My wonderful and unforgettable memories in Japan (Part 5)

Xinyou skillfully unbuttoned my shirt, and my C-cup breasts sprang out. He lifted my T-shirt, kneading my breasts in front of the mirror, praising, "So big, so beautiful." I squinted and reached behind me to explore the hard thing pressing against my buttocks. It was incredibly hard, almost bursting through my pants. My breathing quickened. I fumbled for his zipper, and he lifted my skirt and pulled down my underwear. I pulled out his penis, which I held in my hand, and began stroking it. He spread my legs wide, and his two fingers once again plunged deep inside me, the fingertips touching my clitoris. I felt a shiver run through me, my legs felt weak, and I couldn't stand. I simply bent over, my breasts pressed against the cool, damp marble countertop. Xinyou grabbed my ponytail with his other hand, making me look up at the two of us in the mirror. In the mirror, my T-shirt and bra were pushed up to my neck, my large breasts were squashed flat on the table, my short skirt was lifted to my waist, my legs were spread wide apart, and my white, large buttocks were shamelessly sticking out. Xinyoujun, however, was still fully clothed, except for his thick, black penis, which I held in my hand. I couldn't help but start moaning, incoherently saying, "Oh, oh, no, ah, no, no, ah, ah, ah..." while actively grasping his penis, searching for the entrance. Just then, there was a loud knocking on the door, which Xinyoujun had been using to brace himself. A woman's voice outside was rapidly babbling something. I immediately trembled with fear. Xinyoujun yelled in frustration, and I saw his face turn red as he reluctantly withdrew his penis and zipped up his pants. I quickly pulled up my underwear and pulled down my T-shirt. Xinyou moved his foot, the door opened, and the old woman from the workshop who had greeted us earlier stormed in, her face full of anger. She glanced at the folded napkin lying on the floor, its shape already showing her genitals, then pushed open the small door and sat on the toilet, the sound of urine flushing the toilet filling the air. I rushed out the door as if escaping.

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