I love you, Mitsuko-hime.”
“Then why did you send it into me?” demanded Mitsuko, her face mottling with rage. x video Inside was the vision from the earlier flicker of Sayuri raising up the blood-covered paper chains, the man lying on the ground, his face ruined. They were cut and bruised. Sayuri dressed like a shrine maiden in the red, wide pants that almost looked like skirts and the white, kimono-like top. She pushed up her glasses on her small nose. “I love you, Mitsuko-hime. Her pussy clenched down on Chris’s girl-dick. There’s something polluting her purity. Shadows writhed around her. Everything froze moments before the chain would have lashed down on Mitsuko’s back.
