That was followed by a series of wet, sploshing, noises. "No, no, no, no, no," she cried in something closer to her normal voice. "T-t-trying...focus......Matt, there wasn't any other way. You were never gonna...oh, fuck yes! Take it, you little, focus....I was never going to tell..oh yes, slut...tell you how I God, fuck me! I want you to fuck me, Matt! My God, I've been trying to say that to you for two...oh my fuck I love you...for ever since I...please get over here..." I'm comming," I told. The life of an idol was busy and cramped; so Riho savored the opportunity to take it slow for a while, simply basking in the rays.However, her peaceful break wasn't to last.From the ocean's depths, a small creature writhed onto the sandy shore. It shivered in discomfort from the sunlight assaulting its grey shell. Slowly, its yellow eyes narrowed in on the woman in sky-blue; it made a beeline to her, dragging its long purple tentacles.Hearing something approach, Riho turned to see the strange. Mumtaz moved her hand towards the AC and turned the knob for the full swing of cold air. Her fingers walked through his thighs and poked his boner over his blue jeans. She wanted to feel it get hard. Her fingers traced its outline like her sharp mind that predicted the outcomes of her cases.Two days back, she had handled Alex’s case like a simple handjob. Mumtaz’s short cute fingers unbuttoned his jeans like how she unraveled the evidence during the hearing. With ease, her palm slid into his. It was about the thickness of a Sharpie marker, and widened at one end in a flange.'Body temperature is another benchmark we use for our treatment. This wireless thermometer will give us the final piece of data we want to verify a successful treatment-along with her heart rate, vaginal contractions, and the visual and auditory cues we observe directly as she reaches her climax, we'll have a full picture of her central nervous system's mode of arousal and cascade effect.'As with the pressure.