Sisters who attend a very famous local preparatory school.What I've been addicted to lately is "shoplifting."Not because I don't have money, but because of the immorality of committing a crime and the thrill of knowing whether I'll be found or not, my brain juices and vaginal juices overflow.When you succeed, it feels better than any other pleasure.They were supposed to be playing well together at the convenience store they were hiding, but they were discovered and ran outside, but were caught red-handed.He was taken to the backyard and his life ended.I didn't want my parents or school to find out, but apparently they didn't have enough people, so they said they'd let me get a part-time job.However, the store manager's ``orders are absolute''... It all started when I accepted this contract.On the first day of my part-time job, I was sexually harassed by my uncle's manager...and had unexpected creampie sex.On the second day of my part-time job, I was suddenly summoned after returning from school, and while I was wearing a remote control, I took out the items and shamefully peeed.Then, I had sex in the backyard.On the third day of my part-time job, I continued to serve the store manager's stinky dick under the cash register.It was disgusting at first, but I held back just to maintain my respectability, but gradually my lewd tendencies began to develop, and one day I showed off sex in front of a customer.She openly spreads her pussy and has sex with you.The wave of ecstasy is different from usual, and she squirts and squirts, craving for dick, and it is confirmed that she will fall completely.Shame and pleasure are two sides of the same coin.She says she is now grateful to the store manager who taught her that there are things that feel better than shoplifting.You're a pervert.
