It should be because she witnessed the tram maniac in the morning. On the way home from get off work, Ayako was a little unconscious. Even though she had already confirmed that there were no strangers within the safe distance around her, she kept turning around and looking at her, almost angering a punk young man on the other side who was twisting around with headphones.
Maybe I should vent it appropriately, Ayako thought in distress and put her masturbation on tonight's schedule
She was not very interested in the relationship between the two sexes and honestly admitted that orgasm was indeed a good thing
Fortunately, this amazing feeling can be achieved only by her own fingers, without having to let others touch her body
She has such a idle job that doesn't deal with people very much, so she has no overtime work, no worries such as social engagements and friendship. She can walk leisurely to the tram station, slowly pick up a car with few people, and wander home
When she arrived in front of the apartment on the sixth floor, she still didn't realize that today would be different from every day.
The key slid into the keyhole smoothly, and the lock core made a pleasant click. She opened the door with satisfaction, and another comfortable night that belonged to her was about to begin.
The crack of the door slowly expanded, becoming her entrance to relaxation and comfort little by little. She enjoyed the feeling of entering her territory, so she would always rub it when she opened the door.
Then, she saw her shoe cabinet with a dark date-colored door leaf on it, which was open largely
Why...what happened? She took two steps back in panic. Her first reaction was to hold the electric shock in her bag tightly, stare at the dim room, and shout nervously: Who? Who is inside?
Every day before going to work, she would clean up the house carefully and properly. A strand of hair would not be left on the tatami. All the shoes in the entrance hall would be neatly packed, and it would be impossible for her to forget to close the shoe cabinet door.
But there was no sign of the door being pried, how could anyone break in? Not to mention this is the sixth floor, she also spent a lot of money to install a safety net outside the window, so that she could sneak into her home, only the vampire who could turn into a smoke.
She took out the electric shock and flashlight and walked into the house carefully. For insurance, she did not close the door after entering the door for the first time, and opened the space that belonged only to her.
No one
Nowhere
She looked at the entrance, bedroom, and bathroom. She even opened the closet and checked it, but there was still nothing.
She closed the door with questions in her mind, looked at the opened shoe cabinet, and seriously recalled whether she really forgot to close it when she went out in the morning
The more I think about it, the more blurred my memory in the morning, and in the end, she really believed that she had forgotten it when she went out.
After warning herself that she must not be so careless again, she finally returned to her usual state, watching TV, surfing the Internet, eating some snacks, taking a bath, laying down bedding, masturbating, and sleeping
Monotonous, but she is satisfied
After calming down, she quickly fell asleep and had a good night's sleep
When she went out the next morning, she confirmed it carefully three times. The door of the shoe cabinet was closed, so she locked the door of the house with confidence and walked downstairs quickly.
Although the elevator stopped on the sixth floor, she almost never entered the small space where she had to endure a group of people crowded together. She would rather climb the stairs.
She only took the elevator in the apartment once. That time she saw that there were no people inside and she was tired after working for a day, so she walked in with a lucky attitude.
As a result, four middle-aged uncles and three women who were rushing to get in for friendship came in on the fifth floor. She tried her best to curl up in the corner and was still choking with a headache by the mixed disgusting smell.
The elevator was in the fourth floor, so she had to endure it to the bottom floor before she could get rid of it.
That's a really unpleasant memory
When she went down to the first floor, she remembered from the elevator that the elevator entrances on each floor were monitored, and the safety of all residents on the first floor was shouldered. If there were indeed intruders, the security guard downstairs would not be unaware of it.
It seems that she really forgot to shut up. She smiled self-deprecatingly and knocked her head like a blame.
It's not okay to be so careless about your only castle
Unfortunately, it turns out that this has nothing to do with carelessness.
After get off work, Ayako, who returned home, smiled proudly when she saw the tightly closed shoe cabinet, but when she locked the door and changed her shoes and walked into the room, her smile froze on her face.
A pair of bright purple thin-belt high heels placed upright on her desk
That was the only pair of high heels she had bought. After just one time, she put them in the box and put them in the deepest part of the closet. She never had any intention of taking them out again
She ran over and pulled open the closet, and everything inside was still neat and there was no sign of being turned over. She felt a little scared, turned her head and looked at the shoes, and then dug out the shoe box hidden deepest in one breath. She opened the lid with trembling, and there was nothing inside.
What's going on?
Could it be that these shoes have been hidden for too long and feel lonely, so... so I sneaked out quietly?
She stared at her high heels, pinched the electric shock device tightly, and after watching for more than ten minutes, she mustered up the courage to walk over, touched it carefully, and then picked it up.
Just a pair of shoes
Without aphrodisiacs, you won't be able to fly with your wings. It's just a pair of beautiful high heels that are not cheap.
Could this house be haunted? She looked at the walls around her worriedly, and subconsciously turned on the TV, allowing the messy sound to give her some unfounded sense of security
For the first time, she realized the major flaws of the loneliness she had always enjoyed.
The fear was pressing on her heart without anyone sharing it.
Her biggest strength is that she rarely thinks about things. After holding the high heels for a while, she realized that nothing strange happened except for the sudden appearance of these shoes.
She checked the door lock, then checked the protective net outside the window, lay on the ground and looked carefully at the tatami pattern. There was no sign of anyone coming.
But she just feels that her world is being invaded
Being an inexplicable force
She reluctantly picked up the fruit she had prepared for herself, ran downstairs, went to the security room to plead with the big man in her thirties, and wanted to see the surveillance record on the sixth floor today
After a while, the security guard, who had never resisted the demands of women, surrendered and called out today's part to help her quickly play it.
There was nothing unusual. Her apartment was in the corner. At the end of the day, there was not even one person passing by the door.
She left her as a gift and fruit in frustration and climbed back to the room on the sixth floor weakly.
What is this?
She raised her high heels with some anger, stared at the bright color without depreciation, and angrily stuffed them back into the shoe box, put them back in the deepest part of the closet, and tied two ropes.
Don't come out again, please ask her to put her hands together and pray, and go to bed nervously
After getting up in the morning, she didn't even bother to wipe her eyes and got up and looked around.
After washing her face, she opened the closet and checked the shoe box, untied it, and looked at it. Her high heels were still inside.
She then breathed a little, washed and cleaned up according to her usual pace, and went out to work
The day's work is very peaceful, and with her position, it is difficult to encounter any situation worth being surprised about.
In her spare time, she was thinking about what was going on with those high heels. If it was a supernatural incident, should she find a professional to solve it.
But she is very reluctant to let that kind of dizzy guy appear in her room
If there is nothing happening at home after I go back today, I will just dream about what happened yesterday
When I got off work, in order to avoid a colleague carrying a box, Ayako's stockings were hung with a huge hole on the edge of the flower pot in the corridor.
Although it was flesh-colored, the rift was still very obvious. She had to go to the bathroom to take off her stockings and throw it into the wastebasket. She went home with bare legs at a rare time.
Her skin was a little pale. After leaving the wrapping of the stockings, her exposed calves were white and almost sickly. Her barefoot without socks was not very harmonious with the inside of the shoes, which made her journey home very depressed.
Standing at the door of her house, she hesitated for a rare time when she opened the door.
Fortunately, after opening the door, nothing happened in the room
Everything is in place, the house is clean and tidy, without any strangeness
She stretched with satisfaction, and the haze on the way home disappeared as her mood improved.
Well... I took yesterday's events as an hallucination. When I opened the closet and saw the shoe box lying obediently in the distance, she made a decision with confidence.
The next morning, Ayako finally discovered her innocence
When she opened the drawer and wanted to take out a pair of pantyhose to replace the discarded one, she realized what strange changes had happened in her seemingly peaceful home yesterday.
All her socks, short socks, mid-stools, stockings, stockings, and pantyhose were gone. The mattes that originally had her simple socks were filled with black stockings.
That sexy, provocative black stockings
Maybe I should vent it appropriately, Ayako thought in distress and put her masturbation on tonight's schedule
She was not very interested in the relationship between the two sexes and honestly admitted that orgasm was indeed a good thing
Fortunately, this amazing feeling can be achieved only by her own fingers, without having to let others touch her body
She has such a idle job that doesn't deal with people very much, so she has no overtime work, no worries such as social engagements and friendship. She can walk leisurely to the tram station, slowly pick up a car with few people, and wander home
When she arrived in front of the apartment on the sixth floor, she still didn't realize that today would be different from every day.
The key slid into the keyhole smoothly, and the lock core made a pleasant click. She opened the door with satisfaction, and another comfortable night that belonged to her was about to begin.
The crack of the door slowly expanded, becoming her entrance to relaxation and comfort little by little. She enjoyed the feeling of entering her territory, so she would always rub it when she opened the door.
Then, she saw her shoe cabinet with a dark date-colored door leaf on it, which was open largely
Why...what happened? She took two steps back in panic. Her first reaction was to hold the electric shock in her bag tightly, stare at the dim room, and shout nervously: Who? Who is inside?
Every day before going to work, she would clean up the house carefully and properly. A strand of hair would not be left on the tatami. All the shoes in the entrance hall would be neatly packed, and it would be impossible for her to forget to close the shoe cabinet door.
But there was no sign of the door being pried, how could anyone break in? Not to mention this is the sixth floor, she also spent a lot of money to install a safety net outside the window, so that she could sneak into her home, only the vampire who could turn into a smoke.
She took out the electric shock and flashlight and walked into the house carefully. For insurance, she did not close the door after entering the door for the first time, and opened the space that belonged only to her.
No one
Nowhere
She looked at the entrance, bedroom, and bathroom. She even opened the closet and checked it, but there was still nothing.
She closed the door with questions in her mind, looked at the opened shoe cabinet, and seriously recalled whether she really forgot to close it when she went out in the morning
The more I think about it, the more blurred my memory in the morning, and in the end, she really believed that she had forgotten it when she went out.
After warning herself that she must not be so careless again, she finally returned to her usual state, watching TV, surfing the Internet, eating some snacks, taking a bath, laying down bedding, masturbating, and sleeping
Monotonous, but she is satisfied
After calming down, she quickly fell asleep and had a good night's sleep
When she went out the next morning, she confirmed it carefully three times. The door of the shoe cabinet was closed, so she locked the door of the house with confidence and walked downstairs quickly.
Although the elevator stopped on the sixth floor, she almost never entered the small space where she had to endure a group of people crowded together. She would rather climb the stairs.
She only took the elevator in the apartment once. That time she saw that there were no people inside and she was tired after working for a day, so she walked in with a lucky attitude.
As a result, four middle-aged uncles and three women who were rushing to get in for friendship came in on the fifth floor. She tried her best to curl up in the corner and was still choking with a headache by the mixed disgusting smell.
The elevator was in the fourth floor, so she had to endure it to the bottom floor before she could get rid of it.
That's a really unpleasant memory
When she went down to the first floor, she remembered from the elevator that the elevator entrances on each floor were monitored, and the safety of all residents on the first floor was shouldered. If there were indeed intruders, the security guard downstairs would not be unaware of it.
It seems that she really forgot to shut up. She smiled self-deprecatingly and knocked her head like a blame.
It's not okay to be so careless about your only castle
Unfortunately, it turns out that this has nothing to do with carelessness.
After get off work, Ayako, who returned home, smiled proudly when she saw the tightly closed shoe cabinet, but when she locked the door and changed her shoes and walked into the room, her smile froze on her face.
A pair of bright purple thin-belt high heels placed upright on her desk
That was the only pair of high heels she had bought. After just one time, she put them in the box and put them in the deepest part of the closet. She never had any intention of taking them out again
She ran over and pulled open the closet, and everything inside was still neat and there was no sign of being turned over. She felt a little scared, turned her head and looked at the shoes, and then dug out the shoe box hidden deepest in one breath. She opened the lid with trembling, and there was nothing inside.
What's going on?
Could it be that these shoes have been hidden for too long and feel lonely, so... so I sneaked out quietly?
She stared at her high heels, pinched the electric shock device tightly, and after watching for more than ten minutes, she mustered up the courage to walk over, touched it carefully, and then picked it up.
Just a pair of shoes
Without aphrodisiacs, you won't be able to fly with your wings. It's just a pair of beautiful high heels that are not cheap.
Could this house be haunted? She looked at the walls around her worriedly, and subconsciously turned on the TV, allowing the messy sound to give her some unfounded sense of security
For the first time, she realized the major flaws of the loneliness she had always enjoyed.
The fear was pressing on her heart without anyone sharing it.
Her biggest strength is that she rarely thinks about things. After holding the high heels for a while, she realized that nothing strange happened except for the sudden appearance of these shoes.
She checked the door lock, then checked the protective net outside the window, lay on the ground and looked carefully at the tatami pattern. There was no sign of anyone coming.
But she just feels that her world is being invaded
Being an inexplicable force
She reluctantly picked up the fruit she had prepared for herself, ran downstairs, went to the security room to plead with the big man in her thirties, and wanted to see the surveillance record on the sixth floor today
After a while, the security guard, who had never resisted the demands of women, surrendered and called out today's part to help her quickly play it.
There was nothing unusual. Her apartment was in the corner. At the end of the day, there was not even one person passing by the door.
She left her as a gift and fruit in frustration and climbed back to the room on the sixth floor weakly.
What is this?
She raised her high heels with some anger, stared at the bright color without depreciation, and angrily stuffed them back into the shoe box, put them back in the deepest part of the closet, and tied two ropes.
Don't come out again, please ask her to put her hands together and pray, and go to bed nervously
After getting up in the morning, she didn't even bother to wipe her eyes and got up and looked around.
After washing her face, she opened the closet and checked the shoe box, untied it, and looked at it. Her high heels were still inside.
She then breathed a little, washed and cleaned up according to her usual pace, and went out to work
The day's work is very peaceful, and with her position, it is difficult to encounter any situation worth being surprised about.
In her spare time, she was thinking about what was going on with those high heels. If it was a supernatural incident, should she find a professional to solve it.
But she is very reluctant to let that kind of dizzy guy appear in her room
If there is nothing happening at home after I go back today, I will just dream about what happened yesterday
When I got off work, in order to avoid a colleague carrying a box, Ayako's stockings were hung with a huge hole on the edge of the flower pot in the corridor.
Although it was flesh-colored, the rift was still very obvious. She had to go to the bathroom to take off her stockings and throw it into the wastebasket. She went home with bare legs at a rare time.
Her skin was a little pale. After leaving the wrapping of the stockings, her exposed calves were white and almost sickly. Her barefoot without socks was not very harmonious with the inside of the shoes, which made her journey home very depressed.
Standing at the door of her house, she hesitated for a rare time when she opened the door.
Fortunately, after opening the door, nothing happened in the room
Everything is in place, the house is clean and tidy, without any strangeness
She stretched with satisfaction, and the haze on the way home disappeared as her mood improved.
Well... I took yesterday's events as an hallucination. When I opened the closet and saw the shoe box lying obediently in the distance, she made a decision with confidence.
The next morning, Ayako finally discovered her innocence
When she opened the drawer and wanted to take out a pair of pantyhose to replace the discarded one, she realized what strange changes had happened in her seemingly peaceful home yesterday.
All her socks, short socks, mid-stools, stockings, stockings, and pantyhose were gone. The mattes that originally had her simple socks were filled with black stockings.
That sexy, provocative black stockings
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