I just wanted my favorite senior to tell me, "You've become beautiful..."
That was all...
But at the esthetic salon I started visiting because I believed my friend's story, I discovered an irreversible pleasure.
Suspicious aphrodisiac oils and exquisite, lewd fingertips.
As my nipples were relentlessly, gently, and repeatedly teased and rolled, my reason melted away, and I was dragged down into the swamp of nipple orgasms...
Before I knew it, my swollen nipples became abnormally sensitive, throbbing just from the friction of my clothes or a gentle breeze...
No... my breasts... my nipples feel too good...
I want you to touch me more...
I want you to knead them more and more...
More than my feelings for my senior, I'm now a perverted woman who craves the nipple treatment course...
Please stop me as I'm being soiled, broken, and turned into a slave of pleasure.
