This time, my colleague's young wife, 23 years old, came to my spear room. She is a meat urinal with a lot of blame in recent years. On this day, I continue to blame the back of my throat with my favorite Irama, and when I do Namahame with my saliva-covered meat stick, the meat urinal, which had been resisting until then, lifts itself up and ascends again and again. It is full of sukimono. As a matter of course, I poured my fishy semen into the back of the vagina.
