Shota Desuyon

Watching dreams being violated until morning
My master is a pervert
Fingers tracing my waist, self-harassment
It would be good to die about three times

Trembling in my arms
Scratching the itchy underwear, the night's ballroom

A familiar face reflected
That whispering voice
Grabbing the banana, consuming it, stealing
I'll pull it out

Perverts gather in the castle
Drawn on the screen there
Stubborn shotas gasping
Reaching the end deep inside

Melting in the confinement room, mixing with angels and gentlemen

Is this just the beginning? Or is it already the end?
Master says goodnight
Unlocking the door, opening it
Grabbing the thigh that can't be kept alive

Pushing down, kissing
The impulse to run, pleasure escaping the spine

Don't tease me quickly
I can't do it alone
With the right hand that screamed it's over
Master thrusts

Feeling it here
You saw it, my princess
Pulling the wet bud, using it, confusing it, Fuoletta

Even now, master's breath in my ear
Piercing into a distant dream
The sweat reaching through the thin towel
Breaking the wall of reason

Suppressing the voice
Throwing away the underwear
Eyes meeting each other
Sparks flying

Obscene souls
Spraying and pulling together
If you can't send that kefir flying, it's like playing alone

Time, stop now
Embrace each other
Synchronize each heartbeat

Stop, hot and wet
In the pounding climax
I can't take it anymore
Let's fly together