Aiming to Be an Orc Gentleman

"Oh, um... Mr. Clenall?

"Shut up!"

"But..."

"Fine, you just have to sit quietly!

I still can't keep up with my understanding of how this happened.

After having plenty of fun with Muke, I stayed for the night and then came back to the "Forest Exit Pavilion”, but since then I had felt something strange about Mr. Krenal, but I thought it was because it was normal for me to be there when I was talking to Muke and Mr. Orine.

Now that I think about it, my instincts seemed right. From now on, believe in yourself.

"It's your fault... Oh, what the hey, I was making you puff. It's your fault!

"I should have cleaned my body properly..."

"Shut up!

It's unreasonable.

Even as you resist, your hands are tied to the elbow of the chair and your hands are tied to the legs of the chair so you can't even move.

No way, I didn't expect my colleagues to do this, and I shouldn't have followed them as long as I wanted. Looks like it was a trap from where Mr. Clenall was asked to wait and recommended the chair because he was invited to his house and would make tea. There's nothing I can do about it in my position while sitting on a boulder.

This is a situation where Mr. Clennal is riding with his clothes torn with scissors and his face bright red on his knees that he was forced to bare. If you get slammed badly, you could fall for every Mr. Crenal.

"Mmm... it's hitting my stomach..."

Unconsciously, I got excited about this situation.

I try to fake my bracketed arm, but I don't want to be tied with rope. Mr. Clenall, who also roughed his breath while he was about to, licked up his neck muscle.

"No...... I can't stand it!

Mr. Clennal, staring straight at me with his fixed eyes, has grabbed my meat stick gently as it touches his stomach. My fingertips are trembling as it seems slightly awkward, but on the contrary, the tremor made me feel itchy and I accidentally stuck my hips out.

"Follow me, I want to..."

Mr. Clenall's finger, which moved loosely, stopped caught in the crease of the tortoise head. I moaned because I was made limp with my first hand.

"Ah... did it hurt?

"No…… very irritating"

Since the tortoise head is dry, it can be a tremendous irritation when rubbed, but the young lady in a good place, Mr. Krenal, seemed to have little knowledge of it.

"Sure, so much so..."

When I thought I opened my mouth small, Krenal's saliva dripped down my tortoise head. Thanks to the lukewarm saliva, there is no pain in Mr. Krenal scratching the meat stick, and the water sounds really nasty all over.

"Duh, where did you get that knowledge?"

"My maid has a book like that...... I don't care about that! Phew, hmm."

As Mr. Clennal, who floated, pressed his own crack against my tortoise head, he tried to keep his hips down. But then I slipped and rubbed up the erect clitoris hard.

"Mm-hmm."

I guess Mr. Krenal can't help but tolerate his whispers as he trembles with his body. My hips fell on their own, and Clitoris and the bell mouth were rubbing.

"I can stand it...... ugh!

Blurring and trembling heavily, he leaned on me weakly. [M] Mr. Krenal's breathing repeatedly in his ear, and he ran paralyzed on his spine. I'm going to keep pushing you down if you don't even restrain me.

"Ha-ha-ha... sorry, now I'm satisfied"

"Yes, no"

Mr. Crenal doesn't seem to have much sexual experience, so I can't help it. Anyway, I tried to congratulate the excitement, but the stimulus ran on the fudge meat stick.

"... when you feel better, you serve white, right?

"Yes, but you don't have to, do you?

"It's not impossible. Um... thank you. Thank you for making me feel better………"

Quick to say, Mr. Clenall moved his hands up and down at some speed as he opened his mouth small again and dropped saliva on the turtle head. Looks like he's in a hurry. This is good, but it's creepy on boulders.

Before I opened my mouth, Mr. Clenall's hand movement changed. Rub the meat stick to twist, with a particular focus on blaming the cali neck. Even though it's a relaxed move, it's highly irritating, with a twitching and ejaculatory feel.

"So, are you okay? Doesn't it hurt?"

"Ugh... it feels so good..."

Gurin, and his wrist are twisted, and Mr. Crenal's soft palm feel caresses the meat stick. He seemed anxious, and then an excited eye-catching crenal stared straight at me, so I accidentally groaned.

My body is small, but it looks so colorful.

Soon, I stared at Mr. Clenall as he sucked into his eyes, which were so close to his face that his lips seemed to touch him.

Maybe that was the signal.

Mr. Clenall has just spoken softly to touch it.

My lips slowly separated and Zhu ran slightly on Mr. Crenal's cheek. As if, I began to move my hands very hard on the meat stick to delude the illumination, and it quickly became intense.

It was half-hearted, so it's the limit as soon as possible.

This was the moment when the temperature of the creek and sticky water became faster and faster, and the scratch came up from the back of the waist.

"Hey, one more time..."

Mr. Clenall's hand stopped at a time as if he had identified my ejaculation, and his faint face approached.

Ugh, this is pretty hard to inch.

Mr. Krenal himself doesn't know, but if you could just rub one more rub, this whole thing would have been perfect, or awesome.

My meat stick bouncing with regret seems to be killing me.

"Nchu... Nchu... Nyu"

Will curiosity be worse than shame when it is done twice? I pushed my tongue into her mouth as Ms. Clennal moved as she aggressively pressed her lips. This is a protest because I can't get around, but Mr. Krenal has apparently got his tongue tangled with the weasel by mistake that I'm a rider, too. I'm happy for you, but I'm not.

"Hmmm... you are sooo eh..."

My heart rattled strongly as the clear bridge that led to Mr. Krenal's lips, smiling glossy, broke.

It was from my hand that I heard a misplaced noise. I think I accidentally pulled the restraint off.

"Huh..."

"I'm sorry, I'm at my limit."

Unrestraining each leg of the chair and lifting Mr. Krenal up vigorously looking up at me with a decent eye, I pushed him down onto the couch on my eye.

"Gee, ah, hey, hey, why!? I tied him up pretty tight......!

"I'm sorry! Now hurry up."

I'm surprised. I don't do anything to hold Mr. Clennal against me that would puncture my hands and feet. When I grabbed both wrists together softly and restrained Mr. Clennal overhead, I saw a familiar sight somewhere.

but I really threw it away, not the other way around, and stuck my hips out all the way across Mr. Clenall to avoid weighing in.

The destination is not the secret, but the glowing lips.

Soft, nasty and salivable, Mr. Clenall's lips seemed to be inviting.

'If we are going for a gentleman, sometimes we also need a forceful attitude. I just wish I were a gentleman, not so cheap. It is also necessary for a gentleman to show his power'

I haven't remembered that sentence in a long time, and I didn't hesitate to push my tortoise head against Mr. Crenal's lips and insert it forcefully.

"Mmmm! Nku, Nku…………………………."

First, leave it inserted to enjoy the feel of your mouth. It's just pleasant to have hot, and then a mucous membrane tangled together touching it.

She looks up at me with an eye to blame, but she stays quiet without putting her teeth up. His face was slightly reddish and he seemed quite excited about the situation being pushed down.

Nevertheless, the fear of the aftermath remains the same, and I wonder if it would be easier to get it done as soon as possible without getting angry.

You won't be able to sampling too hard. Without intending to indulge in ejaculation, I moved my hips loose.

To some extent, I also expected it to bite me, but that hasn't even happened to fine dust, rather it's licking my tortoise head around so I don't stand my teeth. It must be the slutty air that's cooperating.

Undrinkable saliva drips off the narrow lip edge. Still, I was even impressed with Mr. Clenall, who was eager to twist my meat stick.

"Ugh, I'm leaving already!

At least I pulled my hips on the brink of ejaculation as I tried to get out.

"Ah, Mr. Crenal!

Oh, my God, Mr. Clenall's been clinging to my hips until he shook off the restraint. I welcomed the meat stick all the way down my throat, and it was impossible to pull it out when the bell tip was rubbed to the tip of my tongue like a scarecrow.

I felt so comfortable that it turned white in front of me that I put it in Mr. Crenal's mouth.

"Uh-oh, it sucks…………………."

"Mm-hmm! Nku, nku."

Soon after being thoroughly sucked to squeeze out the rootstock semen and told to spit it out, Mr. Crenal drank it without a drop left.

"Hmmm... Nchu... it sucks already... but it was delicious, maybe?