Aiming to Be an Orc Gentleman

Until the other day, the heat was an illusion, so much so that it cooled down rapidly here recently.

It seems that the land pattern, the snow, does not fall, but instead it has entered a terribly cold period,.

We didn't have much to do with orcs during the cold weather, the town said.

The hole warehouse is always warm, and this body is so puffy and hot all year round in the first place.

Everyone in the inn wore a lot of clothes, as opposed to me, who was told it was a big cold season and didn't know much about the difference.

The elf tribe's muke weaves its long sleeve yarn jacket, rubbing its little hands together to make its nose red.

Mr. Orine, of the Ware Bear tribe, didn't seem very different from me, and he was dressed as usual.

And when it comes to Mr. Clenall and Mr. Celie and Mr. Meilia, isn't your body wearing enough to be visible twice?

First of all, Mr. Clenall.

She also always weaves feathers on this jacket, and her small body is bigger on the side. But for some reason, my lower body is exposed as usual, and this one I'm looking at is going to be colder.

Celie and Meyria wore matching cold gear all the time and looked blue.

Says, "I've never been so cold" and I still want warm soup.

It's kind of hard for everyone.

It would be difficult to work in the water field if it were so cold, so I started working modestly in my job of serving and combining dishwashing and serving. Because the water is certainly cold this time of year.

Sometimes it's an inn, and I light fireplaces all day, but my firewood consumption doesn't make me stupid.

There is no heating in the private room, so this is how we all gather until or when we go to bed…

"Um……………."

"What?"

"It's hot in here."

"I'm cold."

I currently have Mr. Clenall on my lap and dare to replace me with a chair.

The starting point was that Mr. Clenall witnessed a muke that was always stuck with me.

"Did something happen..."

"Oh, yeah. Rut seems to have a very high temperature, so it's very warm, huh?

"Hmmm.... hey, can you just lend me a little?

"No, make me look like a thing."

"Fine."

Until Muke.............

Instead of Muke sitting on the couch all the way away, Mr. Crenal sat on my lap ramblingly.

"Hmm, you're pretty comfortable sitting. Thanks to this meat."

Mr. Clenall picked my stomach, though.

Ugh, why do you follow……….

"Huh... I'm getting sleepy about something. Can I sleep like this?

"Fine."

You no longer say the same thing to Muke. And you ignore me as a matter of course.

You're getting kind of empty......

If this happens, will you not be able to ignore me? [M]

Just in time, Mr. Celie and Mr. Meyria took the soup dish back to their room, and Mr. Orine and Muke rowed the ship relaxed and wrapped in a blanket.

That's all we have right now.

Mr. Krenal, who sits on me with his blanket woven, is also going to sleep right now. I gently crawled my fingers through the blanket clearance onto Mr. Crenal's thighs so as not to wake Mr. Muke and Mr. Orine.

"Mmm..."

Mr. Clenall, who is about to fall asleep, just twists and turns and doesn't seem to notice.

From my thighs I then let my fingers dive into the back and Mr. Clenall's underwear touched my fingertips.

It is good to sleep in a chair, but please also understand that you will be taunted accordingly.

It's just not good when it's time to take off your underwear, so I'll start by gently looking at Mr. Clenall's secrets from the top of the cloth.

"Mmm...... Mmm."

Even in a state of dreams, you seem to feel the irritation. Let's continue.

Move your fingers slowly, taking care not to roll the blanket.

Little by little, Mr. Clenall's underwear got damp, so I crawled my fingers inside his underwear.

Then, isn't her secret fissure spilling a slight but loving liquid?

Looking at you and yourself, Mr. Crenal is asleep with a very pleasant expression.

Looks like you can move your fingers a little bit if this is the case.

Firstly, I will creep my fingers into Mr. Clenall's secret fissure, which begins to get wet, and scratch them with my fingers to stimulate the vaginal orifice and pubic nucleus at the same time.

"Mm-hmm."

It's a sensitive place, so even if you're asleep, your exhalation will spill. Slightly increasing the rate of scratching caused Mr. Clenall's lips to become half open.

You look very slender, but leak a slutty exhale.

"Oh, fu... Mm-hmm."

I changed my goal to a pinch of swollen clitoris and picked her gently with my fingers, Mr. Clenall's hips jumped small.

You could wake up if you just irritate this place so hard.

Gently stroke your pubic nucleus with your finger belly.

"Huh... Huh... Huh"

You're doing well. It's a hoax to see how Ms. Clenall doesn't wake up or how she is, but it's been kind of a lot of fun.

From the small, exhaling lips, there is a spill of amber showing pleasure.

When I moved my fingers to the vaginal mouth I hadn't touched in a while, Gucci, and the accumulated love fluid made a noise.

Tickling her vaginal orifice with her index finger as she gently squeezed her pubic nucleus with her thumb belly, she sucked it on her finger as if it were something.

If this is all wet, and slowly, I've only inserted one finger to keep Mr. Clenall awake.

Without any resistance, the fingers are swallowed to the ground and slightly soaked.

Mr. Clenall is asleep, but his body moves so far on its own, doesn't it?

Stimulating Mr. Clenall's vaginal meat with his fingertips as he made puffy noises on the blanket basket, his fingers were suddenly tightened and Mr. Clenall's hips shivered.

"-... Mm-hmm."

Oh, you seem to have stunned.

If you look at Mr. Crenal's expression, isn't he slightly frowning and spilling sloppiness from the edge of his lips?

My spine shudders at that unprotected, extreme look.

There's nothing wrong with making this so intense that it's already happening.

Finger sampling is performed at an unparalleled rate, whilst grinding through the crushed pubic nucleus.

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"Ha, ha... Mm-hmm."

Trembling all over his body, Mr. Krenal will again be at his peak, but it is not me who stops his fingers there.

We will pump faster, harder, and crush the stuck pubic nucleus harder.

It comes from my fingers that the tightening of my fingers never ends and that three times and four degrees and Mr. Crenal are at their peak in a row.

Mr. Clenall looked like he was still awake, even though he flaunted his face.

How sweet of this delightfully distorted look. It's on your back. I can't stop.

Moving his fingers hard in a momentum that no longer concerns Mr. Clenall, whether he wakes up or is found by Mr. Muke and Mr. Orine, Mr. Clenall's hips on his knees jumped frightened, and the strength to tighten his fingers became even stronger.

Soon the underwear will be full of cloudy love liquid.

Mr. Krenal's hips jumped hard and she was weakened when the number of consecutive peaks exceeded her double-digit limit.

Maybe I didn't have to. I did too much.

When I pulled my hand out of my underwear to keep her awake, I was wandering around with Mr. Crenal's love liquid, which was white and cloudy.

I'm getting a little bit of advice underwear, and I might catch a cold if I leave it like this.

When I slowly pulled my underwear out of Mr. Clenall's legs, fixed the blanket and laid Mr. Clenall on the couch, I decided to go back to my room, holding onto her underwear.

Do something about this sudden thing and then decide to wash Mr. Clennal's underwear and sneak it back so that it doesn't fall apart.