i'm under threat, fukuyama mitaka.

About half a year has passed since the relationship between my husband's boss and Karada. I wanted to finish it again, but I was threatened to dismiss my husband, and my relationship with Zurzur continued, and I was also killed by a man today. He had been taken a glaze, and when the man put his hands in my underwear and rubbed roughly through the secrets, he cried out against reason. I was holding a man's meat stick unconsciously, licking my secret part of the mist. At that time, I had already forgotten the presence of my husband and served as a mouth service to the condition reflection. When a man's meat stick came in the cage, his head became white and he was looking for a more intense protruding.