nakade incest, my son's morning hair, aikawa eri.

my son yutaro told me, otchin's recently... In the morning, it gets solid ..." and when I was consulted, my worried mother Eri looked into the room the next morning. and there was a splendidly erected object pushing up the futon. He woke up and told his depressed son that he might be sick, "This is a healthy evidence?" I'll give you what your mother is storing." The swelling of the penis, which had been raised to a gill, gave him his tongue and tried to suck up something that was stored in his mouth with a large inflated bag.