We’re fast approaching the conclusion of this tale–the conclusion of Ryuoto, or whatever you want to call him. He sucked on his two foremost fingers for a bit to wet them, then pulled aside my panties and rubbed my sphincter lovingly. Xxx I felt a revulsion well up inside of me; how could this be? I opened the oven and popped it in, proceeding then to seat myself on the sofa in the living room. … I didn’t think that would cook well, so I set it aside. Deejay CONDOM-FACE is in town, you see? None could proclaim me an iron chef by any stretch; Ryuoto’s cooked body was grossly contorted, and bore unsightly marks due to the general carelessness and haste of my (lack of) preparation.




















