Dragon’s Legacy

Dragon Lunamos

Yumi quickly entered the poetry chamber. Seeing the tail of his mouth go up, he seemed very excited. Yumi wore Kezron cosmetics, and her face became better at the level of the skylight, and she was also modeling Kezron cosmetics.

“Take off your clothes first. ”

“Clothes? ”

“Yes. I have to take it all off. ”

“Yes!”

Yumi immediately undressed. I quickly became naked because I was lightly dressed like a compliment.

Her breasts were pretty big and her legs were very long, as the poem continued to take care of Yumi's body. Except my breasts were a little small, my body was so beautiful that there were very few favors. In particular, the perfect pink nipples and labia that never got burned at all made me feel pure beauty even when I was taking off all my clothes.

The poem took Yumi to the bathroom and sprinkled the water of Lucaron's fruit thoroughly from head to toe, just as he had done to praise. If there was a difference, Chan only used water from Casillon petals and Yumi only used water from Lucaron berries.

As he did to praise, the poem shoved his hand in between Yumi's buttocks and washed him off.

“Heh heh. That tickles. ”

Compared to the compliment, Yumi smiled lightly and did not look back or be too ashamed.

“Okay, I'm done. Let's get you out of here. I'll clean you up. ”

“Is it over already? Don't you have anything else? ”

Yumi sneaks out her lips. The poem kissed me lightly. It wasn't a mouth-watering kiss. It was just a light lip kiss.

“Are you going to keep your clothes on? I'm interrupting.”

The poem was wearing clothes, so I couldn't do anything. Yumi grabs the top of the poem and shakes it slightly as if to take it off. Yummi was very active, both then and now.

“There are children outside.... ”

“If you keep quiet, you won't know. I'll hold it tight so it doesn't make a sound. Like this.”

Yumi put her hands on her mouth. I felt like I wanted to have sex with the poem somehow.

“Haha. It's not like that. Other kids have to do this, but it's weird when you're around. I'll do that later tonight. ”

“Ahh, no. When I'm in my room with my brother, I really care about my sister. You keep helping me, and I know how to do all that. She thinks I don't know anything yet. ”

Yumi has raised complaints about praise. While having sex, praises kept helping Yumi who didn't know her well. Yumi had no experience at first, so she was also learning how to pose and suck her penis with her mouth. Yumi, however, now has experience and knows everything, but she seems to be complaining a lot because she keeps telling Yumi to teach her stuff. In particular, praise was not what Yummi felt better about, but what Yummi could feel better about. Praise was the feeling that when having sex, he and Yumi did more to make the situation feel good than to make themselves feel better.

“It feels so much better if you don't do what she says and make me feel better, right? Right?"

“Well……. That's right."

In fact, the poem had its own fun and pleasure to care about praise next to Yumi while having sex. When I had sex with Yumi, I felt that pleasure when Chan kissed me on the side, or touched sensitive areas. If playing like this as a man doesn't feel good, that was weird.

However, in front of Yumi, the poem had no choice but to accept Yumi's words. There was no reason to talk nonsense against Yumi's opinions and offend Yumi.

“I just want to kiss my brother and stuff, but it's so uncomfortable because she keeps kissing him and her sister all the time. ”

Yumi's complaint was endless.

“Can you sneak into my room later? Let's do it alone then. ”

“Later? When? At dawn?”

“Yes. Come any time in the morning. ”

“Okay, then I'll sneak into your room later. You can't sleep! ”

Eventually, Yumi agreed to sneak in at dawn.

“Haha. I won't sleep. Oh, and soon we'll be moving back to the new house, so Yummi should be able to live alone. ”

“Wow! Really? Thank you so much! ”

Yumi really liked it. It seemed like it was hard to live with praise.

The poem pledged to have sex with Yumi, a little more praise before moving away. I thought it would be a little hard to have sex with you when you get to your new place.

I washed Yumi's hair and body. Yummi, who was all dressed up, went out and then Aru came in.

As soon as Aru took off all his clothes, he thought he was having sex, so he approached the poet and hugged him. But today was a new product test, not sex. I took Aru to the bathroom and sprinkled Casillon petals and washed him. After I finished washing, I washed the body of the aru and dressed it. Then Aru tilted his head.

“Brother, don't you have sex with Aru? Aru wants to have sex. ”

Aru, who was fully clothed, hugged the poem again and looked up and asked. Normally, I would take off my clothes and have sex right away, but today I was pretty confused when I put my clothes back on without doing anything. Aru's puzzled expression was really cute like a baby animal.

“That's it for today. Let's have sex another time. ”

“Can't I do it now? There's no one around. ”

Since the poem told us never to talk about sex or behavior when people are around except eggs, Aru always looked around before speaking.

“I'm busy right now, so let's do it another time. I'll go to Aru's room later. ”

“Today?”

“Tomorrow? Go to bed early today. ”

“Yes……. ”

Aru answered helplessly, disappointed, and left the room. I wanted to stop the aru and have sex right away, but my work was important.

I sprinkled water on Aru with Casillon petals, but in fact, Aru could not feel the difference. So, I sprinkled water on the incoming silverware that rained Casillon petals.

Eun-si was a fairly common and ordinary woman, so washing her naked did not make her want to have sex. When I was ashamed, I was ashamed. Instead, I talked about things like this in the cafe. Eun-si wanted to talk to the poem more than sex. It's because I haven't talked to him about the situation.

“When are we moving to a new café? ”

“Maybe in a few months? I don't know the details. ”

The situation was only reported to Jina once because Jina was doing well on her own.

“You also have a cafe in Myeong-dong, right? ”

“Yes. You and Sook decide who goes to Myeong-dong. Many Japanese or Chinese customers come to Myeong-dong, so I will choose a foreign language. ”

“Yes, I'll talk to Sook. ”

I just talked about the cafe and Eunji left.

The egg immediately appeared, but his expression was slightly fatter.

“Do I have to? ”

“Yeah, you should, too. What do you want to do with your clothes? You want to get naked like everybody else? I took off all the other kids, and I cleaned every inch of them myself. ”

“You're amazing. ”

As expected, the eggs sighed and said. It was a very sarcastic tone. However, in a way, this was also the most normal reaction.

“Haha. Thank you. You want to take them off, too? I'll wash it for you.”

“I'm fine. Please love Aruna more with your strength for me. ”

“Really? Let's just wear underwear, then. After all, it takes a lot of contact with your body to know the effects. ”

After the poem conceded to this extent, the eggs were forced to take off their underwear. A cute pink underwear with a very small ribbon appeared that did not match the image of an egg.

“Cute underwear. ”

“Enough with the weird talk and let's do it quickly. ”

At the words of the poem, the egg quickly entered the bathroom and said that his face was slightly red.

“Wait a minute, I need to take my clothes off. ”

Unlike before, he took off all his clothes and went to the bathroom. As I looked at the girls naked, breasts and vaginas and touched them all, my penis was still erect and not sinking.

“What, what are you doing? ”

“What?”

As the poem entered the bathroom naked, it also appeared to have an erect penis, the eggs staggered backwards in amazement.

“Why are you naked? It's not just nudity, it's a massive erection. ”

The egg looked up to avoid looking at the penis of the poem. I was really embarrassed that I didn't usually show it well.

“I'm a man myself, so I have no choice but to have an erection if I touch my beautiful children naked. And your cute underwear. ”

“Hah, really……. But you don't have to take your clothes off, do you? ”

“I have to test it, so wash with you at once. It's quick and easy. Isn't that right?”

Ordinary people, of course, would wash their eggs after washing them all, but the situation was far from normal. Rather, I wanted to show more erectile penises because I was an egg. Right now, I feel a little bit like someone who likes to play Exposure.

“Ahh... ”

The eggs continue to sigh.

“But it might be a little hard to wear underwear, so why don't you water it with your underwear on? You don't care if it gets wet, do you? ”

I picked up the bucket and tried to wash it, but it was quite vague because of my underwear. As a result of considering what to do, the situation was able to find its own reasonable way.

“Yes? Are you serious? ”

“It's always me. Look. You just have to put water on your underwear to make it simple, but you have to be very careful not to get your underwear wet. You'd better get it over with, right? ”

“Isn't the simplest solution for me to be alone? ”

“You can't do that. You have to do this with me. ”

It seemed like the poem was determined to wash it off. I thought it would be better to do it quickly even if my underwear was wet, as the poem said.

“Okay. You can get your underwear wet, so make it quick. ”

“Yes. Close your eyes. I'll pour water.”

The poem pours water from the Lucaron fruit onto the head of the egg. The hair was damp and the water flowing constantly filled to the brim with brassieres and panties of eggs. However, when the panties were wet, the intrigue of the eggs shined. The mystical golden intrigue had a different flavor than looking at it secretly with panties.

The unknown egg closes its eyes with an incredibly embarrassing expression. Whenever the hand of the poet touched the body, he blinked without knowing it. Earlier, I sighed a lot, but I didn't expect much. It's been a long time since I've been touched by the poet like this. I feel pretty good. I was a little excited. It was definitely different from the excitement of masturbating alone.

As the hand of the poem passed over the arms and shoulders of the eggs, it suddenly dug into the brassiere and went through the nipples.

“Ugh... What are you doing? You can't just stick your hand in there! ”

The egg groans a little without knowing it, then yells loudly at the poet in anger.

“Oh, sorry. It slipped.”

“Does that make sense? How do you get your hands inside the brassiere if you have to slide? It's not a cartoon... ”

Though reasonably pointed out, unlike usual, my voice was raised due to a lot of confusion. I did not maintain the same calm at all.

“I'm sorry. It just happened. I didn't mean to. But today is more like a cute reaction. You're not usually this mad, are you? ”

“ ……. ”

At the words of the poem, the eggs tried to stay alert and remain calm. As the poem said, I was as excited as a normal girl. I tried to take a deep breath to lower my eyes and calm my mind. However, I could clearly see the erect penis of the poem in front of my eyes. The egg bites her lip hard.

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