despair eros, your weapons are boobs, saito miyu.

No parents, no money, no motor nerves. This despair girl, who is charmed only by soft milk, never goes to school and always delves into the vibe one hand at home every day. I was tied up by an unfamiliar uncle, raped or shot in the face. One day, I invited a salaryman who picked up the laundry scanti in my room and got involved with estrus max. From that day on, let the sailor wear clothes, in Leotard, puncture the bulmer and sweaty fuck!