It's a Yomoya lesbian snatched up play that happens in his hometown. A good old Japanese-style house, a sunny winter sky facing from the garden, an open window on the edge. A woman in a idyllic dress in an apron. Ryoko Iori. Ryoko's sister. He cleaned the edges of his body with a high degree of reluctance. He sang his nose and wiped the edge. A denim butt of a whip. I ruddered my back, shoveled my ass high and cleaned it with four beaks. Iori stops cleaning and removes the postcard from the apron. It was a postcard from my brother who lived in Tokyo. A few days later, my brother brought his wife Misuzu...
