my son's morning hair, matsushima kaori.

In the morning, my son Tsuyoshi said, "Kaa-san, I've been having a hard time getting otchin swollen every morning..." I woke up with a stingy morning crotch. When Koori gets worried and gently rubs it with his hands, he becomes happy with the state of his pleasantly pleased son, and without thinking about his delicious son's morning hairy otchin, he is full of mouth. Kaori is a sluggish impulse to put his son's otchin in the masuko from the morning while tasting his son's morning erection Chikupo, hides and scoops alone in the toilet and comforts it with fingers. The next morning, when I woke up with my erected otchin on the back of my son's crimson hairy hip, I felt a great deal more sympathetic to him and was envious about the pleasure of sticking hard while pulling out his morning thorny octin in the upper mouth and lower mouth.