Desire

She turns away. A thin arm extends forward that is not suitable for being unmanned. A long palm rests on the white wall of the bathroom. Azin swallows his saliva and looks at the whirling smell of raw snow. "... are you not going to bed?" My neck is burning. Ajin cautiously bites, and says that the scent of raw snow on the wall is only swirling behind his head.

"Why?"

As she speaks, she lowers her hand against the wall and grabs her butt. "I'm just sweating a little before the bath. What do you need to go to bed for?" Raw snow smells mean and asks. In this regard, I was strangely different from my usual appearance of being very shy. Azin sighs and reaches out. Azin's hand grabbed the black snowy waist.

".. do you care?"

"What do you care?"

The scent of Raw Snow twists its head and grunts. Asin smiled bitterly, pretending not to. "Thank you." With a small murmur, the black snowflake grunts in a low voice. "What are you thankful for? Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. Full of bathtubs."

It was before the smell of Raw Snow ended. I stabbed him with all my strength. "Ugh...!" The sensation of excavation shocked me with the smell of black snow. "Don't say a word. Don't say a word." Azin swallowed his breath and tightly grabbed the black snowy waist. I pushed my lower back forward to the limit. Soft, hot, sticky... and something touches the end. My body trembles with the smell of raw snow. They say they have enough power to challenge God, but they haven't trained here. The shaman touched God, but she was still immature in this act.

"Huff."

The scent of Raw Snow exhaled. Asin, who had remained motionless for a moment and was inside the Raw Snow scent, slowly shifted his lower back. You twist your waist sideways, not backwards. As he moves, his rosy waist bends to the side. "Ugh...!" I could feel the hot skin cold. It was swallowing and sucking the pain from the depths. I felt a little dangerous. I knew it. It's been too long. Ajin chewed his lower lip well. I felt like I was going to pack it even though I did it once. I feel like my toes are tickling and all my body hair is falling out.

"It's been a long time."

Azin mutters and pulls his waist back. Tight pink flesh springs out back with a piece of azin. Azin looks at the shivering smell of raw snow as he swallows his saliva. Shoot... You hear the sound of water filling the bathtub.

"Master."

Azin's hand grabbed the black snowy waist. Every time Azin's hand sweeps away the flesh, the body of Raw Snow flinches and shivers. It seemed unbearably adorable. At the same time, sadism spilled. I don't know. Azin's hand goes up. His hand climbs up the recessed vertebrae. I felt the raw snow in my senses that made my body blemish.

Azin's hand grabs the shoulder of the Raw Snow scent. She's pretty tall for a woman, so she just lifts her toes a little. Azin grabs her shoulder and pulls her back. "Hehe!" Raw snow-scented body bends back like a bow. The trembling legs bend slightly. Azin grabs her shoulder and moves her back like crazy. It seemed cheap, but he desperately endured it. I felt like I was losing my mind. Mixed with the sound of water filling the bathtub, the sound of flesh pounding. The black snow scent held back the groaning that erupted as it retreated open legs. Azin, who was shaking his back while holding his shoulders close to his body, looked at the head of the black smell that was surging in front of his eyes. He reaches out and grabs it without even knowing it.

"Ugh!"

You sound surprised by the smell of Raw Snow. Azin waves his back as he pulls the head of the Raw Snow, ignoring her screams. The back of a razor-shaped Raw Snow with a bow and a rear bent head. "Ugh!" Her groaning bursts out. It was rough. It's been a long time. With his left hand, Azin pulls the razor-scented head high, striking her butt with his right hand. Yikes! I mixed in the sound of the bathroom and let out a whiff of raw snow.

It was the first time it was treated this way. She was always on someone's shoulders, not on the men's side like this. The strange sensation that I had never felt in my life warmed her up. My back is swollen and my legs are loosened. The pulled hair gave a strange pleasure rather than pain. Yikes, mate. My butt is burning. I'm trained. I don't feel pain. Even if I felt pain in the first place, I am not weak enough to moan about it.

Nevertheless, the groaning kept coming out of my mouth. There was no pain, but my butt was burning like an earthquake and my body was even hotter. My breasts were beating loudly and I felt the nipples tickling strongly.

"Boobs."

The rough smell of raw snow made a different sound, not groaning for the first time. Asin's body, which was partially mesmerized, craving the flesh of raw snow, stopped. "Yes?" The black snowflake sharpens its teeth. Idiot.

"... tits, touch me."

The scent of Raw Snow mutters shamefully with its red ears. In response, Azin smiles heavily and leans forward, placing his hands on her head. I touched the back of Raw Snow and the chest of Azin. "You mean here?" I didn't see your face, but I thought the smell of raw snow must be smiling. That distinctive, teasing, outrageous laugh. And she was right. Azin smiles and squeezes his black snowy chest.

The contact is slowly rubbed. I didn't go back and forth roughly, but my flesh and flesh touched me, and I squirmed inside. I felt like my tickle was scratching. Every time I scratched it, I felt like I was going to go crazy instead of being cool. My heart seemed to melt. My poor bust, pinched nipples, was hot in the man's hands. In the mouth of the Raw Snow, a ferocious groaning that was different from the screaming and shouting of power when I felt pain continued to flow.

You hear a squeak. It was the sound of flesh thumping in close proximity. Stick, wrap, tighten, and slide... the smell of Raw Snow swallows the saliva. I'm thirsty.

"Master."

Azin calls her. She turns her head as she moans with a dull head and becomes wet with joy. I see a dazed, open eye. Scattered, sweaty black hair and reddened cheeks were brainwashed enough to excite any man. Azin licked his lips. He squeezes his black snowy chest and grabs her butt. Azin's hands spread her butt out to the side. He looked at her stumbling anus and asked.

"Can I touch it?"

First of all, respectfully. I can't believe you didn't understand that question. Touching? What the hell are you doing? I knew I was being hard on myself. Thus, Ajin accepted the silence of Raw Snow as her positivity. It was a clean anus, not showing any dirt. Azin reaches out his finger and tucks it in with a black snowy lip. "Urgh..." The smell of raw snow deeply swallows the incoming finger. The sticky tongue stuck to my fingers and was covered in saliva. Azin pulled out his finger and took it to the Raw Snow's anal cavity.

"Now, wait a minute. What the hell...?"

Only then did I realize what Ajin was trying to do. She shouts in a bewildered voice, and the shout does not stop him from acting. "Hiic!" She twists, screaming in shock. Sticky wet fingers with saliva pierce through the wrinkles and dig into the hole. I felt the pressure tightening. "What the hell are you...!" Raw snow shook and cried out, but Azin did not pull his finger. It was a strange sensation.

I didn't stop my lower back. Azin's goods were still going back and forth in the Raw Snow scent. The finger in the anus felt it. I felt myself moving beyond the wall, and every time I did that, I was shaking and shaking inside my Raw Snow body. Azin sticks his finger in deeper. Woof. The more I did, the less pressure I tightened my fingers. I stabbed him with all my strength, and his hands went all the way in. "W-what...!" The scent of Raw Snow bows and flushes. Fingers in the anus were not so thick, but all the senses of the whole body were feeling it sharply. Whenever my fingers bent, the scent of raw snow was shaken with a great flurry. Azin rests with his hand on the black snowy waist that was about to settle down.

"How do you feel?"

Ajin asked, struggling. "Does it hurt?" Seriously, I was really curious. "I d-don 't know...!" The smell of Raw Snow panted and said. It was a little different from being sick. It just felt like my body was floating. "Can't you elaborate? I'm curious." Azin chews through the ear of Raw Snow. The hot breath made my body tremble with the smell of black snow.

"Well, if you're that curious, you're going to have to go directly into your..."

"I don't want to do that, so I'll ask the master. How do you feel?"

Azin breaks a finger and says: "Ugh!" Raw snow groans, twisting its waist. The reaction was funny, so Azin moved his fingers forward and backward. I felt my fingers squeezed against the tightening pressure. The sighing smell of raw snow chewed my lips well.

"Oh, it doesn't hurt. It's... it's... it's okay. The poop."

"I feel like shit."

"Again... poop, not that..."

Raw snow groans in a split voice.

"And... something's... weird. Hey, it's all in both sides, so... it... feels good... No, I'm not feeling well... I just feel... I don't know! It's just weird!"

"You don't hate it."

Azin nods as if he knew. Ajin's lower back moves a little faster. At the same time, fingers in the anus scrape her wall back and forth. "Th-that's not it!" Raw Snow's scent echoes through her shoulders. Ajin felt her flesh tighten tightly, and felt more sticky and running water than before.

And it drove the azine completely insane. The faster the action of Ajin, the lower the body of the black snow scent. You can't power your legs. The sensation of digging both holes makes her unable to think of anything. It was the first time I felt so helpless since I was defeated by Gladiolus. What drove her even crazier was that I didn't hate the feeling of helplessness. She forgets even her face and groans wildly, and each time she hears it, her actions become more violent. In the middle of the night, she has two fingers in her anus, and she screams. "Th, stop it!" She wakes up in a hurry, shouting, but the pain doesn't stop. The two fingers go back and forth from each other. You bend and scratch inside and open the hole. The flesh of the Raw Snow trembles.

"That... that's not what I was told to do!"

"It's used here, too. I've never used it."

When was the last time I saw an outburst?

In my poor mind, I begged for it. It was unpredictable. I was trembling with the smell of raw snow. I felt the hot, sensitive, boiling semen spilling inside. I felt a strange feeling of filling my body, and it became extreme pleasure. The scent of Raw Snow lets out a sigh and tries to settle down. Ajin grabs hold of the Raw Snow scent without taking it out yet. Within the smell of Raw Snow, his stuff twitched, and each time, the flesh of Raw Snow flinched tightly into the aching object.

".. there's a lot of water."

Azin glanced at the bathtub and said, Shoot... The water you turned on fills the bathtub and flows to the floor. The black snow scent stares at it blindly and says nothing. Ajin licks her shiny neck, sweating. It tasted like salty sweat.

"Have you exercised enough?"

I pulled my finger out of the dark-snow-scented anus and asked. The wet fingers glow with a sticky liquid. Azin glanced at it, mixed with curiosity and took his finger to the tip of his nose. At that moment, the smell of Raw Snow woke me up.

"No!"

The hand of the Black Snowflake that shouted sounded like pain in his face. Splash! The floating body falls into the bathtub.

It was a relief not to die.

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It hasn't worked in a long time.