Hug tight, hug tight, hug tight, no more. The face clung to his back as if it had fallen from his own seat, and now his mouth also kept screaming. . .
"Ah! Ah!"
I swear I was really scared. I didn't complain about molesting children. I'll be very angry. I parked my car on the side of the road. I can feel the sting in my face. Hearing the child's voice.
"How long are you going to peck your crotch? He will get pecked by his balls." Open the helmet mirror and look at me.
I suddenly realized that I jumped out of his back, leaned over his front, and saw that his hands were hugging his waist tightly at first, and now he slipped into his crotch, and he held him tightly. Luckily, he caught his cloth, otherwise he would have caught him. I can't imagine that stream hitting your car so badly.
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