1) The author, with all possible responsibility and categoricality, claims that not a single series of cartoon “Sailor Moon: Moon in the sailor”, according to this story, was not filmed. Not yet removed.
2) Any coincidences or similarities with real characters of the cartoon are by no means random, and not a single surname or name by the author was changed. If anyone recognized, then they are.
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The baths reached out, crawled off the couch and stretched out on the rug, placing the legs with the letter “V”. A short and no hiding combination lifted to the limit, and the wet lips of a girlfriend appeared to the gaze of Makoto. The sun’s rays of the Tokyo morning formed a beautiful pattern of golden hairs on the pubis of the bath. The mound threw a shadow on the girl’s right thigh, and this only emphasized her seductiveness. Below, of course, there was no shadow. Or rather there was no shadow from the hairs. Their Makoto herself shaved her friend from the pussy yesterday. What happened yesterday, Makoto remembered with trepidation. But more on that later. And if you return to the shadow, then it was of course. From the clitoris of the bath. He was, as always in the mornings, excited and sticking out a large pink vinograd woman right in the face of Makoto.
The yawn and sipping ended, and the combination returned to its former place. Makoto sighed, felts with relief, felts with disappointment because the charms disappeared. Actually, what is she upset. Yesterday, she had the full program and these hairs and this process. And hands, and lips, and tongue, and with your pussy. And there was still a lot, many. And champagne, and candles, and even – stockings with belts.
Makoto groaned from surging memories. Having decided to reach sweetly, she slowly ran her knee on the bed, then, raising her ass, stood on the bridge, and, abruptly relaxed, sank into a soft feather bed. Spreading her legs, Makoto ran her hand over the panties, checking if she flowed very much from the sight of the girl being drawn, but this movement caused her unexpected inconvenience. Between the legs, everything was rubbed before redness. It seemed that the crotch simply buzzed from injustice. The sponges were swollen by morning and required peace. Well, really! You can’t fuck with a girlfriend for four hours, and then count on an adequate perception of the crotch of the hand in the morning. Makoto, over the past three years, accustomed to meeting every dawn with one or two orgasms, now in disgust I thought about masturbation.
However, why exactly masturbation? After all, Makoto has a gift. She is the only one of the soldiers in sailors who can end without stimulating their erogenous points. Why should she give up her habits only because she slept from the bath last night. She will be able to finish without her grated red -haired pussy. True, for this she will need someone’s clitoris. Someone is of course a bath clitoris. But getting it will not be so easy. Yesterday this bitch lowered, without ceasing, and as a result experienced something about 15 orgasms. Oral, vaginal, anal, mixed and yet, the devil knows which. True, Makoto herself could not complain about dissatisfaction, but now getting a girlfriend in his mouth seemed a difficult task. She also has everything stuck. Over there, it cannot connect the legs together. Something needs to be invented!
– Bans? How are you? Did you wake up? – Makoto tried to look into her girlfriend’s huge eyes, but they were tightly closed.
– Almost, beloved.
– You were good yesterday? – Makoto asked with an affectionate honey voice.
– Listen, Mako! I hate two things in this life. Firstly, when you – four lustful heifers – start about and without reason, turn from ordinary girls into sailors in sailors without even waiting for my order. And secondly, when one of you, and not only of you, begins to ask me in the morning-it was good for me or not. You yourself heard me yelling yesterday. She squeezed all the juices out of my hole herself. So what the devil you ask – “good – bad”?
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