The only daughter of Mr. Tanaka, who lives in the neighborhood, has been missing for a few days. In fact, a distorted man who lived in the neighborhood was confined in the closet. He writes the number of vaginal cum shots on his thigh with a felt-tip pen, and treats things like Irama and fucking like meat slaves. "I won't let you go home until I get pregnant," he said. When I satisfy my libido with relentless belokis and cunnilingus, I take embarrassing pictures with my smartphone, and repeatedly spit out my daily semen into my daughter's meat jar. rice field.
