My Darling Ball

“I thought your legs gave out from playing the match? Why are you gripping me so tightly and clingily?” “I believe I told you not to play soccer.” How dare he kick some other cheap leather ball while ignoring ‘me.’ Driven by a blind rage of jealousy, the ball’s grip tightened around Jeong-i’s slender ankle. “Now, I’ll show you what a real, proper goal actually is.” Hips that drive forward more fiercely and relentlessly than any wide grass field. The dark red member, ruthlessly thrusting deep into the sigmoid colon, begins to swell as if it might burst every time Jeong-i wails... “Don’t let a single drop spill; hold it in tight. I’m going to plug you up with mine so you can’t go anywhe...