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[Customer Service Collapse] "Hahaha! This property is... ahahaha! I can't! I can't speak anymore!" Yokoyama Natsuki, a serious, black-haired lady. Her arms are held up and her sides are violated, causing her to laugh uncontrollably in front of the customer. [TK-120]

Name: [Customer Service Collapse] "Hahaha! This property is... ahahaha! I can't! I can't speak anymore!" Yokoyama Natsuki, a serious, black-haired lady. Her arms are held up and her sides are violated, causing her to laugh uncontrollably in front of the customer.
Brand: TICKLE PRODUCTION THRILL

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Product number：	TK-120
Star：	横山夏希
Series：	くすぐり TICKLE PRODUCTION THRILL くすぐり不動産
Director：	TICKLE PRODUCTION THRILL
Dealers:	TICKLE PRODUCTION THRILL
File:	mp4
Replay time:	About 29 minute
審査：	日本コンテンツ審査センター

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Product Information of "[Customer Service Collapse] "Hahaha! This property is... ahahaha! I can't! I can't speak anymore!" Yokoyama Natsuki, a serious, black-haired lady. Her arms are held up and her sides are violated, causing her to laugh uncontrollably in front of the customer."

* This work is fictional, and all persons appearing in it were 18 years of age or older and were filmed with their consent.

"Hahaha! No, not there! Customer, please listen to me... Ahahahaha!"
Natsuki Yokoyama, a real estate agent with neatly styled black hair and an aura of seriousness, was desperately trying to close a deal by showing a property to a client. However, what awaited her in that private room was a baptism of "invisible fingertips" that defied all common sense.
Unable to resist, her arms were fixed in a raised, surrendered position high above her head. Her vulnerable sanctuary, which she had never allowed anyone to touch before, was exposed—her armpits and flanks. Something invisible crawled relentlessly, meticulously, and deeply, gouging at the thin skin.
"Hehehe, aha! Ahahahaha! I'm going crazy! No, not that much...!"
The ****d smile she had been desperately trying to maintain instantly crumbled, and Natsuki writhed in agony, her face bright red. With no escape, her arms raised in a fixed position, her body trembled violently and arched backward as she was attacked from all sides. She couldn't be rude to the customer—that cry of reason was powerless against the barrage of blows to her sides.
"Heehee, hahahaha! No, it'll break! Ahahahaha!"
For 30 minutes, waves of excitement pour in nonstop. In the end, all that remains are tear-filled eyes, disheveled hair, and uncontrollable laughter. You will have a front-row seat to witness this demure woman throw away her professionalism and "collapse."