes, no, because I'm only as handy as cleaning. Besides, Mr. Castle Island will be tired of his daily massage training, and I was hoping you could relax a little bit."

Makoto Ogasawara, bending over like a light, is whispering as he dyes his cheeks and looks at me with his upper eyes.

By smiling back at Makoto Ogasawara, he conveyed my mood and headed to the couch.

"So I'm going to go into a new massage today, and I have a lot of explanations. Can you look at the materials first?"

I sat on the couch and then gave Makoto Ogasawara, who lowered his hips next to me, my handmade cod material that I removed from the bag.

Makoto Ogasawara receives that without even having doubts. Besides, he slid himself perfectly into my body and began to look through the material.

Keeping your face tight and reading the material seriously is a perfectly capable assistant. He got even more motivated when he said it from me in the morning.

"Sa, milking......"

Makoto Ogasawara, who shrugged and sat back down so much, covered his mouth with the material he held with both hands, and further snuggled that body into my body, dyed his cheeks and looked at me chilly.

"Oh, it's a massage for women with bad breast milk. As can be seen in the dossier, no one goes to the right of the dairy cow with regard to breast milk. They are exactly breast milk experts. If you milk like a dairy cow, it makes sense that your breast milk will be better."

"I see..."

Makoto Ogasawara nodding like he admired my words. Due to the fake material and words I made, it looks like I'm totally swallowing it.

The abs and diaphragm cramp to the very silliness of its Makoto Ogasawara. I want to laugh. I want to hold my belly and laugh down here now.

"And I have been using swimsuits until now, but from now on, I will expose my breasts. That would also be quite resistant to Ogasawara. So I got some new clothes."

I laughed when I was dying, and I said so and took something out of my bag.

That's a black tights fabric leotard. Because of the tights fabric, if I wear it, it will be clear regardless.

"I have no problem cutting this tight fabric leotard. Besides, the fabric is thin, so it doesn't interfere with the massage. Besides, if you cut only the top of the breast, or the nipple, you can take off your swimsuit and reduce your exposure rather than expose your breasts."

Makoto Ogasawara's face turns red as if it were proportional to my words spoken pale.

Wearing this thin leotard would be more embarrassing than naked, to say the least. Besides, I really have to expose my nipples more than I do milking, and for that I only cut the nipple part of the leotard. That's how you get milked.

And only that leotard can wear it. Of course, the anus and the female genitals will look clear.

"And in conjunction with the milking massage, I'm also going to continue the anal massage. So you're going to drill a hole in the anal part of the leotard and insert a stick from it."

Wearing a transparent black leotard, the fabric of the nipple area at the tip of the breast is cut and milked with dairy cows whilst crawling on all sides exposed only to nipples. Moreover, a hole is drilled in the anus, from which a few beaded anal sticks with spheres as large as ping-pong balls are inserted.

Even if I just imagined it, its appearance is too obscene.

"After that, I left this to Ogasawara's discretion, but I also prepared my eye mask so that I wasn't embarrassed as much as possible. It depends on Ogasawara."

I only didn't break my clerical posture and said so and placed a black leotard of tights fabric on the table and put an eye mask on top of it.

Makoto Ogasawara, staring at them with a bright red face, reached for nothing and took the leotard and eyemask and held them back against his chest.

"Immediately...... do you want to start?

And he shrugged so as he leaned down. Apparently, he'll be wearing a transparent leotard. Besides, they seem to wear eye masks as well.

"Oh, I'd like to start right away if I could"

"Okay. Then I'll get dressed."

Makoto Ogasawara, who nodded as he leaned down to my words, rose as he nodded and circled behind the couch. And it looks like he made a noise with Goso and started dressing.

From what happened this morning, I thought things would carry off without resistance first, but I didn't expect you to follow me so honestly.

It's a clear leotard, isn't it? Besides, you can only expose your nipples, right? And then the anus is ruined, right? Normally, you'd resist somewhat, wouldn't you?

It's just a little too much, no matter how much you've started to fit into the exposure.

I also assumed if Makoto Ogasawara resisted, and I had measures in place to say it, but that all went to waste.

I guess that's why I get these thoughts. Give me my sleep back.