The woman, Karada, chooses a tough vagina. Maruko Yamada

My daily routine is to run with my dog in the morning. One day while walking, a pello ran to an unknown girl who was jogging. A pello jumping and leaping at a girl. I apologized, but my eyes slapped in the valley of her breasts, squatting down and chewing on Pelo. Dogs are said to look like their owners, but they don't even have the same preference for women. We start to greet each morning, and eventually we get together not only for jogging but also for sweating in bed. She smiles at me even if I play a bit unreasonably. A wind that shakes the bust even more than expected and shaves from turbulent hair. The road of pleasure runs in a straight line.