The stress builds up as the J-type guy who lives on the top floor of my apartment makes unreasonable complaints every day. When I called up a random J-type girl at a delivery service to relieve my worries, it turned out to be the girl from the top floor herself.In order to clear up my grudge, I will thoroughly collect her with her inferior anus, even more so than her pussy. Even though she was in despair, screaming and pleading with tearful eyes, her body did not lie and was firmly controlled by the pleasure. While enjoying the miserable sight of her crying, I decided to use her as my tool to my heart's content.
