i'm selling my friend kano's sleeping face silently, kosanae lennon.

Lennon came to consult his cousin with a serious expression. There is no oniji who makes her drink glaze and make her feel estranged. At first, he hated it when he pushed a meat stick into his mouth so that he could slap it in the ground and made him shave his waist with chopsticks, and while he was using glaze, he gradually floated his hips and ascended to heaven many times. Toy blame stimulated sensitive kuri, and intensely injected the hump tide with the stick of the back, and a large amount of zamen was overflowing from masuko.