IPX-691 Kana Momonogi – English Sub The Perverted Boss
IPX-691 Kana Momonogi – English Sub The Silliness of Being Made to Cum Over and Over by the Huge Cock of the Boss who is So Disgusting to the Point of K**ling Me. Being Semen Marked by the Perverted Boss
Release date: 2021-07-09
Code: IPX-691 Kana Momonogi – English Sub
Title: 死ぬほど気持ち悪い上司のデカチンに何度もイカされる屈辱レ×プ 変態上司にザーメンマーキングされた桃乃木かな
Actress: Kana Momonogi
Actor: Masato Sawachi
Genre: Humiliation, Ol, Big Breasts, Pantyhose, Individual, Plot, Slim Pixelated, Hd, Exclusive, 4K, abuse, Big tits, Digital Mosaic, Drama, OL, Pantyhose, Solowork
Maker: IdeaPocket
Label: ティッシュ
A Secret Addiction
The office hummed with the usual morning bustle as I arrived at my desk. As I settled in, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. I glanced around, my eyes scanning the faces of my colleagues. There, in the corner, was my boss, Mr. Tanaka, his face contorted in a strange expression.
I watched as he reached into his briefcase, pulled out a small, cylindrical object, and began to rub it against his thigh. His eyes rolled back, and he let out a low moan. I was stunned. What was he doing?
Over the next few weeks, I noticed that Mr. Tanaka’s behavior was becoming increasingly erratic. He would often be found alone in his office, muttering to himself and engaging in strange rituals. And then there were the incidents in the break room. I had seen him on several occasions, rubbing himself against the vending machine or the water cooler.
One day, as I was leaving the office, I overheard Mr. Tanaka talking to himself. “I’ll apply my patience juice instead of gloss,” he muttered. “It’s an unpleasant habit, but as I continue to be violated, I don’t want to feel it.”
I was horrified. It was clear that Mr. Tanaka was suffering from some kind of mental illness. But what was even more disturbing was the way he was talking about himself. He seemed to believe that he was being “violated” in some way, and that he needed to use a substance called “patience juice” to cope.
As the weeks went by, Mr. Tanaka’s behavior became more and more disturbing. He began to make inappropriate comments to his female colleagues, and he even tried to assault a young intern.
I knew I had to do something. I couldn’t stand to see him hurting himself and others. So, I decided to confront him.
I approached him in his office one afternoon and told him that I was concerned about his behavior. He listened to me for a while, and then he began to cry.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just can’t help myself.”
I tried to comfort him, but he was inconsolable. It was clear that he was in a great deal of pain.
As I left his office, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had witnessed something truly tragic. Mr. Tanaka was a broken man, a victim of his own twisted desires. And I knew that he would need a lot of help to recover.
