The pungent smell of hard liquor still pervades your sense of touch, but you can taste it from the outside and stick the tip of your tongue inside. Mitsukoshi drinks a wide variety of spirits with uneven formulas, and even doesn't know which kind of spirits it is. But it was ready to make Sword Stone suddenly drunk.
His hand dragged his hand and kept poking at his little kidney bubble until it slowly stood up. Mitsukoshi groaned happily in his throat, and then he had to breathe heavily. As he left his lips, his kiss went straight down, straight down, straight down, straight down, straight down, straight down, straight down, straight down, straight down, straight down, straight down, straight down. He put one of his hands into his mouth, his tongue into his mouth, his feet into his feet, h
