Dragon’s Legacy

Seoul

“Heheh heh, good. ”

Yummi kissed me for a long time and said, turning around. From this morning until now, laughter will not disappear from my mouth. What a fantastic pension with a kiss like this! It would have been perfect if it wasn't for the cold. It's a bit too bad.

“Yumi, I still think it's a compliment... ”

“It's okay, brother. Are you okay?”

Yumi looked at the compliment and said.

“Yes, brother. I don't have to care. Make yourself comfortable with Yumi. ”

“Look, you said you were fine. ”

He said, sticking tight to Yumi's poem. He knew his chest was touching the poem's arm, but didn't even care.

“I'm glad to hear that. ”

The poem shrugged his shoulders. It was a natural response of praise for thinking Yumi was horrible, but the difference was very large whether or not to say it once. How sad would it be if you acknowledged yourself and Yumi, even if you didn't pay attention to them as if they didn't even exist?

Yumi literally didn't really care about praise and played with the poem. It wasn't an adulterous act, but when I touched or touched the sensitive part of the poem, a huge penis protruded through my panties.

“Ugh, I can't stand it. I have to go to the bathroom. ”

Yumi, who was playing with the poem for a long time, said. I was too tired to pee because I drank a lot of drinks while eating. I had to endure it because I didn't want to go to the bathroom, but I couldn't endure it anymore.

Yummi, who woke up from the spa, looked at Chan and told him not to do anything, then went to the bathroom.

“Brother, do something about it. ”

As Yummi left, praise pointed directly to the penis of the poem. She became accustomed to having sex with the poem, but Yumi was a child who was not yet an adult. I was so ashamed that I was not wearing pants but just wearing swimsuit panties that are no different from underwear.

It was similar to the moment when I saw the movie with my parents or brother, even though I knew that I would already see the night vision. The unbearable embarrassment I feel when I'm with my family.

“I can't help it because of the physiological response. Well, how about a quick round of compliments? ”

“Now? No. I went to the Yumi bathroom, and I'll be right back. ”

The poem said with a puzzling expression. I wanted to drown my penis if I had enough time, but how long would Yumi have to pee? I'm sure he'll come in while he's doing it by hand.

“I can't either. ”

The poem put his hands in the water and grabbed the feet of praise, saying with a face that was not difficult at all.

“Oh, brother. What are you doing?”

“I feel like I'm just playing with Yummi so I can play with her. ”

“Don't. Yikes.”

The poem tickled the feet of praise. Although the toes of praise were touchy, they were not particularly sexually aroused, and praise for touching the soles of the feet was just twisting, not being able to stand the tickling. Then quickly pull the foot out of the hand of the poem.

“Sis, what if Yumi comes here? Don't mind me. Have fun with Yumi. I've loved hanging out with my brother for days. ”

“Got it.”

The poem smiled and replied, but praising the uncertainty was slightly creaky. Somehow I'm worried.

“What did you two do? ”

Yummi's eyes pee back quickly, but his eyes are slightly energized. I heard all the hymns in the bathroom.

“It tickled my feet because I was bored with praises. Haha.”

“Hing, do it for me too. ”

Yummi came into the spa, trembling. I was jealous because I played with praise like that.

“Okay, okay. Of course we should give it to Yummi. Wait a minute."

The poem deliberately sat across from Yummi, and then he sat next to Yummi. Yumi's eyes flinched for a moment, but he didn't say much, not because the poem and praise were completely close together.

“But I'll give you a drink instead of tickling it. It's good for restoring fatigue from the air sprayed down below. ”

The poem told Yumi, deliberately making the jet spa's jet spray the strongest.

“Oh, what a massage. ”

Yummi flicked his tongue at praise with an anticipated expression. Her hymns barely tickled, but she was a foot massage. This is the perfect victory.

The poet sat comfortably on a jet spa and stuttered to find Yumi's feet. It was because a strong foam was formed at the spa and there was no visible appearance in the water.

“Are your legs straight? It's not uncomfortable, right?”

“Yes, brother. It's totally comfortable."

“Then lie back comfortably. I'll do my best to massage your feet. ”

“Thank you, brother. ”

The poet grabs Yumi's leg and puts Yumi's foot on his knee. Then Yumi's butt automatically shifts slightly forward and her torso flips back.

“Tell me if you're sick. ”

“Yes.”

Yumi closes her eyes slightly, leaning on her head comfortably. It's just that the poet is holding his feet, and I feel good already. Is this what it would feel like to be a princess?

“How cool is that? ”

“Yes, I love it. ”

The poem massages Yumi's feet slowly with a very mild healing power, and Yumi replies with a soft voice. That's about right.

With his right hand, Yumi's foot was pressed down and his left hand held the hand of praise sitting beside him. Then Chan suddenly flinches and looks at Yumi. Fortunately, Yumi was only massaging with her eyes closed to the ceiling.

Praise quickly reminded the poet not to. However, the poem brought the hand of praise to his penis, using the fact that foam from the jet spa made it impossible to see the situation in the water.

A glorious compliment. I can't say that Yummi never enjoyed the thrill of sneaking a kiss while going to the bathroom, but it was too dangerous. If Yumi even looks at it, it will be dark soon.

Seeing that compliment, he took the shape of his mouth to tell him not to worry, and then put his hand into his swimsuit panties. The hand of praise that could not even go on was forced to grab the penis of the poem slightly and try to get out again.

“Ugh! It hurts a little. Brother.”

Suddenly, Yummi raised his head and looked up at the hymn and the poem.

The hand of Chan trying to get out of the panties immediately stops as if it were time.

“Does it hurt? How's it going? ”

However, the poem expressed a little more healing with a harmless expression and then pressed Yumi's foot down.

“Oh, it's so cool. Your massage is really good. Huff……. Good.”

I turn Yumi's head back and close my eyes.

It was a brief moment, but Yumi's slightly eyed praise was so shocked that my heart was still pounding. I asked why the poem gave me such a strong spray force, and I did it to do this. While watching the poem, Chan squeezed his penis a little and squeezed.

The poem smiles with a compliment as he feels a slight tingling sensation of pain. As I said before, I was so bored that I wanted to play this prank for no reason.

When Yumi opened her eyes again, Chan soothed her heart and gently touched her near the Poetry's Branch. Yumi was relieved because she didn't know that she could never find out.

Due to the staining of the movement, Chan gently swirled around the yogurt with his fingers, touching it or rubbing it back and forth. I'm a little insecure, but I feel a subtle thrill.

As the massage to Yumi's other foot was almost over, Chan pulled his hand out of the poem's panties. It was a short moment, but it felt pretty good to think that Yumi only had secrets she didn't know.

“It's over. Let's get out of here. ”

“Oh, that's cool. Thank you.I 'll give you a lift when you get up there. ”

“Thank you.”

After finishing the spa, I took a quick shower and went to the bedroom on the second floor.

Yumi gave me a massage with her legs and legs on the bed as I said. I feel clumsy but not bad.

“Yawn. We should watch the sunrise tomorrow. ”

Yummi, who finished her saddle, lies on the poem's lap, yawning and tired from talking about it. It was weird not to be tired because she was in the car for more than three hours and was running around all day.

“Don't worry. I'll wake you up.”

“You have to wake him up. ”

“Yes, I understand. How about a compliment? ”

“I'm tired too, so I'm going to sleep now. ”

Chan, who was sitting next to me and listening until now, replied.

It's past 12 o'clock, so everyone's tired and they're trying to close their eyes. Yummi lies in the middle of the bed when the poem lights out. It was so that praise and poetry would not lie together. The size of the bed was not large enough for three people to sleep, but it was also the size of the bed that wouldn't hurt to sleep together.

When the poet lies on the bed, Yumi kisses as if she was waiting. I think I just brushed my teeth. I smell toothpaste in my mouth. While the tongue and tongue were tangled and kissing well, the poem lifted up Yumi's long pajama top.

Yumi gave me a kiss at the moment, but soon I could easily change her posture so that I could lift up my pajama top. As the movement was large, you probably noticed a little praise for what you and the poem were doing, but you were a little embarrassed, but you didn't care much.

Yumi's pajama top went up to her chest, and the poet's hand slightly dug into her pajamas and touched Yumi's chest. I don't wear a brassiere, so I fix my small, soft breasts. Her face was quite pretty but her breasts felt a little small because she was the average Korean woman's A cup. However, I feel so good because of this wild flesh and Yumi's greed.

As I was at the spa earlier, I touched his penis and was kissing Yumi and touching my breasts, my desire to have sex arose intensely. Since the erectile penis did not sink, I wanted to come quickly.

The poet lowered his hand to touch his chest and put it into Yumi's pajama trousers. A plump butt fills your hands. I feel pretty good when I touch Zec.

Before touching Yumi's precious place, the poem took off his kissing lips and looked at Yumi.

“Huh?"

However, Yumi, who thought she was kissing with her eyes closed, was only breathing regularly with her mouth wide open about when she fell asleep. Somehow, there was no movement from the middle.

Something fairly ambiguous. No matter how much I wanted to have sex, I couldn't wake up Yumi who had never had sex before and do it between non-dreaming dreams.

The poem checked Yumi's deep sleep and stood up slightly and looked at the compliment sleeping next to Yumi. I'm not sure if I'm sleeping or pretending to be asleep while my eyes are closed.

“Praise.”

I called out to her a few times in a low voice, but she was unresponsive. Just in case I shake it a little, but it's not even moving. He fell into a deep sleep like Yumi.

“Oh, my God! ”

I can't be this embarrassed. Originally, I tried to have sex with Yumi in the presence of praise, not in the middle, but to get perfect recognition. And that sex was not just about praise, it was about moving forward for later.

But Yumi fell asleep, so did I. The plan is completely out of order.

It was a perfect story from the beginning to the end, and it felt exactly like it had ended well, causing a strange reversal at the end.

However, Yumi's plan was wrong because she slept, but it was also a problem that she could not do anything about the excited penis because she was left to praise. In fact, this is more urgent than the plan.

Thinking about it for a long time, he took a light sigh and began to masturbate by lowering his pants and pulling out his erected penis. I don't know how long it's been since I masturbated.

The feeling of masturbation touching Yumi's breasts was not as bad as I thought, but somehow it was pathetic. Adjusting the strength and speed of your hands quickly creates feelings. He pulled out a towel next to it and begged for it. He went to the bathroom, flushed the toilet and flushed the water.

Even though I am dissatisfied with something, my excitement subsides once I get out of it.

“Ahh... ”

The man on the bed sighed a little.

It was a strange finish, but the year was over. After the same vacation period, I really had to run forward.

Thinking about the plan ahead, the situation urged him to sleep.

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