now... It doesn't matter except for Mr. Yagi. i'm envious of yagisan's temptation... Even if you know it’s a business, Yagi’s gaze, the glaring body touch that scratches his fingers, and the sweetness of his earwax. I trot my brain and make common sense and reason go wrong. I forgot my wife and chose to be controlled by Mr. Yagi... It is a piled riding position that is squeezed by a fairy-looking sasher. Fella exploitation while staring at you. Sex in a home without a wife. It is a rich beroquis sex that only Yagi can think of. "I'm the second woman, and it's fine." I'm not going home anymore.
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