[Quantity limited] I have a daughter. ■Hyakusaki Miiro Simple Onahole and a raw photo set

"Forget the mother who threw you away," he said, covering me and shaking his seat in a vain. Two years ago, when Dad failed in business and took a large debt, she left the house if she couldn't endure such a life. Dad hated his mother and forbade me from seeing her. Life is not going to change, and soon after reaching its limits, Dad asked me to sell his body. It's natural for a family to help each other. My dad taught me for the first time," he told me, and I was so sick that I had no choice but to obey him while crying. When he was jealous of the men and complained, "I don't like it anymore," he hugged them and committed another crime. They are not allowed to do club activities or make friends at school, and they are forced to interact with their dads and customers every day. In a day like hell, black pus swells up in me. Maybe one day it will be easier if it does not burst. At that time, my mom sent me an email saying, "Would you like to run away from it and live together?" There was no word of apology for abandoning my family, but it was still a light of hope for me. Ojisan's hands are on my body again today. The night you don't want begins again. But if you can put up with it now, I'm sure someday. When a girl who kills her heart for her family and just surrenders to the man's relentless blame, she is full of coughing and coughing. A poor girl.