Dragon’s Legacy

Seoul

“Oh, my God. It's not working. ”

Eugene muttered, muttering, then squeezing the penis with his hands as if it were milk, quickly lifting it up and then releasing it, then holding the root of the penis up again. Eugene was going to give up because things didn't work out as well as I thought.

But when I thought about it, I realized it was more convenient to just hold my hand back and forth without having to hold it again. In addition, I speculated that it would be a matter of more rapid and strong stimulation.

I held the penis tightly and shook it up and down a little faster, and I sucked the head with my mouth. I couldn't do it too strong and fast because I had to be careful not to wake up the situation.

Waving my hand a little faster and sucking it, I felt a peculiar feeling like the penis of the poem was suddenly expanding, and a large amount of concentrated liquid began to spill out from the front of the lock.

I could see at once that it was semen in the thickness that was completely different from urine. The mouth is quickly removed and the semen is extracted by hand. My mouth was filled with semen, but my palms were filled with semen quickly.

I was surprised by more than I thought, but more than that, my pride finally rose from my heart. I want to do everything while the poet sleeps, but this is what he does when he sleeps. If he was awake, he wouldn't be able to even look at his penis properly.

Eugene, who felt proud for a moment, began to feel the taste of semen in his mouth. If it was because I thought it came from the body of the poem or not, I could just spit it out and not feel disgusted at all.

“Hmm?"

It was tasted like a little gambling, but the semen was even better than Cooper's.

I tasted it while moaning, then swallowed it. It was a slightly sticky and thick liquid with a viscosity similar to honey, and the abundant sweetness was superior to any chocolate that had been eaten so far.

I was afraid to eat the semen in my hand because it tasted so delicious that my eyes opened. I never imagined a man's semen to be so delicious. Just out of curiosity and curiosity about the taste of semen, I licked my palm with my tongue, so that it was so delicious that I could think of myself without dignity.

Like most women, Eugene liked sweet cakes and sugar creams, so the sweet and delicate taste of the sperm was even more delicious. The sweetness was addictive and impossible to taste in the uninhabited world, and Eugenia re-bites the scrotum and washes off all the remaining semen like she sucked the honey from a salvia flower.

“Ha, yummy. ”

I felt energized by eating something sweet for a while. Relieves tiredness and clears your head.

Eugene grabbed the penis that no longer came out, sucked it for a long time, wiped the penis of the poem with a piece of cloth, then carefully got up and went to the lake. I had to wash the pieces of clothing and wipe out the pussy that was filled with love fluid.

I simply washed my body and clothes with cold water and returned home. I was dizzy in my head and did something dirty for a long time, but now I was strangely calm.

I laid down next to the poet, hugged him tightly, and covered him with a crude duvet made of woven clothes. As I felt the warmth of the poem, I had a comfortable feeling that my anxiety and worries would go away and that I would not be able to do anything.

Eugene stutters around the body of the poem. Smooth back muscles and chubby buttocks made me feel better as long as I just touched them. I couldn't bear that feeling and once again kissed the lips of the poem.

I felt like I really liked the poem because of this feeling of happiness surrounding my whole body. It was strange to lose my body and mind and not admit it to the yard that frees up this sexual skinship. Rather, after recognizing it like this, a bolder heart arose. I suddenly had the courage to do something I wouldn't normally do.

While patting my butt, I carefully put my hand between the crotch of the poem and touched the saggy testicles. Then I could feel the penis of the poem getting bigger at once. I kissed the lips of the poem and kneaded his enlarged penis with my hands. Unbelievably lewd behavior in the past. But now, I have more desire to feel and touch the situation than to feel obscene or ashamed.

Only after touching this mysterious man's body for so long that he was satisfied while the poem slept could Eugene slowly fall asleep.

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It's been a while since sunrise and sunshine, but Eugene has no chance of waking up differently than usual. Last night, I was sleeping much later than usual, touching the body of the poem and masturbating, so I was unable to get up in the morning.

The poem lay next to him and touched Eugene's head. There was no shampoo, but it did not stink on my head because I used petals with that effect.

A week has passed since I came here, and now it is time to finish the job and go back to reality. I told them in advance, but they haven't contacted me for more than a week, so they must be worried. Normally, I was going to call with my cell phone in the middle of the night, but Eugene didn't want to fall next to me. At night, I suddenly got up and touched my body, and sometimes I screamed at my penis because I masturbated like yesterday, so I didn't even have time to sneak out at night.

I didn't think I was that arrogant Eugenia for the first time, so I decided to cancel the prepared beast event and start pretending to find the jewels and go back.

“Mmmm... ”

Eugene lets out a low voice as if he were waking up. Usually, I woke up only after sunrise because I was anxious and worried, but yesterday I fell asleep comfortably and slept late.

“You awake?”

The poem stroked Eugene's hair and said. In close proximity to nude Eugene, an erectile penis was stabbing near Eugene's navel.

“Ah……. Oh, hi. ”

As soon as I opened my eyes, Eugene turned to greet the poem awkwardly. I couldn't stand it because my heart fluttered as I saw the poem speak softly while stroked my hair.

“You're up late today. ”

“Late? ”

The poem said, Eugene looked at the window with a hole in it. Normally, it happened when the sun was shining brightly, but today the sun was shining brightly in the house. Last night, I remembered that I couldn't sleep until late because I was doing dirty things with the body of the poet. I don't know how dare you did that last night, but now I feel so ashamed that I hugged the poem and buried my face in my chest. However, I felt the soft flesh of the poem, the hard penis, and the touch that stroked my hair. During this time, my body jumped up again, and my baby flushed out. Whatever the jewelry is, I just wanted it to stay that way.

“Were you tired yesterday? ”

“Ugh, yeah. A little. My feet hurt... ”

“Then, shall we rest today? ”

My feet hurt, but I wasn't tired at all, but Eugene replied like a child. After speaking, I felt like my body was melting with the words of the gentle poem that followed while I was flinching about what he was doing.

“No, no, no. It's okay. I can walk now. ”

Eugene looked at the situation and replied with a slightly cute voice. I used to hate women who used to say this, but when I was in front of the poem, I became that woman.

“Yeah? I'm a little worried. Can I give you a massage?”

“A massage?”

“Yes. Let's massage and eat and go for a spin. ”

“Ugh, yeah. Okay, thank you. ”

Eugene replied with half expectation and half shame. I did a lot of bold things when the poem was sleeping, but I was a little embarrassed because the poem was happening. However, I was almost naked, and I was not as repulsed as the first time I did something dirty every night.

As I pulled away the shoddy blanket that was covering me, the statue and gigantic penis popped into my eyes at once. After realizing that they hugged each other like this with perfect nakedness, Eugene hid his face with both hands in shame.

“Ah……. ”

I was covering my eyes with my hands, and the poem's touch felt strange. When I reached my stomach and chest through my feet and thighs, I was so excited that I burst into tears. I felt good when I touched the body of the poem myself, but it felt even more exhilarating than that.

I spread my finger slightly and looked at the situation. Seeing me massaging myself with care, I was deeply moved, and at the same time, my passion boiled. I wanted to kiss the lips of the poem right away and rub the clitoris, but this had to wait until the poem fell asleep.

“Done. Are you feeling better? ”

“Ugh, yeah? Oh, well, yeah. I feel so much better. Thank you so much.I 'll go out and cook right away. ”

Eugene quickly goes to the lake with a piece of clothing without feeling very good about it. I was so excited that the poem gave me a massage that the fluid flowed out like a burst dam. When the clothes underneath were wet, I was so embarrassed and ashamed that I couldn't even face the poem. I think I'd be ashamed to see the poem coming out of my crotch.

You rinse the liquid out of the lake and drain it with a piece of cloth. I felt like I had gotten used to being almost naked, but now I'm troubled by other emotions.

After wiping off the fluid, I feel a little at ease.

“Phew... ”

Eugene took a light breath and took some pre-picked fruits by the lake, washed them in the lake and placed them on a clean leaf. The housekeeper did all the housework at home, so I couldn't bury the water except when washing my hands, but I did all the housework here. At first I was not used to it, so I made a lot of mistakes, but now I was able to do it well.

I was preparing food in the middle of the day, and when the poem came out, my eyes automatically turned to my penis. Since I thought that such delicious and sweet liquids were coming out of that penis rather than being a little calm and embarrassed, I already drooled on my mouth. But I had to endure until the poem fell asleep.

Eugene and the poet ate food naked. It's the poem, but Eugene didn't wear underwear because he wanted to stay like this for some reason.

Only after eating food did the poem and Eugene go around in their underwear to find an intangible treasure.

Of course, nothing. It was strange to be in search of something that wasn't there.

I thought that was enough of the poetry, so I pretended to look for it until today, and tomorrow I really wanted to go back after finding the treasure.

It was getting late. The beautiful sunset is a tree and flower, watered in orange.

After eating dinner and taking a shower, the poet and Eugene returned home naked. It was necessary to take a shower because I was sweating a little bit because I was struggling with Eugene.

“Hard, isn't it?"

“It's okay. I've had enough of this. ”

In the question of the poem, Eugene rubs his legs and feet. I said the horse was fine, but the intention of the poem to worry about it was explicit. The Eugene who was looking at people when we first met changed people so much that he wanted to be right. If he had a bad heart from the beginning, he would not change like this, but it was not like that. It was just because he didn't know it, it could have changed in a week.

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