100 100 Angels Knee Pillow w/Options (1/2)

”Then go ahead, Zhou-kun”

At the end of dinner, reward time begins.

Sitting on the edge of the couch as a matter of course, he smiles as he slaps his knee pounding, and the perimeter clogs the words ”uuch”.

Because today's midday clothes are black tights on shorts, the knee pillow does not change over the cloth, but the cloth is very thin and easy to understand.

Besides, he went home today and took a bath first, which smells good overall.

An ear scratch from a knee pillow in this situation would be periodically suicidal.

”... no, that”

”If you don't like it, you don't have to...”

”And I don't want you to, do I?

”Then don't hesitate. I promise I will.”

At midday, when he slapped his knee pounding again, Zhou swallowed a sawdust and a saliva.

The tights are thin because it's getting much warmer.

My skin tone looks clear from the fabric of my tight tights, and what a fantasy it looks like.

Covered in tights, the legs were exposed to indefensibly smooth leg rhythms as they invited the circumference.

I don't suppose he's going to do that at all, but midday today depends on killing Zhou.

I should have managed to put my heart and spirit at ease by saying no, but the name of reward and my desire as a man around me had given me the impetus to head to the dead.

Horrible, sit next to midday and put your head on your legs.

I've experienced it before, but it's still soft. Because the cloth that separates them is thinner than before, the feel and warmth are well conveyed, blaming the heart around them.

Once I turn up to see where to look, I see a midday grin.

However, that face looks somewhat hidden... probably because there are mountains on the road.

Because it's only May and the temperature is getting slightly higher, and the shirt I wear at midday is thin. At last, you can see the lines of your body to highlight the beauty of style.

You can tell over the cloth, it keeps its shape clean while following gravity. Besides, the circumference stopped looking up.

”Well, do you scratch your ears?

I don't know about Zhou's inner screams, but at midday I declare that with an atmosphere and a smile that's kind of exciting, reaching for the ear scratches and tissues that are on the table.

On the side head, something soft came down.

I don't even see how midday noticed me around raising an unspoken scream inside. I was waking up with an ear scratch right away.

Perhaps I haven't noticed at midday. That Zhou tasted its soft sensation and mass with his skin.

My heart makes a scene.

I'm not talking about ear scratches in my earliest mind, but I whisper in a soothing voice that the middle of the day is ”please stay still” and gently fix the head of the perimeter with one hand.

I know it means don't move because it cleans the inside of your ears, but the perimeter that you want to roll around is tough to force you to stay now.

Still, there's no reason to get busted, so I look at the sides of the table while making fun of it, and slowly something stiff is plugged into the hole in my ear.

I guess it creeps for a moment because the thin areas of the skin still become more sensitive.

I have the excitement that I don't feel that way when I do it myself, but at midday I feel strange because I probably can't do it of my own free will... being made into the woman I like.

I know I'll be polite in character at midday, but somehow, when my ears are gently and gently cleaned, it itches.

There is a slight discomfort in saying that I like to be comfortable, and then there is a pale feeling that drives greed. At least I couldn't resist getting an ear scratch like this.

”Doesn't it hurt?

”Mmm... it doesn't hurt. Feels good.”

”Really, good. This sounds like a man's romance...... was the romance filled?

”... maybe”

”Zhou-kun is a boy too.”

”What is there but a man?”

If I wasn't a man, I wouldn't be so smothered inside and excited about softness. I can't help wanting to be spoiled and allowed to snuggle with someone I like.

”Hehe, because Zhou Kun is a gentleman. I thought you weren't very interested.”

”Even if I were a gentleman, you'd be different from words, deeds, and insides. You watch out, man. You're gonna hit me when you're alone.”

”Zhou-kun is not a man,” he said.

I bite my lips even though I feel like I've been told to, but at midday I keep cleaning it relaxed because I don't think that's the intention.

”Look, Zhou-kun, turn around, please. Because I want to be on the other side.”

It gives you the opposite ear even as you frown, but on second thought it is a new agony of turning your face in the direction of your stomach.

Looking down is catastrophic, albeit shorts, so I have to look at my stomach heavily.