Devil Teacher

1.

What Eugene saw when he opened the door to the room was Eugene lying on the bed.

There are no pajamas that look uncomfortable.

I don't even have sleeping pants that I used to cover my lower half.

Eugene, who covered himself with only one pair of panties, stood on the bed until his chest could be seen.

I felt my neck burn.

Today I was just going to pick her up with a massage, but let's look at her back and get caught up in conflict.

Do you want me to just grab it right here?

Definitely far from exercising hard.

It is nevertheless beautiful.

Smooth, flawless back, sharply folded wing bones, and upward standing muscles on a glamorous waist curve.

Aesthetically flawless.

"You took off your pants, too?"

"Gi, make sure you do it! Oh, but it's embarrassing."

Eugene rolled his eastern leg and buried his face wide on the pillow.

Do not miss that gap, but properly hold the cock that was about to pop out.

I almost got in trouble.

"You've got a nice gown down there."

"If you try to steal it, I'll cover it up quickly. Hehe."

Yuchan slowly approached Eugene.

The flesh that was hidden under the clothes is hooked up.

It was not difficult to see that Eugene was actually nervous about responding to a prank.

I can only see my back stiffened, or my mitral muscles that have risen abnormally.

"Don't worry, I'll never do anything weird."

"I think I'm going to do something about it."

Eugene pulls on Eugene's underwear.

Eugene's body moves into the middle of the bed as if on a magic rug.

"Well, then, why don't you relax? I'll start the massage."

"Yee ~"

I didn't feel like I was shaking.

I felt less interested in strange situations that I had never experienced before.

Of course, if she tries to do something sneaky in this situation, her voyeurism will be immediately frowned upon.

Essential to massage is the gripping force applied to the muscles in the end.

No matter how skilled you are, if you lose your strength over time, it becomes something that imitates a massage like Mary did.

It was not a matter of great concern to the euthanasia who worked on fitness training.

He was well versed not only in the laws governing women, but also in how to entertain them.

One of them is that the massage that releases the muscles is one of his most confident areas.

Shin Rin's influence was limited by this level of skill.

When I was still a footy lover, I gently cast my tired body in performances and exercises.

In the early 1990s, Shinlin was acclaimed for his training in vocational training to buy her enthusiasm.

Well, at the end of the relationship, all I had to do was masturbate cinnamon in oil instead of a massage.

Anyway, it was important to relieve the tension first.

Because if the eggs evacuate or become heavy, they can get caught in the wall by mispressing the muscles they give them.

I squeezed the oil into my hands and rubbed it slowly.

It is similar to body temperature because it was cold in the car.

"Shall I go up?"

"Yes."

I sat down on my knees with Eugene's butt in between.

There were few places where the weight was too large.

I'd rather be glad.

If the groin had touched her ass, she would not have been able to hide the stiffness of the object.

"Hehe...!"

Start from the waist.

Right above the panties.

Starting at the end of her pelvis, she climbed on her standing muscles with her hands full of oil.

Eugene, surprised by the sudden sensation, kicks with a strange sound.

A gentle girl's slaughter that touches her hand.

A muscle that is more resilient than that of a freshly slaughtered, pearly beef.

I didn't do any exercises, and I had no way of explaining it except that I was born to feel this way.

Climb up to the wingbone as if weaving the remaining toothpaste, and touch the lower half of the wing with a semi-circular drawing.

In a slightly vulgar way, it snaps into your hand.

Even given the use of aromatic oils.

"It's weird that Sam's hand touches my bare flesh."

"Please refrain from sexual harassment during your massage."

"Hehehehe."

On the other hand, Eugene, whose strength was relieved by a single sweep, seemed awkward for the audio to rain.

I kept joking, so I took it as a joke.

After hitting his torso, Eugene's side chest, which is pressed against the bed sheet, reveals a distinctive look.

It is a breast that has been touched several times and above clothes.

It was a good shape to reach out and squeeze even now.

"Argh!! Sam!"

Eugene screams as the hand of Eugene presses her shoulders against the base of her wingbone.

When you have anxiety and worry, the easiest part is the mitral muscle.

Eugene was tapping on the pillow and puffing his legs.

It is the delicacy of the heart that sways in the winter.

"You don't have to be so harsh."

"Ugh! Ugh! Sam, I'm really dying!"

It's not a big deal, it's a big deal.

Or maybe the shoulders are too tight.

The eunuch grabbed Eugene's arm and pressed him with a hiccup as he shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm doing it with this kind of power."

"Liar! I just squeezed my gut!"

I've never heard of a gut weave.

Eugene frowned with a voice full of pride as his eyes fluttered.

"You're still angry, aren't you? Are you mad at me?"

"Sir, how good I am with construction."

"Argh!"

It was much lighter than before, releasing it on several occasions with a shoulder and neck.

with your thumb pressing the blood and touching the muscles together.

Eugene seemed a little tense, as he felt the opposite of erotic.

I smile much more cheerfully than before and leave my back to Yuan, but it's okay.

"I think the shoulders are almost finished."

"Wow, that's really cool. What kind of certification do you have, sir?"

"We have a lot of work to do when we work out. I have to do it in my body."

Of course he lied, but Eugene was naively convincing.

If you cast it with a little more strength before, it's time to change the tempo a little bit.

Like rubbing with a tight force, or like epilepsy.

Begin to pat Eugene's back with a shrug.

"Hmmm... hmm..."

When the shoulders and neck are loosened, the torso force is almost loosened.

Despite taking more power than before, as soon as he pushed his fingertips, the baby girl made a pleasant nosebleed.

A little softer.

I use all my fingers to shrug Eugene's skin as if caressing with my fingertips.

"Well...."

The reason why I was laughing and messing around so far has also become silent.

Did he feel something had changed?

As I grabbed the side with my hand, I saw my arm twitching.

I'm thinking about stopping him or not.

Once again, I tinted my back thoroughly.

The delicate jewellery is touched by the hand and wrinkled without missing a bone or muscle defect.

"Ah..."

A sigh leaked from the baby girl's mouth.

There was a very mild but sensual mixture of colors in my sighs.

I looked back and saw her toes squirming.

Until now, I have been forgetting the fact that I have been making jokes.

Show the teacher the bananas right away and let her know you're sleepin 'all you want.

The relaxed body there encourages emotion.

Usually, the touching area reacts to the twinkling of one of the fingertips that passes with the oil.

If it had been judged to be openly carefree, Eugene would have stopped it immediately.

But this is just a massage.

It's not a stumbling block, it's not just a massage that deliberately touches a specific area.

Moreover, Eugene left his body in his hands quietly, even though it was a small vague sensation to call it sexual desire.

"Why are you so quiet? Sleepy? That's good. It's like relaxing and inducing sleep."

"Sam, you're so good."

"I'm going down now. Are you okay?"

Down there?

I was about to unravel my head.

We have to do it right before we test him! I even took my pants off with the idea of a feast, but Eugene was feeling it by now.

You're not doing a massage with sexual messages.

Fortunately, he was a good teacher who was only giving an anmar for a worried student.

He was so considerate that he couldn't even look at his naked torso.

After that judgment, I was ashamed to show him my ass for three days.

Although panties are okay sports panties, they are small enough to show that they are underwear in the first place.

It is a garment that barely covers half of the buttocks.

"Uh, um... yeah, it's okay."

But now it's a little shameful to come downstairs and say,

I don't want to leave the impression that I don't trust him anymore, but I honestly felt very good about my torso massage.

I wondered what it would feel like again below.

"Then why don't you try it again?"

"It's not a big deal."

Contrary to what I said, this hand teasing was very soft.

I've come all the way here, but without rebellion, you don't have to make the atmosphere pleasant.

I don't want to embarrass her right now, but I want to make her feel this way.

How painful it is to spit the food you want to eat in front of your eyes.

"Hmmm... aah..."

Orientals often have thick calves in their body.

Stressful enough for a lot of women.

In that sense Eugene's leg was close to that of the Westerner.

It had an odd but elongated body shape.

How's the touch there again?

Moderately elastic but moderately dry.

I felt as good as when I touched my chest.

However, there was a place where I sucked my gaze like a black hole.

It is Eugene's buttocks, whose triangular cloth is barely covered.

Hip-ups that are comparable to civil society.

It was quite remarkable considering that the Dominican Republic was an expert trained in yoga for many years or so.

Boundary of white flesh, slightly pressed into the rubber band, the volume bouncing left and right each time the leg is sleepy.

A piece of cloth that covers the pussy and the posterior spine sharply reveals the contour of the penis.

It looks like the panties went up when the turbulence started earlier.

The hand of the eunuch began to instrument like a serpent.

The finger that starts from the calf slowly climbs up.

"Haugh..."

Eugene makes a strange sound as she passes the bawl.

I would have thrown a little talk like this in the face of the awkward fact that I made that voice.

It was evidence that I was very focused on this massage.

"Is this place cool?"

If a moderate atmosphere and physical comfort, i.e. relaxation, are ensured, tickling does not differ significantly from sexual arousal.

If you touch the areas called the palate, isn't that the area where you sleep?

I gathered my fingers and carefully rubbed the back of Eugene's fig tree.

I can see the strength of the calf as it tightens together.

"Oh... oh... Sam, it's so... ticklish..."

Eugene's buzzing voice was tempting enough to lick her leg right away.

"Yeah? What about here?"

The eunuch stretches the beast to the thighs.

Eugene's body, which has been loosened, is starting to get nervous again.

But the back of my thigh is fine.

Slowly climb up as if you were making a hard tip with the palm of your hand.

It was a skill that Eugene could not detect strangeness.

It was impossible for Eugene, who knew nothing, to penetrate this agriculture unless he had useful experience called Shinlin.

Slip the palm of your hand to start targeting the inside of your thigh.

Places that are out of the reach of others as usual.

The closer the place is to reproduction, the more natural it is.

"Umm...!"

Eugene's buttocks trembled.

It tastes good to see the rounded cheeks tightly flocked together.

"Is this where you got together?"

"You know, it's a little... too much, isn't it?"

"If you're uncomfortable, I'll quit anytime. It was cool, right?"

Is this the limit?

Euthanasia has a bad taste in her heart.

But Babysitter is a virgin with no male experience, and she spent six months massaging her first pussy with her thumb.

Let's just be satisfied today by seeing why we don't know what to do.

When I thought, "Interstellar Eugene came to talk to me.

"No, just do it."

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