22 022 Mia

On Friday I normally studied and broke up with Jouda.

And we were both supposed to study at home on Saturday and Sunday.

Castle field texted me or called me when I didn't know where it was.

It was quickly Monday.

Mathematics is scheduled for the second day in an intermediate test that lasts two days.

I'm just finishing my first day of exams.

I left my snort class. [M]

It was handy. But this time it would also be an average score.

Okaya-kun.

And I was called out in the hallway.

Plumping, I guess I rushed out of the classroom. There was a breathless visitor.

"A little walking,"

A visitor walks down the corridor to escape from something.

I went after him while I was distancing myself. [M]

She was also a scarily beautiful girl to visit today.

You've been in the mood for the exam. I'm putting my long chestnut hair together.

The white camisole that permeates the white shirt is dazzling.

"What's up?

It was in the opposite direction that the hoistway where the dumpster was located.

The number of students kept decreasing and at last no one was there.

That's when I finally answered my question. [M]

Okaya-kun, it could have been a mess.

The visitor says in a quick mouth as he walks on his fast feet.

"Wow, we did a little naughty at the shrine, didn't we?

"Ah..."

It's been days, but it reminds me like it was yesterday.

In the shrine, I showed my cock to visitors.

And though there was momentum, he came and ejaculated.

Coming up the stairs.

Now we know where the visit is headed.

Department of Culture and Human Studies.

"I think someone was watching me."

"Huh?"

I stuck my foot in the middle of the stairs.

I noticed it. The commute also stops and sprinkles.

"Besides, I'm like a student at Takeshi High School..."

"Hey, why? Huh? Who was watching me?

A visit to the neck.

Sunlight entering through a window halfway through the stairs.

A black silhouette emerges from the retrograde light.

The style of visitation that became silhouettes was perfect.

"I don't know. But today... there's this in the dumpster"

What the visit offered was a single photograph.

I climbed up the stairs and I got a picture from my commute.

I can see from the uniform that there are men and women from End Stuffed High School, although they are pinned.

The place is inside the shrine. Behind it.

This is the scene where my commute is gripping my huge cock.

"Behind the picture...... look"

A visitor said to me in disdain. [M]

I flipped it over and there was a sentence written in greasy magic.

"'The data is going to be erased. Meet me on the roof after school tomorrow instead'"

Read it out loud.

Oh, my God, it's happened.

Indeed, the sender would be by a student at End Stuff High School from the fact that he has put a photo in the visiting dumpster or from where he has designated the rooftop to meet.

"What do we do?

Walking out again. The commute crumbles like a solitary.

Shut up and follow my arrival. I didn't. I swept my head desperately.

When I approached the Department of Culture and Human Research's office, the visitor opened the door by clamping the key.

"Huh? Keys?

"I borrowed it from Kawauchi..."

I guess Kawauchi is a commute around easily transferring the keys to the room.

We went into the room together.

Visitation locks doors and keys.

I told him I was coming to sit on the couch.

"I'll go..."

From the literature, it seems the sender is not a bad one.

This is the work of the one who tried to get close to visiting us.

I didn't expect anyone to see me, but it's the only thing that's happened.

"But... if I hadn't gone... wouldn't you be angry?

A commute with his hips down on the couch looks up.

Indeed it is. They think they're coming.

I don't know where the horse bones are, it's just that if cock were to be how many big men came, there was a good chance of getting angry.

"So if you get angry and can't get the data erased... it's tough..."

"Then we'll both go... because I'm hiding somewhere... and if something's going to be dangerous, I'll come out. If you honestly erase the data, I don't need to leave."

"Something... I'm sorry"

I lay down my face and the commute sighed loudly.

"Why would a visitor apologize?

This is a matter for both of us.

I'm not the only victim. [M]

"Because... at the shrine... I said I'd do something like that, because it's me..."

"I'm the one who didn't say no."

I saw each other.

Department of Dim Culture and Human Research.

It's in a building called the old school building, and it's not easy for students to come and go from time to time.

The star of silence accumulates in the chamber.

Old sofas and dusty bookshelves.

A glimmer of light entering through the gap between the curtains runs between me and my arrival.

The air subsided in a chamber called the chamber, which became raw and warm over time.

"Hey......"

and removed the rubber with which the visitor tied his hair.

Long hair falls on my shoulder.

"If I'd been here... no one would have seen me."

"Well..."

My throat was a tease.

Sticky saliva spreads into your mouth.

He came to see me with his hair in his hand. [M]

I feel the sex of a woman swirling behind the moist eyes of her visitor.

The commuter fell back on the couch so that he could sit down.

It's too compelling. I'm invited. I could intuit that.

I slowly approached my residence. [M]

And when I looked down, I reached out and touched my visiting hair.

He came to the house with his eyes and raised only his jaw.

Bent my back, I touched the visiting lip with my own lips.

"Huh..."

The second kiss was a very short one.

When I let go of my lips, the commute laughed as if it were illuminating.

And I just kissed my lips and said it.

"Since I saw this in the morning... all the time during the exam... Okaya and I wanted to be alone..."

"Are you just glad it will be?

Visitation to that question lurks an eyebrow only for a moment.

And he immediately looked at me like he had won. [M]

"I'm glad of that, though? What about Okiya?

I'm not going to win a visit.

After laughing bitterly, I shrugged my neck and snapped.

"Again, can I kiss you?

"... go ahead"

That's how I answered, and the visitor only pointed my lips at the soot.