When Fuu blows from a window opening out and tickles it as if I play with the erogenous zone of the woman, sighs overflow without collecting…. The movement of the finger adds to intensity, and push its way to the Oku of panties, and rub clean meat, and do it, and hold it, and be out of order, and dance it…. "Whose finger is this finger?" Caressing me…The hand of the So turns into the hand of the man gradually; the Fuu of the man is kissed. The woman who I wiggle the limbs, and falls into yoga re-nagara, the indecent deep water. There were eyes to look in a figure of the So, and to watch….
