Dragon’s Legacy

Seoul

“Don't be shy. ”

“Well, but…. ”

“I can't. ”

After Eugene hesitated, the poem lowered his hand, moved it to the vicinity of Eugene's butt, and pulled it toward himself. Eugene's vagina, which was slightly separated, was magnetically attached to the penis of the poem.

“Ugh... ”

Eugene was so ashamed of the distinctive feeling of the penis in his vagina that he groaned strangely and dug his face into the chest of the poem. I couldn't bear to look at the poem's face. But when I thought that was the end, one of the bridges of the poem dug between the bridges.

“What are you doing? ”

Eugene, embarrassed, cries out in a loud voice. The hard poem's penis touched the vagina explicitly, so I'm ashamed to die. When the poem's leg came in here, the labyrinth popped open, revealing the secret innards slightly. Seeing that his lower body was completely in contact with him, his secret innards were only covered with a thin cloth, and he touched the penis of the poem that felt vivid.

“You said it's cold? It's a little warm in here. ”

“Boo, I'm ashamed.... ”

“If you don't want to. ”

In Eugene's refusal, the poem fell slightly as he pulled out his leg. Then Eugene was a little embarrassed because the warmth of the situation that had just been felt disappeared and his body seemed to be cold. Although I was ashamed, the difference between when the bridges of the poem came in and when they didn't. Otherwise, my lower body was cold enough to shake slightly because I wasn't wearing anything, but when the warmth of the poem disappeared, my whole body was grim.

“I'm not saying no, I'm just ashamed. ”

“Really?"

Eugene said in a small voice. This was not a situation to be proud of. I was instinctively looking at the situation with deep fear and anxiety in my mind about this ridiculous situation. I was worried that I would go away like before because I felt bad, and the realistic cold, etc., worked in combination. Eugene's head was good and not bad, so he knew enough about what would happen if he stimulated the situation here.

As the bridges of the poem dig in again, the body becomes warm and warm. I felt more ashamed than fear and worry because my whole body touched the warm skin while smelling the sweet body of the poem. So, even though I was in this situation, I felt a little comfortable.

Shortly after, the breath of the poem became longer and my body became weak. Whether he was really not interested in himself or not, he fell asleep without moving his hands.

When I think of the poem as sleeping, my tension and shame subside a little. I couldn't sleep because I just woke up. With my eyes closed in silent outdoors, I had no reason to think of anything strange.

I had never had this kind of skinship with a man before, but his skin was gently soft. Especially the feeling of tight muscles I feel with my wobbly hands. My arm aches because I like the warm embrace of the poem holding me in a fixed position. As I thought about it for a moment, I pulled my arm out of the poem's arms and hugged my back. I feel a firm back muscle in my hand.

I moved my fingers carefully and stroked the blurry cracked back muscles. I acted unconsciously because I felt it in my hands rather than intentionally. If I had a pen in my hand when I got the call, it was like doodling unconsciously.

With this silence, the shyness gradually fades and the fear reappears. I felt anxious about what would happen in the future, or if a scary animal would come along while sleeping like this.

In fact, in this situation, it was normal to keep the beast away from the fire or to stay awake, but the situation did not take any action because he knew there was nothing dangerous here anyway. Eugene didn't go to the army anyway, and he almost didn't know about it.

Eugene, who embraced the situation a little more strongly because of anxiety, fell asleep without knowing it. It is because I am physically and mentally exhausted coming to the uninhabited.

However, I wasn't sleeping comfortably at home, but when I fell asleep with anxiety, my middle-aged nightmare flashed.

“Phew, it's cold…. ”

As I fell asleep, my body relaxed and my temperature dropped. However, Eugene shook his body slightly and hugged the situation with warm body temperature because he did not cover the blanket to keep it warm. And even the slightly tangled legs were completely tucked together and wrapped around their legs.

Eugene's lower lip was perfectly attached to the penis of the poem, and his legs and legs tangled like vines. Nevertheless, it was so cold that I instinctively squirmed a little. The poem fell asleep, so Eugene did not know that he was stimulating his penis with his vagina, but the irritated penis spontaneously swelled up and popped through his panties. Even though the drawers were not erected, they said their penis was large enough to be slightly lifted, but they were not able to cope with the panties because they were properly erected.

Eugene woke up in the middle of his sleep. He wasn't awake, but he was in the middle of a non-dreamy dream. When a hot pillar rose, he instinctively moved his lower body and became very close to it. The poem's head and Eugene's labyrinth were in precise contact. However, the vagina was not touched correctly, so there was no need for the penis to be inserted into the vagina even if it was empowered here.

I moved the vagina a little tighter and felt good secretly spread. Eugene did not even know that it was like masturbation, and squirmed at the scroll with his eyes closed.

“Ahh... ”

Eugene moved slightly at the waist, and the poem's head dug into Eugene's labia and gently stimulated the murmur and clitoris. The situation was not intended, but Eugene was instinctively taking the most pleasant move.

The fever rises in my body as I feel better. I woke up, but Eugene closed his eyes and only slightly moved his waist.

“Ahh……. ”

Eugene, who had never masturbated before, moved his waist relentlessly to the pleasure of masturbating for the first time. Cooper's fluid was spilled from the lungs of the poem that secreted fluid from the vagina and was irritated.

Slippery liquid in the labia and clitoris increased pleasure. As the poem's head swept through the clitoris, his legs and arms became full of strength and became closer to the poem.

I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't even imagine how embarrassed it would be when it woke up. Just now I was more nervous about this pleasure than any other situation. In order to feel a little more pleasant, I now friction the clitoris quickly by moving my waist slightly while wearing the braces on the clitoris. As the sound of breathing fades, the sensational excitement spreads throughout the body. We found out where to stimulate the sensation of pleasure.

However, I felt like I needed something 2% less to make my body run along the way, wanting more pleasure than this. At this rate, I felt anxious that I wouldn't feel the right satisfaction and that my body would cool down.

Eugene, who had already woken up and woken up completely from his sleep, hesitated for a moment and then lowered his hand and grabbed a solid pillar that made him feel refreshed. As I stuttered up the top of the slippery pillar, I touched the soft, slightly pointed tip. I lowered my hand again to hold the post and gently lowered the tip of the pointed head until it reached the clitoris.

“Ugh… ugh… ”

As expected, the tip of the soft head touched the clitoris and then moved the lower back, so I felt a stronger feeling of pleasure than before. My back flexed and my toes twisted.

The pleasure boils like boiling water in a teapot. The lower back moves relentlessly and rubs the clitoris on the slippery head.

“Ugh… ugh… ”

After stimulating the clitoris for a long time, I suddenly felt like I was struck by lightning, and my body trembled with sobbing. The boiling water in the teapot finally overflowed. My back flexes like a bow, and my toes are full of energy. With a trembling sensation, Eugene moved the penis of the poem in his hand and rubbed the bean against the clitoris. Whenever he felt irritated, a convulsion occurred in his body like a pulsating fish. The short tremor lasted for a while.

It was such a strong feeling that my hair was white.

“Ahh... ”

Eugene, who did not know it was an orgasm, vomited a deep breath as his joy slowly subsided. My heart was pounding and my body was sweating so much. I was still able to move my waist and rub the clitoris on the scrotum.

“Mmmm... ”

It wasn't as intense as before, but it still felt good. As the flame of orgasm subsides, the boiling water becomes calmer and quieter.

After moving her waist for a while and enjoying the pleasures, Eugene gradually regained his mind and began to understand the situation. While rational thinking was impossible when I felt pleasant during the non-dream, rational thinking began to return after the orgasm.

After realizing what she had done, Eugene was furious and rushed to hold the penis of the poem.

When I opened my eyes and looked around, I could see how much time had passed. The day began to brighten awkwardly, and I could see what was happening.

After having a lot of erection, the penis of the poem coming out through the panties was covered in white foam. Plus, the panties were stained to make sure they were wet.

Eugene had no idea that the bubble was liquid or liquid, but he could immediately see that it was slippery liquid secreted from his penis.

“Oh, my God. ”

I loosened the leg that was wrapping and fell away from the poem and looked at his vagina as well. The murmur is red, so it rubs against it, and the clitoris above it grows strangely different from before.

“Oh, I'm ashamed... What did I do? ”

Eugene was so eccentric and ridiculous that he couldn't even speak. This was the first time in my life. Obviously, even though it was an outrageous shameful and embarrassing act, he did such a shameful and embarrassing thing to sell himself for pleasure. Now I don't really understand why I did what I did. I keep sighing at the overwhelming regret.

“Let's get this straight. ”

I glanced at the situation, but fortunately, it hasn't woken up yet. If I was like you, I would wake up as soon as someone touched me, but the poem was very insensitive as if it was a category that no one knew who was falling asleep. Eugene swept his chest because he was so fortunate to have such bluntness.

You pick up a leaf that looks soft around you and wipe off your vagina. A white frothy liquid seeps out onto the leaves.

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