In my slightly surprised gaze, Matsuda Miko closed her eyes, constantly fantasizing that it was me hitting her.
As the rhythm suddenly reached its peak, she let out a sharp scream, her body shaking like a sieve, intense contraction.
Her face was full of ecstasy, debauchery, completely unable to control herself.
She collapsed into the bathtub, twitching a few times.
"Is it over?"
Seeing this, my veins were bulging all over.
She fantasized about my intracranial excitement, which alone could take her to the peak.
What an extraordinary operation.
"I'm sorry, Master, you fascinate me too much; you're the best man I have ever met."
"But you don't have a health report, how do I handle this now?"
The anger was burning through every part of my body.
"Master, don't worry, I have many methods, and tools too."
Then, Matsuda Miko took out a dazzling array of tools for me to choose from.
There were many tools I had never seen before, and they were very beautiful and stimulating.
