Hope had long since vanished. I gently stroked his red, erect penis. I also tried using my fingertips, which were nicely moistened with body cream and felt like silk. Like shifting the clutch in a new car, the initial movement was quick, but I made slow movements, never letting the tension drop. In the second half, I could feel the sensations I had felt at that time and the scenes I thought I remembered fade away in an instant, like cotton candy dissolving in water. In any case, it was beautiful. "Wanting to Study Abroad (1●) A morning drama heroine-level masturbator with 1,000 skinny vaginas arrives, pushing the limits and awakening." "Current model (1●) An immature, glass-like waist, antelope-like convulsions, backflow squirting, raw mating, the joy of conception." "Keio University (19) Note: October 13th (Sports Day) A body with golden proportions, highly educated pussy all to myself." "171cm, active cheerleading club member (1●) Pleasure and destruction of a bratty labia, a vacuum octopus pot lol, harvesting lust juices." My rule. I will never tolerate those who imitate me, or those who are similar to me, or their imitations. Today I feel like thoroughly denounced. I'm using all my tricks and techniques, going even further than usual. I can tell I'm getting excited."