Aiming to Be an Orc Gentleman

Looking for me, who won't be back forever, Muke, who flew out of the city of Nunu, said he had been caught by humans at the border of the Great Forest.

The humans who captured the magical unusable muke said they caught those coming straight out of the woods from the next to the next, pushing them into that iron carriage.

All the captured people seemed to be out of the woods by accident, and they wore that collar before they could resist.

Muke told me everything.

I thought you'd be worried, but I never thought this would happen. Safe, I could take it back, but if I hadn't slipped away from the carriage then, I would have relaxed back into the woods without even knowing what Muke was going to see.

After all, human territory is a dangerous place. Try not to get too close.

There were four abandoned carriages, separating the number of people riding evenly, and although they were not comfortable, they all made it back to the woods safely.

We got off the carriage in the city of Nunu, but it looks like each of the others arrived where they live before getting off.

I haven't been away that long, but when I arrived at the "Forest Exit Pavilion," I felt nostalgic.

I almost died of Mr. Orine's crying flat-handed beatings and Mr. Clenall's gold kick, but I managed to get forgiveness for helping Muke. But it's my fault that Muke got caught, but I won't have to rush him myself. [M]

I was able to return safely to the days I lived while helping the inn again.

But at the same time, one problem has arisen.

"Mmm, mmm... mmm, mmm"

Muke, who was moving her head back and forth as she crawled her hot tongue on her swollen turtle head, stopped her fuzzy movement and let her mouth go.

"Hey, Ruto. … I want you to let me in."

Since returning to the forest exit pavilion, he has frequently begun to seek out how much he has enjoyed being abducted. That is because the sun is high, not blind.

Even while working as Mr. Orine's help, Muke trivially presses his body to appeal. I'm glad to hear it, but I'd like the boulders to refrain from those things in the presence of some customers.

Every day that went on, Mr. Orine gave me a break to talk to Muke about how much I could spare, but this is how I got my pants off early on about the place I chose to talk to.

If this happens, it's hard for me to gamble, too. Why don't you just let it go until you're satisfied?

I'm sure what Muke wants so much is the urge to come from anxiety. If so, it is my responsibility. If you tell me the truth, it's been accumulating ever since you left the woods. In addition to that, it is no wonder that if you see Muke's fierce invitation, you will abandon your thoughts.

"You don't have to be in such a hurry. We're off today, so let's take our time."

The moment I said that, the look on Muke's face was so gorgeous, I guess I was pretty patient. Take off your muke clothes while you kiss each other intensely intertwining your tongues.

"Mm-hmm... hmm."

Muke's face melted into the glossy water sound. This is just the kiss. I let go of the clothes I made her undress appropriately and touched her breasts.

"Hey... better, better be tight."

The correct stimulus, such as mopping rather than rubbing, naturally seemed to be insufficient, and Guru was pushed down by a muke pressing his chest against his hand, leaving him on horseback.

"Eh, heh. I'll be up there today."

"Hey, haven't you changed your tone to something?

"That's not true."

Muke pressed his own secret crack against the repetitive meat stick and began to push his hips back and forth into small pieces. Snuggly tangled meatballs rubbed up the back muscles, causing an unspeakable sense of comfort.

"Oh, do... feel good. This feels good."

Muke, on the other hand, seemed rather sensitive, immersed in pleasure as he even drowned his covetousness from the edge of his mouth. I picked the pinnacle of Muke's tiny chest all the time as I bolstered my hips a little bit.

"Hia! Yeah, no, no, I feel too much...!

Whatever you say, Muke doesn't try to stop his hips from moving. That means you want me to do more. When I rubbed my nipples, which stood up properly on my thumb and index finger belly, Muke's hips bounced tremendously.

It was a muke that fell on me as it was, but my desires moved my body independently of my intentions.

"Hia! Hey, why!? Why can't you just stop hitting me... Mmm-hmm."

Rubbing hard on my meat bars is faster. [M] Because it was something to rub over my underwear, I was soaking wet with love liquid, and the shape of the secret crack was coming up clearly.

I've never cared about underwear before, but this is going to get me pretty shitty. The contrast with Muke's white skin is glossy again. I feel like I've figured out one end of the reason why women care about underwear.

You can't even suck off your underwear anymore, or a lot of love liquid is dripping down my meat stick. This degree of excitement is not the ratio you've had so far.

It's burning.

Playing a plump floating clitoris over his underwear, that alone drowned Muke. It seemed so good that I didn't even have a voice, and the blur and the love liquid dripped off.

Instead of pulling your hips to the intensity of the stimulus, you don't know the bottom because it pushes you more.

I took my fingers off the clitoris pushing my pants up, crawled my right hand through my spine, shifted my pants and inserted my left index finger into the butthole of my muke.

I looked up so that the jaw of Kuru Muke could peel, but I spinned my fingers around my butthole without intent.

"Mm-hmm! Iku!"

It was a muke that was supreme with just that much stimulation, but I kept twitching my butthole as it was, not through the bulk of it.

The butthole that tightens with the cucumber gradually became stuffy, finally bringing in a lukewarm bowel fluid.

"Ugh, no buttocks...!

Of course I ignore it. I rubbed my weak spot up to apologize for ignoring it.

"Hih..."

Is it a whisper that doesn't speak? Muke's body, stuffed with breath all the time, trembled into small pieces and weakened slowly.

"Boobs, I said no..."

"Please sit back and say that."

When I pulled a thousand slices of Muke's underwear that weakly still wouldn't stop me from rubbing the secret onto the meat stick, a secret crack so vaunted that the hot air seemed to come out was waiting with my mouth open.

You must have figured out what you were going to do. I raised my voice of fine restraint, but I ignored it and pressed my turtle head into Muke's vaginal hole. Of course, I keep my fingers in the anal.

Before I pushed my hips, Muke's hips sank backwards, resting on top of me.

I took a breath all the way to my roots, and on the contrary, I even pushed my uterus up.

Muke shuddered as he pressed his face against my chest, feeling much stronger than the discomfort of being able to lift his gut.

Oh, you're drooling now.

The continuous peak in a short period of time on the boulder does not have the strength, so I decided to rest with it inserted. I'm not sure if Muke will be able to rest in this state after all, but he's not going to do anything from me.

Not from me.

Muke is gasping because of the nagging vaginal walls as if to ask for a suction.

Accepting the meat stick to its roots, it won't stop rubbing against me, despite my disappointing hips. [M]

Now, Muke is probably shaking his head and appealing that he can't stand it anymore, so he really can't control his body.

Rest is more like a hurry in this state. First of all, wouldn't you stop losing your mind if I made you fierce? If you decide so, you only have action.

"Stop... kuuuu"

I lifted Muke's hips all the way up and stuck my hips out in momentum at the same time as I dropped them.

The bell mouth pushed up the mouth of Muke's uterus with momentum, and her body jumped up so badly.

But I couldn't escape because I was holding on to my hips disappointingly. Instead, I bounced up, so I was pushed into my roots again. We will poke it up thoughtfully for the timing of contact with Muke's hips without ever having to do anything about it.

"Ahhh! Oh, no!

The joints became raw and warm along with a whisper that could also be heard in the adjacent room.

If you look at it, aren't you taking a little leak? Has it shaken every uterus to the bladder? You just couldn't stand it because you didn't poke so hard.

"Ugh... I took a leak..."

Muke, with his eyes full of tears, looked up at me anxiously, and his reason was about to blow away.

But you shouldn't take a leak. Muke is already an adult, too, so he gets his back finger on the boulder. Shall I correct one here, with one skin off? Then there was the punishment.

"Heh, heh, what? Duh, why butt... Hih!

The elastic muke's glutes are going to be comfortable to beat and become a habit. Muke, who mistakenly thought that I was angry when I slapped him silently, was still crying and biting his lips off. I couldn't help but want to bump into it, but I managed to enjoy it and slap my butt hard.

"Oh, my... apologize! Don't slap me because I apologize."

It's so desperate that my addiction has been unnecessarily stimulated. Humans seem to want to bully someone they like, but I think I understand why.

The flesh is thin, but it's good to slap the mochi and elastic buttocks silently over and over again, but let's keep it around here because the purpose is not to make the muke cry.

"I'm not a kid, so I need to cure the leak, right?

"Chi, no. Um, this is..."

"What was that, sure, like this, he likes to cuddle me off my back, lift my legs, and make me do it, right? I'll start today so you don't have to take a leak."

Saying it disgustingly, I hugged the horse riding muke and woke up my upper body. The meat stick that remained inserted broke out and the remaining urine also erupted.

"Oh, no... I'm not a child anymore..."

"Now if - you have. This is a decision."

"Oh, no…………………."

Oh, what an adorable muke that turned bright red. He pressed his face against my chest, squeaking his nose and nodding.

"Punishment..."