Dragon’s Legacy

Dragon Lunamos

“What are you doing? ”

“Huh? What? ”

I touched my breasts and knew it was an egg, but the poem pretended not to know.

“You touched my breasts. Did you think I could touch my boobs just because I kissed you? ”

The eggs do not change their words, but speak clearly.

“Mmmm... To be honest, I might say so. A man's hands go to his chest when he kisses. Especially if it's egg breasts. ”

He also said what he thought without saying or making excuses. Ordinary women were often shocked when they first noticed a man touching their breasts when kissing. So, I also let them not touch my breasts, but I wondered how they would react in case of eggs.

“You thought you'd let me touch your breasts? ”

“I don't know. I like eggs, so I want to touch them. Everyone wants to touch a woman's breasts when he kisses her. It's instinct, so I'm going to touch the boobs of eggs from now on. ”

“Yes?”

The words of the overly well-deserved poem do not connect the spawn.

“No? ”

“ ……. ”

The egg fails to answer. Surprisingly, the eggs were vulnerable to this kind of push. I couldn't say no because I asked him if it was okay. If he wants to touch it because he likes it so much, how can he say no?

The situation became increasingly close to the eggs who could not give any answers. Then he laid the eggs back on the bed. The eggs lay on the bed helplessly. The poem stood on top and looked down at the egg. Eyes touch each other.

“Do you always do this to women? ”

Suddenly, the pope asked me about the eggs. I looked into his eyes.

“No, just the girl I like. ”

The poem replied with a serious expression. Then he lips the egg. So far, so good.

The poem's hand is steadily rising again. It was to touch my chest again. He did not give permission, but did not say no. The poem placed more attention on the breasts of the eggs than on the kiss. Fortunately, the eggs flinch, but they don't just push you away. It was like a permission to be touched.

The poem massaged the breasts of the eggs in earnest. I felt the rich chest of the C cup on my clothes as well. Aruna Silver's A cup breasts and other overwhelming sensations were being emitted. I wanted to put my hands inside my clothes, or take them off and touch them properly.

The poem rubbed his chest with a kiss. Then she opened her eyes to see if the kiss was over. However, the poem kept touching my chest when I was on my lips.

“Until when……. ”

The egg, which was trying to tell me how long to touch it, suddenly flinched. The poem put lips to the neck.

It was a feeling I had never felt before. Tickles and flinches, but this feels good. Every time the lips of the poem moved, it became increasingly strange.

I didn't know about the eggs, but I felt the sensation of the eggs in my neck. The poem was attacking because he knew it. I only kissed for a while, but the poem was very patient. If I hadn't touched my breasts by mistake earlier, I would have moved on a little longer.

“What are you doing? ”

A quiet egg asked the poet.

“It's not just kissing, it's also a place like this. You saw it in a movie, right?”

The whisper in my ear kept on kissing my neck. I was surprised if I thought the eggs would push me back or if I felt good about it.

The hand of the poet touching his chest points toward the ship of the egg. Pretending to touch your stomach, you put your hand inside a pair of rubber shorts. Immediately, the egg flickers loudly. Immediately, I grabbed the appalling hand of the poem.

“Wait, how far are you willing to put your hand in? ”

“Can't we stay here? I want to touch this too. ”

“… No. ”

No matter how vulnerable the eggs are to being pushed, they can't easily give away a woman's precious place. I once touched the poem, but it was different from then. Even in that atmosphere, I still didn't want to allow it.

“You sure you can't? ”

The poem asked me again.

“Are you going to do this to the girl you met at school? ”

Suddenly, the spawn speaks of Goun. I had never met him and only looked at each other a little bit, but I couldn't understand why there was a story of goodness.

“The girl? Goun is just like his brother. There's a lot of age difference, and I don't like feeling like you. ”

Although Yumi and Aroo were said to be of many age differences, they were the same age as Goun. For the poem, it didn't matter how much the age difference was, unless it was a minor.

“I'll never touch her. So can I touch it now? ”

“That has nothing to do with it. Today's training ends here. ”

The poet tries to slip his hand back into the egg's shorts, but the egg pushes his hand lightly.

The poem fell away from the egg and sat on the bed, thinking it would be meaningless to try any more. My penis was enlarged by touching my chest and kissing, but there was no way to resolve it at this time. In this atmosphere, I thought I could have sex with eggs today, but I didn't think it was enough.

“Too bad.”

“Are men always like that? ”

The egg asked expressionlessly.

“Because you like it. There's no reason for someone you don't like. ”

“ ……. ”

The expression of the disturbance is subtly changed. I felt ashamed and weird just hearing that I liked him a while ago, but now I can hide my face appropriately. Nevertheless, I had no choice but to feel weird whenever I heard that the poem liked me.

“So now you've done everything you need to experience? Do you think we should stop teaching? ”

“…… it's not enough. I wasn't born here, so I need to know more about it. ”

After a moment of deliberation, the egg replies. I had more to do, but I didn't want to break the loop that led to the poem. I didn't like the situation of doing all kinds of things to her, but I was a little confused because of the contradiction that I didn't want to disconnect.

“To be honest, I can hardly stand it anymore. Check this out."

The poem sighs lightly, pointing to his flashing pants with his fingers. A pair of lightweight trousers worn at home made me feel embarrassed because of my erectile penis.

The egg looked at the part the poem pointed out. Pants popped out, but I didn't immediately understand what it meant to be unbearable. As I stared at my pants, I understood what the disturbance meant at some point. I turned my head to shame. Understanding it, I automatically recalled the large penis of the poem I saw when washing before. I was quite ashamed.

“What do you mean? ”

However, the egg replied calmly as possible without giving it that impression.

“If I keep going like this, I might lose control, so I think it's best if I just end up like this. ”

“Restraint is hard to understand at once. ”

It seemed to know what the poem was talking about roughly, but I couldn't know exactly what I wanted.

“The need to make an excuse? I keep getting this urge to come up with an excuse. This is instinct. I can't help it if I'm patient. ”

“…… Does that mean all you have to do is ask? ”

The egg hesitates for a moment.

“Well, for now. I just need to calm down. ”

“ ……. ”

I don't know why the story went on like this, but the situation seemed to want to end the relationship of education. To be honest, the eggs wanted to be more like this with the poem. I didn't know for sure, but at least I didn't want to get back to nothing like before now. I wanted to go around more, eat more... I wanted to s-eat more. It was the first time I tried it, so I couldn't help but feel happy and want to keep doing it.

“There's no need to overdo it. Let's stop. It's hard for each other. ”

Somehow, when the atmosphere seemed like eggs were going to do something, the poem pretended to be resigned. Then I examined the spawning reactions. A little nervous, the egg bit his lip slightly.

“… I understand. Let me help you a little.”

Eventually, the egg decided to help the poem make amends.

“Really? Thank you... Are you sure? You don't have to work so hard. ”

For later, the poem was unhappy and refused once.

“I'm not exaggerating. Just because you're helping doesn't mean you want to have sex. It's just a little help in education. ”

He emphasized that eggs are just a little help because of education.

Anyway, the poem achieved the goal of the summons. I wanted to have sex, but this is a step up.

“Thank you. Let's work harder. ”

The poem took off his pants thanks to the eggs. Movement without hesitation or shame. In the penis that had already been erected, Cooper had a lot of fluid ready to come out and make an excuse.

After seeing the penis, the egg turns its head and sighs. Suddenly, I regretted that I would do it for no reason.

As the poet lay on the bed, the hesitant eggs climbed on top of the poem and grabbed the penis awkwardly. It's hard and hot. It makes me feel a little weird to put something this hard and huge in and think that the aru is moaning so happily.

“Don't hold it like that. ”

The poem taught the eggs roughly how to do it.

“Ahh... ”

The sighing eggs wrap the penis around their hands and shake it up and down as the poem wishes. I was so embarrassed that my penis was right in front of me. I turned my head and waved my hands. The hard but hot, living feeling was very strange.

When I reach the tip of the mouthpiece, it slips, making it easier to move. The egg waves as hard as it can to finish quickly.

Strangely, she felt very attractive, shaking her penis with a frowny face.

The poem became more excited when he saw the disturbing eggs. But just because I was excited didn't mean I had to give a reason.

“Hold the position of your hand a little bit higher, and stimulate it with the cracks here. ”

Although it was good for the eggs to hold the penis and shake it, it was not enough for me to do it myself. The poem again taught eggs how to provoke them.

The position of the hand and the irritating area were much better than before. It's still subtle, but it's still stimulating enough to make an excuse.

It won't take long for me to come to my senses, but after a while I started feeling things because I was distracted by the spawning.

The egg continues to wave, and you feel the pain in your arm gradually. I don't think I can move my hands at this rate. I use magic to increase the strength of my arms and recover from fatigue.

At first, I was embarrassed and avoided the penis of the poem, but I had to be sure about the man's body anyway. Accepting this as part of my education also made me a little more comfortable. The eggs stared fully at the penis of the poem.

“Ah……. Now…… ”

The situation seems to be assessing due to a sudden rush of emotion, but I shot the sperm as it was. A single shot of semen hits the egg's face as if it were intended. The egg's face is covered in semen.

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