SIRO-5459

"The deepest part is... I feel it the most." Whenever I stir her fingers around the deeper vagina, which is said to be an erogenous zone, she let out a shy moan with her shiny dark hair, shaking her shiny dark hair. Perhaps due to the humidity of the love hotel with the windows closed, the white, transparent skin is oozing out of sweat, creating a sensual and aesthetic gap. Before I knew it, I was innocent and moved my tongue to the sweat of her sweat. Then he even gouged his gently wet pussy with his fingers. Thinking back to the chat she had with her, I indulge in the act while imagining what she normally looks like, and my excitement grows even more. "I've been working as a nurse since last year at a hospital in Tokyo." "I have a boyfriend. He's kind. I'm not a bit dissatisfied. I've been getting used to it recently." "Are you exercising? I haven't done it. It feels like my daily work is exercise," 21-year-old nurse and boyfriend. I live my normal days in a very normal way. She is now exposing a lewd act that she doesn't show to her colleagues or her patients. That fact alone makes me feel like I'll ejaculate. Her slender legs, her beautiful, plump butt, and leather boots that fit well to accentuate her prowess were deeply thrust into her fetish. To be touched, to be seen, to be loved. She surrenders herself to this moment, as if to ascertain the meaning of these things. On my way home, I saw her off to Shinjuku Station. The only time they walked side by side in the crowd was strangely realistic. "Are you going to tell your boyfriend about today?" she asked, and she shook her head slightly. His gesture was quieter and stronger than his words. A view of me walking back towards the back of the east ticket gate. She quietly blended into the everyday scenes where everyone was coming and going.