mother of frustration and son of seclusion, three shots in the middle out even kobayashi mawari
Even the night with my husband has not worked well for a while, and frustration has been raised. One night, I opened the door of my room to watch out for my son who was up late. There is a son who scrambles to the strawberries in unwaveringness. After a long period of energetic initiation, I imagined myself screaming with my son's hard and thick penis. Then, no matter what he is doing, even if his son has become out of his mind, he will finally be attacked by the intermittentness of his son.