Young Divorced Kanako who looks like Chinatsu [Return] 4

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The next place was my accommodation.

Of course, Kanako was willing to do the same, and the previous experience was something she couldn't forget.

 

When I arrived at my business trip accommodation, I kissed as soon as I got into the elevator.

I remember feeling nervous and immoral that other passengers might board.

 

When I got off the elevator and entered the room, I immediately kissed him again.

Kanako "I'm really horny right now... I want to have sex... Can you put it in... If you want to put it out, it's in your mouth."

 

For a moment it was a "?", but I understood the situation and inserted it as it was.

I couldn't make a calm decision because of the suddenness."I want to"I immediately answered.

 

I locked the door and took off my jacket, underwear, and trousers.

 

Kanako immediately gave me a blowjob.

Jurururu chupa chupa

 

Kanako took off her bra and pants while teasing, and put her buttocks on the floor.

It was quite sensitive to the touch and seemed to be quite wet, if not flooded.

 

I wanted to rape Kanako violently, so I inserted my stiff penis raw.

 

Kanako seemed to be much more sensitive than before.

I became more spotty and pistoned harder.

I just hit it.

Without thinking about what to do next, I change my position to missionary and thrust hard.

I don't remember how many times I orgasmed, but I feel like I orgasmed once in every 10 thrusts.

 

The female boss had convulsions several times during sex, probably because her body was becoming sensitive, and she was jerking all the time.

 

I checked the clock once and found out that it was less than an hour until Kanako returned home, so I thought I would fuck her until the last minute, so I started the camera on my smartphone and took a gonzo. (with permission of course)

 

I just kissed Kanako and rubbed my chest and repeatedly pushed the piston, but during the third act, I finally put it inside.

 

Kanako: "Ohhhhh, I said no"

 

Yoru no P: "Sorry...my feelings have gotten too high..."

 

After that, when we took a shower together and washed our bodies with soap, Kanako touched my son with her soapy hands.

 

I can't say anything about this, it's different from lotion, it was very pleasant.

 

Unable to endure it, I hugged him from behind and rubbed his chest.

I was told no, but it was Kanako who touched me.

 

Even though I said no, I couldn't resist seeing her wet, so I raped Kanako in the shower room. (It's a play to commit)

 

I poked it violently, violently, violently, and put it inside.

I was asked to put it out in my mouth, but I couldn't stand it.

 

After that, after showering, we slept together in bed for a while.

 

The combination of booze, sex, showers and sleep is awesome.

I only slept for about 20 minutes, but it was the best sleep ever.

 

I will walk with you to a certain station to see Kanako off.

At that time, a memory suddenly comes back.

 

When I was in high school, club activities ended, and it was Valentine's Day.

A child who was my elementary school classmate suddenly gave me chocolate.

She was a friend in elementary school, but she was very athletic, smart, and popular.

I was never conscious of being of the opposite sex in elementary school, but

She seemed to care about me because we played the same sport.

 

I suddenly received chocolate from such a child, and I think that it was clearly favored when I became an adult.

It's the youth age that doesn't notice it.

 

Why, probably because Kanako's height is about the same

The memory must have flashed back.

 

The child's name was Misato (pseudonym), but Misato currently lives in Bangkok, Thailand.

He seemed to be single and working as a writer.

 

I decided to meet Misato when we were walking together.

 

Kanako looked at me thinking,"What's happen?"I called out.

 

Yoru no P: No, I was just remembering something from a long time ago.

 

Kanako: “Are you talking about your old girlfriend?”

 

Yoru no P "No, no, it's about work. Did you make that face?"

 

I lied on the spur of the moment, but it might have been a lie that didn't have to be told.

 

Her 5-year-old daughter will turn 6 next month, so Kanako-san, who is very happy to watch her grow up, had a lonely look on her face.

 

Kanako might have remembered him from the past.

 

This is the last time I saw Kanako.

The next time I contacted him, it appeared that the message had been blocked.

 

Is this kind of once-in-a-lifetime chance the best part of P-katsu?

 

The expression on Kanako's face as she looked into the distance might have meant that today would be her last day.

It was another encounter with a woman who I want to be happy.