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“Yes, but if you're late, I'm sorry about Hyun-joo, so let's wash up quickly. ”

“Thank you. Thank you. ”

“No, brother. ”

Praise smiled and took off the poem's clothes one by one. The poem quickly became naked at the touch of devoted praise. A gigantic penis with a two-centimeter expansion showed a distinct weight difference from the previous one.

Since I had quite a lot of sex with the poem, praise for knowing the size of the penis strangely increased the penis of the poem, and he stared at it without knowing it.

“Why, praise? ”

“Oh, no. ”

I was embarrassed to ask the pope if his penis had gotten bigger, so I blurted it out.

Seeing that praise, the poem smiled slightly and took off the robe of praise. A simple tee and a pair of shorts made me naked. As the brassiere peeled off, the chest of the B cup was so beautiful that it was hard to take off its eyes because it had an unstuck. However, unlike this mature body, a sleek vagina that doesn't have any fur makes praise sexier and more attractive.

The poem touched the slippery vagina. I don't shave, but I feel like my skin is slippery like baby skin because it's not hairy at all because of anxiety.

“Brother, stop touching and wash up quickly. We're going to be late.”

“Got it.”

Praise took the poem into the bathroom. It was a typical bathroom, because praise didn't live well. Although there was a small bathtub, the compliment turned on the warm water in the shower because it needed to be washed quickly.

When the poem got water on his body and head, Chant washed his hair with shampoo.

“My eyes are burning. Praise.”

“Hang in there. Brother.”

The poem groaned and compliments rolled his head with a smile. It's because I knew the poem was a joke.

After washing my hair, I turned off the shower. Then I lathered the body cleanser into the shower bowl and thoroughly washed the body of the poem. After being neck and armpits, chest and bubbles, the penis of the poem was gently rubbed with a shower bowl. It's because I was worried that the situation would hurt from a sensitive place.

“That hurts. Praise.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes. Do it with your hands. ”

It didn't hurt at all, but I had better hands than a shiny shower.

“Okay, brother. ”

The poem said, "I foamed my hands and touched the penis of the poem carefully." However, it was natural to wave the rod around the circumference as long as the penis, holding hands up and down, so praise was also held lightly and waved gently like a caress for the penis of the poem.

“Mmmm... Good. That place is filthy. Wash it thoroughly. ”

While the poem was touching his chest and playing, the hymn was a little embarrassing, but he rubbed his hand to the anus between the testes and the buttocks of the poem and washed it off.

“Now I'm going to wash your legs. ”

“No. Give me a little more wash here. Huh?”

“You're like a baby. ”

The poem squealed as if he were a child. The praise gave him a light smile and patted his back. When his nipple touches the slippery side of the poem with a bunch of bubbles, it secretly feels good.

“It feels good to wash it here. ”

“I have to wash quickly.... Okay."

Chant notices what the poem wants, wrapping his penis around it again and sweeping it away gently.

“Mmmm... Good.”

The poem breathed lightly as the slippery hand provoked the frog. While Chant caresses his penis, the poem touches the teat of Chant. It's easy to dabble because of the bubbles. I squeezed my soft nipples and swiftly rubbed my fingers. Then my nipples slowly swelled up and turned stiff as my penis got bigger.

Even the mouth of praise vomited hot breath to make sure I was feeling well. At the same time, the hand of praise touches the penis is also slightly quicker. My anus was tired because I felt so good about wrapping it around my head and stimulating the vicinity of the tool.

I'm starting to feel a little overwhelmed. However, if we give thanks to the hand of praise, we will not get even a penny of credit. The best thing was to assess within the vagina, but if the situation was uncomfortable, the anal or oral assessment could get some degree of internal air.

“Praise be to you, mouth to mouth. ”

“Mouth? I'm a little embarrassed... ”

In the words of the poem, the hymn blushed. I had seen women suck a man's penis, but I was ashamed just to imagine that they had never actually done it. However, when I think about it, the poem always caresses his penis deeply, but he never caressed his penis properly.

“You don't have to do it if you don't want to. Don't strain yourself. ”

“Oh, no. I'll do it for you.”

Praise quickly replied, saying that the horse was fine and that the poem was filled with disappointment. My heart is pounding because I'm too embarrassed to talk.

I turned the water on in the shower and washed off the penis of the poem and the bubbles on my hands. I sat on my knees and held the penis in my hand to put it in my mouth. When I saw the erected penis in anger, I blushed my cheeks in shame.

“You don't have to do it if you don't want to. Praise.”

“W-we 'll do it now. ”

Chan said as if the situation was okay when he was just writhing his penis. Rather, he opened his mouth a little and asked his penis, "Lame." A gentle body cleanser scent, perhaps just washed, wrapped around the tip of my nose. I licked the side of the yogurt by moving my tongue slightly, praising the door of the penis. I tasted it just in case, but it didn't taste very good.

“Well……. I feel good.”

While the technique was much more pleasant for Pelaccio in a good aru, it was very exciting for him to be sucked in the mouth by praise and not by other women. The poem shook its waist lightly because the mouth of a damp, warm compliment felt good.

“Well……. ”

At first, it was a compliment that I was ashamed of, but when I saw the situation felt good, I felt proud. Wouldn't it feel good to have a man I love like that? If I thought I would like it so much, I would have given it to you a long time ago.

Chanting licked his penis like a cat, but he only licked it with his mouth and sucked it on his side. The poem gives a compliment to the gentle stimulus and slightly shakes its waist, taking care not to let the penis go deep into the neck of the compliment.

“Ahh... ”

The poem vomited hot breath because of the gentle pleasures that felt tingly. There was tremendous satisfaction that intelligent and beautiful praise sucked his penis with that pretty mouth.

The feeling I felt when I gave it to him with my hand was more maximized when I waved my penis in the mouth of praise. Soon after, I reached the tip of my head. A tremendous desire to gush semen rose from my chest.

The moment the poem frowned a little, the penis and bean slightly inflated and immediately spilled hot semen.

Even though I had seven more sex at the hymn in the morning, my mouth was filled with praise's loving semen that was no different from the first time.

“Ahh... Ugh... ”

The poem vomited a satisfactory breath and pulled the penis out of the mouth of the hymn. I was greatly excited by the fact that I had just sucked the praises out of him, although I didn't have much of a technique to praise him for the first time.

“Urgh…… ”

“Praise, you can spit it out. ”

The poem told Chan to spit out semen because the original purpose was to give thanks to the mouth of Chan. However, the hesitant praise closed its eyes and swallowed up all the semen at once.

Not only did I just swallow my own semen, but my eyes wept a little to see if it was hard enough to drink the semen, which was different from the tasty liquor.

“Spit it out. You don't have to eat it. ”

The poem stroked his head with a loving compliment that forced him to drink his semen, and the compliment was just a smile.

In fact, Chan also doesn't know how embarrassed he was when the poem put it in his mouth. In addition, I tried to spit it out immediately because of the intense aroma and unusual texture unique to semen. However, when I spit it out, I felt sorry for the poet. The poem licked and sucked the fluid out of his vagina carefully, but how much would it hurt to spit out that this semen in his mouth was a little gross? So I couldn't even spit out the praise, and I swallowed up all the semen at once.

When the poet hugged him, he also hugged him.

“We're going to be late. Brother.”

Chan said that and didn't even think about falling to the poem. I'm feeling warm inside the poem, so I feel happier ever after.

“Yes, let's get you cleaned up and back to work. ”

“Yes, brother. I'll wash your legs. ”

When the poem fell, the praiseworthy bowl next to the poem was thoroughly bubbled on the legs and feet of the poem. Finally, I rubbed my penis once more with my hands and bubbled it. Then, the penis quickly becomes gigantic. Praise was made to rub the penis of the bizarre erection slightly and turn on the water in the shower.

Then directly sprinkle water on every corner of the poem and rinse off the bubbles. The praise of thoroughly washing the genitals and anal parts washed the body of the poem with the towel on the wall as well as the lather on his body.

Praise was really washed away from one end to the other.

The poem from the bathroom tried to hug and kiss the compliment, but the compliment lightly pushed away.

“It's already 6: 00. We're gonna be really late. Get dressed quickly. ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

At Chanmier's words, the poet put his hand in the bag and took out the panties and deductions that had been prepared in the sub-space.

“Brother, have you brought clothes? ”

“Yes, I always do. ”

“Oh, really? Then I'll take off my clothes. I'll wash it and bring it to you later. ”

“Really? Thank you. Praise.”

“No, brother, I'll go and get dressed in my room. ”

“I'll wear it in Chanmi's room. ”

“Do it. ”

The poet smiled and replied, taking his panties and clothes into the room. And put it on the bed properly. Tomorrow is Sunday, so I was a little bit washing the poem's clothes because my parents were there, and I was going to wash them on Monday morning and dry them.

The poem came in along with the room of praise. He was lying on the bed all of a sudden in panties and churning, and he was just wearing panties and looking at the praises wearing the brassiere.

“I'm ashamed to look at you like that. ”

As the poem stares at him, Chan blushes his face.

“I can't take my eyes off the praise because it's so beautiful. ”

“Ah……. ”

I was ashamed of what the poet said and blushed my face. Every time the poem said that, my heart trembled and my heart trembled. And the urge to hug and kiss me immediately rose, but I put on a brassiere and wore long trousers and a thin tee.

Sniffle!

Then I heard someone come in through the front door.

“Nu, who is it? Are you a parent?”

The sound of praise fills your face with puzzlement. Yumi and her friend went to the library late at night.

“Are you a parent?”

“Well, I don't know. ”

Praise was heartbreaking in a different sense than before. I was a little nervous. I had a headache explaining what to say if my parents came. I was glad I didn't come in the shower with the poem. If it comes at that time.... I was embarrassed just thinking about it.

“Huh? Do you have a brother? ”

Yumi's voice.

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