nakade incest, stand up on the morning of my son... that temptation, chihiro ikegami

One morning, when I woke up, my grown son was sleeping with a tent on his erection in the morning. I was worried about what the shape of my son's chin looked like, and when I glanced at it quietly, the head of the turtle that stood so tight that I had never seen it wet its tip. When I saw my son's gypsum that was likely to ejaculate, I couldn't help but include it in my mouth.