Aiming to Be an Orc Gentleman

Until Muke calmed down, I was left alone.

It's no exaggeration to say that I'm the natural enemy of the elves. It's quite painful to hug the orcs, I thought, but the muke who stopped crying seemed rather happy.

"Um, aren't you being too different......?

I couldn't bear to hear it. As for me at Oak, the beauty of the elves is just nearby that makes me murky, but I'm just trying to contain it.

"I told you, didn't I? Elves are all about pride. Elves who have lost their pride are not seen as compatriots, and they end badly."

"... enough to come all the way out here to kill you."

"I'd still be sweet if you just honestly killed me. Elves who came after me, they were all men, weren't they? It's only natural to cut both ears off, just enough to get rambled. If you get caught, you'll lose your dignity and nothing."

I'm an oak, so it's easy to imagine. It would mean that those elves came with the intention of humiliating themselves to the heart instead of the body.

"But, thanks to Ruto, I didn't have to take away my pride. Not only that, but I'm still alive. So, uh... yes, yes."

It felt innumerable. For the first time, someone thanked me. It's also Oak's Me, to Elf's Muke. I felt like I fulfilled my true self as a gentleman.

"I'm looking to be a gentleman. Naturally."

"Well, Ruto is a gentleman."

Muke's smile, which I tried for the first time, was beautiful enough to burn in the back of his brain, and his spine shivered.

I wanted to distort this smile with the joy of a woman from the bottom of my heart.

At night, we set out to prepare dinner.

I tend to love spears in the face of my lower body spears about to burst into a muke that has changed since I hit it yesterday and I want to stick with something.

Muke will not be here for a while now, as he is cooking with the vegetables and ravioli meat that I have picked.

Sprinkle the lake with water and rub it with a cloth on the tip and pattern where the elf's blood creeps. When that is done, oil the steel tips thinly. I don't have much knowledge of care. Since humans basically don't take care of themselves and seem to leave them to blacksmiths, I've never seen a written book with instructions on how to take care of them.

That's the end of the love spear.

Once I looked back and made sure the muke was spinning the pan, I lowered my pants.

Honestly, it's the limit.

How to open your mind as if you were dealing with a lover in a face that strongly stimulates the instincts of orcs. I'm a gentleman, though I'm in a state of impatience. You will not be attacked by lust. But I'm a man, too, so I accumulate what I accumulate.

It was a lot easier to process when Muke woke up.

Checking her back again with her pants down, she was still in front of the pan. You seem fine with this.

It's quite nervous to rub a stuck object beside a woman. Sure, it was written in a gentleman's book about exposure, but I'm just nervous that I'm not there yet.

It is one of mine that is just short of the average of the Oaks, but instead it is a substitute for Ella's tension being above average. I'm still a virgin because I'm looking for a gentleman, so I don't know if it's a long one or a lot of tension.

If you go through it, it will be clear, but I don't plan on giving it to you at the moment. By agreement, it also said in the textbook, so my people will keep making fun of me for a while.

I just shriveled because I was thinking about it. It's a good thing the excitement has healed. I tried to put on my pants, but they grabbed my strawberry from behind.

White, cold fingers are comfortable and shriveled male organs regain strength. Looking back in a hurry, there was a demonic smile on Muke's back, hugging him to my waist.

My spine trembled.

"Hmm, I finally caught you."

"Hey, hey Muke, touch where..."

Muke's thin fingers scratched my cock. Every time a cold finger goes up or down, I learn the feeling of something coming up from the back of my hip.

She didn't answer my question, and Muke had a lukewarm gaze at Ichimotsu. Instead of stopping, I feel like I'm moving a little faster.

"I've been waiting for you, haven't I? Oak said he was weak on our faces, so I was worried because he put a lot of faces close together and didn't touch them at all."

"Oh, that's because I was patient...... ugh"

Muke's finger, which was just a stroke, gently gripped the rod. She finally came to the front of me when she laughed even more demonically when she accidentally tried to reach me with her throat ringing.

There is a muke face right near the turtle head. Just looking at the sight, the rage that was about to rise stuck. She whispered as she breathed on the tip.

"I didn't need patience………………."

"Oh, you can't do that. I'm looking to be a gentleman. I can't believe I had to."

"If it's agreed, it's okay, right?

A finger holding the pole gently began to creep slowly. I was able to get away with some slight irritation, but I couldn't escape because Muke still supports my back.

"Look, it's okay, okay? I accept ruts. Ever since then, ever since you protected my pride, I've been good."

It was just a devil's whisper. My instinct to bring my neck from the bottom of my heart was going to erupt even now.

I managed to put a lid on it, and I noticed.

There's no need to be patient...... right?

I shouldn't have put it in my mouth. But as if Muke had read that mind, he licked my turtle head up.

"Isn't it a lot, sweet gentleman?"

Oh, this.

I'll take it.

Seeing me nod, Muke smiled happily.

I don't know why this happened, but I'd be happy to devour this girl if she was a good muke.

I gently stroked the returning blonde hair of luster, sticking my hips out just a little and letting the tip touch the crease of the muke. That alone swallowed her tortoise head and slowly contoured it with her tongue.

Muke's mouth was a lot hotter. It's not an increase in body temperature that comes from excitement, it looks just like a cold fingertip.

My tortoise head turns all over my mouth and my muke's inner cheek is rubbed against me.

"Mm-hmm... mmm, mmm... mmm"

Muke's fellatio, which began to move his head slightly, was terrible, and he stuck his hips out and screwed them all the way to the back of his throat.

He blinked his eyes at the sudden foreign feeling, but immediately guessed, Muke quickly moved his head back and forth using it to the back of his throat.

My tongue moves around endlessly in my hot mouth. You're looking for a place where I can feel it, and the same place doesn't really twist. I heard a stirring sound of guppu and saliva spilling out of Muke's lips.

No. I can't stand it much because it was before I masturbated.

What made me feel better was that I made the woman feel better, and then it was also written in the textbook, so I slowly pulled out the ichimotsu when I stroked Muke's head and made him stop moving.

To a genitally wet and glowing in his saliva, Muke looked like he wasn't enough and stroked his lips, but the trick is demonic. Cut off the temptation of Deep Throat, and I held her up.

"Oh, my God, what's wrong?

"Shall I change places? It's hard to see Muke's face here."

The look of Muke, who blushes in embarrassment, is so adorable that he can't think of anyone who has embraced it lightly by sticking it in the back of his throat.

Before I set the fire, there was a laying cloth that I used as a bedding. It would be better than letting them sleep directly on the ground.

And I noticed a breakdown here.

Let's start with a mouthful. I forgot one of those textbooks.

The muke that put me to bed on the cloth was moisturizing my eyes and looking up at me. I accidentally rang her throat and I snatched her lips.

He's a pig head, but he's no different from a human being in shape. It is also normally possible to mouth it.

Kind, kissing just to touch, Muke gave me a surprised look.

"Surprised... I can't believe Orc kissed me..."

I laughed bitterly at the accidentally narrowing muke, but I do think the oak is unusual because it has no foreplay or anything.

Slightly deeper and longer with a mouthful of mouth that just touches each other again.

At first, I was happy with the muke, but she started snuggling my lips with her tongue. You have to answer your expectations.

We took the tip of our tongues out of a crevice gap that opened just a little bit to each other and touched the mucous membrane.

Once tangled up, the rest is easy. We shoved our tongues into each other and got tangled up in our minds.

Drink down the muke's saliva and lick it around the gums with a hot mouth. Was that a pleasure, the muke's tongue tangled all in return?

When I let go of my face, my mouth was numb with muke saliva.

"Phew...... Phew, Phew"

The kiss disturbed Muke's throat glossy up and down. He seemed terribly excited, and at some point the clothes he was wearing were disturbing. The textbook said something about half stripping, something to be, but it's a memorable first experience. I want to see and feel everything about Muke, so the teaching of textbooks is another time.

I unbuttoned the tree and bared the upper body of the muke. The white skin is meticulous and the apex of the cautious chest is a beautiful pink color.

When gently touching his chest, Muke slightly leaked his voice. When I rub one of my sucking breasts in my palms, I finally touch my nipples.

"Mm-hmm..."

I'm sure I'll pick my nipples as I tickle my little milk wheel. That alone made Muke tremble and blush his cheeks.

I suddenly felt like twisting around and decided to lick it just once. As my tongue crossed Muke's chest from tongue to top, a hot exhale struck my ear.

"Lick more............?

"I'm sorry, I can't stand it anymore."

I felt a hot gaze stab my groin and was just a little embarrassed. Anyway, I was just indulging in the soft body of the muke, but I couldn't stop running the juice.

After opening his eyes slightly surprised, Muke smiled with a merciful smile.

"Fine? My first, I give it all."

Maybe he was waiting for that word. Aware that her nose would get rough, I took off her pants. Wild pants must have hated showing my skin to Oak. But now I just want you to see it, and I didn't try to hide it even though I looked embarrassed.

Muke's naked, it was beautiful.

Even though there are a few marks of lynching left, the beauty that doesn't make you feel it would be exactly something like an elf. If you look at your lower abdomen, you are hairless. The slit, as if I had put a cut in it with a knife, was slightly open to show the pink contents.

From body to face, it's a muke with the appearance of a girl, but the Elves are all long-lived species. Even in this appearance, he's twice as old as I am, maybe many times older. At least, adults where humans say they are should already welcome.

I swallowed the saliva, and I stroked it up from a little muke anal to a facial clitoris,

"Oh, it tickles..."

Hiccup, and beautiful anal.

Seeing that, I thought. Trying to put the teaching of textbooks into practice.

'Anyone who aspires to be a gentleman will sometimes touch anal. In that case, once, you should stroke your butthole. If they feel it, it's a sign that they want you to twitch there. Gentlemen, be responsive to the demands of your partner.'

I stroked Muke's anal, and she twisted herself like a tickler is new to my memory. I mean, this is a sign you want me to mess with your butthole!

She opened her legs small enough to find out what I was going to do when I put my face close to Muke's groin. When I dampened the oak tongue longer than the human tongue, I stuck my tongue in the muke's butthole.

"Oh...! Hey, not there."

Muke was talking, but unfortunately, I'm focusing on the hole in front of me. When I spun my intestines around with my tongue sticking into my warm anal, my muke hips still stunned me as to whether it felt good. That textbook sounds right. I think I can continue to safely walk down the road to a gentleman.

Muke's thighs pinch my head, whether it's ticklish or not. If so, and rubbing her tongue movement hard to scrape off her intestines, she became severely bored.

If I was sticking my tongue in and licking it around, I'd loosen up on the boulder. When I pulled my tongue out, the muke, who was indulging in my voice, gasped with a creaking voice.

"Oh, no... not there. Oh, don't stroke me... finger me... whoa!

As soon as you caress your screwed fingers to the back to scratch inside, Muke shivers his hips. I'm glad you seem to feel solid.

I'm not even going to get my dick in or out of a muke's butthole without loosening it up more. I increased my fingers to two.

"Oh no! Don't put two or two... ahhh."

Guppy, and he swallowed the second one as well. Fine. Let it pump until the intestinal fluid dripped off tightly as it was, and suddenly Muke's hips lifted and cramped.

"Phew, hmm...... ha, ah"

Is this the best? I'm glad.

Thanks to the relaxed body, the anal also has a soft, open mouth. Muke screamed delightfully as he put his third finger within the moment.

"Hey... no, no... I just did, but I just did, but I can't... Mm-hmm."

I've got three fingers in there, and you're going to be able to loosen up my stuff for a while.

"Ngu! Ha... no, no... Iku!

The stirring noise is changing the sound, but does that mean that Muke feels it? I'm glad you've been yipping me so many times since earlier.

"Ass! Soko, no! My butt! Previously on... Mae."

Before? Oh, speaking of which, you haven't touched that one. Is it not enough? Fortunately, my mouth is empty, so I suck up the red, swollen clitoris.

"Oops! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Why both?

You get tired of clitoris alone, don't you? After a while of twisting, I screwed my tongue into my vaginal mouth. Of course, the fingers you put in the anal remain in motion.

"Oh, oh, whoa! …………"

came, and Muke's head fell. I guess it's from the comfort that there are traces of tears left. I'm glad.

I tried to hook my fingers in my intestines and pulled them out thoughtfully because my anal seemed loose enough. At the same time as the cramps, the stiffness is tight and shivering. You're going to be able to get in on this.

"Ngu...... oh, no, no, no, no!

As I lifted my tortoise head up into the muke's butthole groaning in the sky above, I punched it deep into my breath. I couldn't help but notice the flutter, the heat, and the tightness that I felt as if I was being grabbed. I tried to pull out the ichimotsu so that I could snuff it off with my proud cali neck in return, but the intestines of the muke tightening up the cucumber swallowed away my penis.

"Ah, ah... Me... Me! Me!"

I tried to start a piston, but it was so drawn in, I tried to turn the muke anal half way up and pulled it out to the tortoise head.

"Ugh! Yikes..."

Melted eyes looked at me. Saliva dripping from thin lips is terribly glossy.

I've put up with it so far, but it's harder than this. I still want to slap my hips thoroughly and release the cloudy fluid.

You noticed so much about me that Muke woke up and hugged me. Of course I left it inserted in the anal, so my intestines tightened up a lot.

"Don't be patient...... full, huh?

Saying so, Muke's lips are looming.

"Ngu... ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

I pulled out my penis to the brink and punched it in full force.

You slap your hips against the grump, ignoring the muke that violently shivers your hips when you're grumpy. I won't forget to change the direction of the small penetration and stimulate the intestinal wall. Solitary intercourse is not a gentleman.

"I'm already yip! Yikes! Ah, ahhh! I don't get it... I don't get it No, no, no!

Finally, I'm the limit to the muke's butthole that tightens repeatedly with the mug, mug, and mug. I shook my hips over and over again, poked my melted muke anal so much that it was still this, and last-minute.

As you wiggle your hips with all your strength, gently insert your fingers into the vaginal mouth that drips through the pompous and white mucus. For the first time, Muke said it would be inexperienced. I immediately touched something like a membrane.

I don't like the loss of a finger on a boulder either, so I just gently stroked the hymen.

Ravaging the hole in the back, at your fingertips, entertain an unexplored virgin land. I get so excited about that fact that I also have heat in my fingers stroking the hymen. Muke is also excited about the disloyalty of being offended by his butthole while being touched by a precious proof of purity, dripping liquid from both holes as he raises his beastly roar.

After all, there was no mistake in the textbooks. Muke is a lot happier, and let's continue to follow the gentleman's teachings.

"Ahhhh! Oh, shit, it's getting bigger! What?"

Kuh, I'm the limit on boulders, too. Muke shook her blonde hair and screamed as she felt her anger swell in her tiny spinning bowel. The turtle head also swells, so the cali neck will be bigger than ever, and if you try to pull it out of the butthole in that condition, you won't be able to catch on to the cali and pull it out. But it should feel better now than it has been for me to piston.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no, no, no! It's a ton, it's a ton..."

Like blocking Muke's mouth, I released the semen that accumulated in the accumulation from the penis that I screwed down to the root into the deepest part.

When I looked at Muke's face, completely silent, with a full taste of the pleasure of losing her hips, she was completely skipping consciousness with her lips sluggishly half-opened.

As I slowly pulled my penis out of the back of my intestine, sparing a few intestines that were still cramped and clutching around, the sticky yellowish semen refluxed from the anal that opened my mouth to my shape.

I fell asleep next to the muke with a sense of conquest and satisfaction in my twitchy buttocks and stretching holes.