I got injured in a jogging accident and can barely move. I didn't want to bother the hospital, but to break free from inconvenient daily life, I called for a helper. What showed up was a helper named Mizura, dressed in tight uniform unable to hide her voluptuous chest. She spoke in a flat voice through her mask while assisting me. I didn't expect to see a 'woman' right in front of me, and I ended up getting an erection. She reached for my pants with a businesslike touch. "If you can pay the fee, I'll take care of this too," she said, matter-of-factly, even with my dick in front of her. For the sake of 【sex processing】 only. Straightforward, emotionless erotic acts tickle my masochistic tendencies. They reliably stimulate my weak spots. Breasts shaking violently right in front of me, thick thighs overflowing from tight clothing. Told in a cool voice, "three more times," with no mercy for wise man time, relentless milking. Intimate care in the bath or nighttime oil massages. Left to her devices, expressionless, reaching climax over and over again. The frustration of being unable to move gradually turns into the ultimate excitement.
