Dragon’s Legacy

Dragon Lunamos

“No, not really. ”

The poem answered appropriately and went into the room.

An intriguing egg went into the poem's room. I was sure that something happened at school because I had never seen a face like that. When I entered the room, the poet was changing his clothes. I was just changing my pants, and I stumbled across a stubborn place.

“Did she say anything yesterday? ”

The eggs calmly sat on the bed and looked at the situation and asked.

“ ……. ”

The poem gave no answer. I changed all my clothes and laid the egg on the bed and buried my face between my breasts. When I buried my face between the breasts of the egg, my depression healed a little.

“You've become a madman. ”

Surprisingly, the egg buries its face on its chest, and the weasel doesn't push it away or push it away because the poem is cute. She said she was big, but she was like a baby.

“You're just going to love it. ”

“Is that all?”

“Yeah. I was a little upset to cry about it. ”

“You're weak in women's tears. Is it natural to be a man? I'm glad we're not bothering you anymore. ”

The eggs were too cold. I wasn't wrong. Somehow it worked out. But I couldn't help feeling depressed.

The poem buries its face in the breasts of eggs for a long time. The turbulent egg, who thought it would shout out immediately, stroked the Pope's head calmly.

Over time, the situation stabilized a little. I was still depressed, but it was better than before. I wanted to relax by touching my chest because I was putting my face on my chest like this. It was for stability, not lust or desire.

The poem tries to put his hand inside the teat of the eggs. Then, the egg that let me touch the chest before held the hand of the poem.

“What are you doing? ”

“I wanted to touch.... ”

The situation was a serious expression. I missed my breasts. I wanted to be comforted with warm breasts.

“Do you think you'll let me touch that look on your face? ”

“Yeah, well, she's a good girl. Can I touch it? ”

“Hmm……. Well, that's good, so I'll grant you a wish. ”

The expression on the poem made the eggs surprisingly fresh. For the first time, the guard would have been a little harder, but you touched it once before and let it go easily.

The poem stripped off the top and brassiere of the egg in order to touch it. The white chest of the C cup was revealed. You wouldn't want to see it if your breasts were too big and shaped weird or too limp, but the singing of the eggs had a beautiful shape and perfect elasticity.

The heart of the poem became even more comfortable when I rubbed this beautiful ring with my hands.

“That guy's a real pain in the ass. I can't believe I touched your boobs and made you feel better. ”

“It's instinct. I can't help it. ”

For some reason, the eggs were nicer than usual. Even though it was a little strange to say that, I was smiling slightly, touching the prince's head gently. Eggs smiles slightly as she sees the sights of comfort.

“You know, can I suck on your tits? ”

The poem asked the egg. Touching my breasts made me want to suck my nipples. Like Eggplant said, I really felt like a child.

“If you'll excuse me, I have a lot to ask." But I'm going to make it special for you today. ”

It was a distraction at first that was quite shy of this sexual skirting, but now it is quite relaxing whether the power of education continues.

The poem stuck a pink nipple in his mouth. You wanted to insert it faster than this when you had sex, but now you want to feel comfortable and at ease.

The effects of the chest were so great that the depression of the episode was almost gone and stabilizing.

I liked the smell of eggs. The poem did not stop, but sucked the egg's teat and rolled it with his tongue. At some point, the nipple of the egg became stiff as it grew a little larger. Whether it felt good or not, the nipple is erect.

I just wanted to get some rest, but when the teat of eggs was erected, the situation became a bit sexual. I thought I could definitely forget about the good stuff if I had sex with the eggs and had an excuse.

The pope stopped sucking his nipple. The nipple with the saliva was shining. Pure pink tinkling and swollen nipples had a pure beauty.

I saw the face of the egg, but it looked different than usual. She had a light smile on her face, though.

“Is that really the best option? ”

“When you refuse, be sure. That's how we don't hurt each other. But I'm surprised my normal brother would have had sex with her and turned her into his own. ”

“I like you, but I can't get along with other women. And I know I'll always think of you with Goun. ”

“ ……. ”

It was a spacious egg that handed over a sexual skinship, but the words of the poem about liking it publicly made the egg feel ashamed. It made me feel weird to hear myself say I like it again. But I didn't show it with my face.

“Can you touch this? ”

The pope let down his pants. A large erectile penis revealed its significance. Before I sucked the egg's breasts, my penis was like this from the time I buried my face in my chest.

I grabbed the egg's hand and took it to my penis.

The egg, without resisting, grabs the penis of the poem by the hand. The hot, hard hand that I had felt before filled my hands. The penis of the poem did not look as ugly as when I first saw it.

“Is this how it's going to end? ”

“I missed the hand of the spawn. ”

Since I had tried it before and knew what to do, the eggs went to the side of the poem as before and waved the penis up and down. It was not hard to help the situation of the situation, even though my arm was a little sore if I just got rid of the peculiarity and objection to the penis.

“Wait, put it this way. ”

The pope turns the egg half a turn, bringing his butt towards his face. When the position was correct, I lowered the lower back of the egg to cover my face with the vagina. The scrotum of the egg, which is covered with thin shorts, presses against the face of the poem.

“Ahh... What's this pose? ”

I sighed in this absurd posture, no matter how disturbing the eggs may be. I felt so hostile that I pressed down on the face of the poem between the legs of my shorts. I couldn't even imagine this strange posture.

“It comforts me to be here. ”

“Ahh... ”

I don't know how it happened, but it turned out like this. I wanted to see the face of the helpless poem when shaking the penis of the poem, but I couldn't see the face of the poem. The lightly sighed eggs support themselves with their left hands and shake the penis of the poem with their right hands. It was a thin pair of shorts, and it felt like the breath of the poem was getting rough directly between the crotch.

The thin, fine hand of an egg gives the Pope Cooper a cheerful burial. Thanks to Cooper's fluid, the slippery waves caused continuous irritation to the earlobe and the poem was quite excited. Still, the hand technique of the eggs was crude and not powerful enough to give a single thought, but there was a sense of pleasure.

While the egg shakes its penis, the poem carefully grips the gap in the egg's shorts and walks sideways. It was so short that I could see the panties just by doing this, and the poem also put the panties aside to reveal the vagina of the eggs.

The vagina was very clean because the eggs were washed with casillon petals. There were no bad colors or breasts or chicken flesh at all.

“Wait a minute. Who said I could do that? ”

Suddenly, when the poem revealed the vagina through the crevices of the shorts, the turbulent egg shocked and covered the vagina with its original left hand that was holding the body. However, even in this situation, I did not let go of the hand holding the penis of the poem.

“I want to get a better look. Can't I see it? ”

“No, no, no. I thought you were gonna let me touch your boobs, but you can't do that here. ”

“Can't you just watch? Huh? I'll just watch. If I don't do this, it'll be hard on me. I'm really just gonna look at it. ”

“Ahh... ”

With the situation like that, my mind became a little weak. I wanted to say that I shouldn't be pushed around, but I couldn't say no because I was feeling so miserable and relied on myself earlier. I was really ashamed to show it to you, but I thought I'd let you see it.

“No? I'm sorry.It's too much to ask, isn't it? In fact, I thought it was shameless even when I said it. ”

“… I understand. You really just have to watch. ”

After thinking about it for a long time, she gave me permission to just watch. I was sorry to say no to that because it was a bizarre request. Is it the look on his face? It was obvious that if I gave permission like this, I would end up having sex. Nevertheless, I could not refuse.

“Thank you. I think the eggs are really giving me strength. If it weren't for the spawning, I'd be in a lot of pain. ”

This was the truth of the poem. After seeing the spawning and the stickiness like this, the work of Goon was forgotten.

The poem quickly took off the pants and panties of the eggs. The posture made it a little uncomfortable to take it off, but it didn't matter.

The bottom is peeled off and the eggs are completely naked. Even though I had my socks on, I had my own charm, but I wasn't wearing my socks because they were usually eggs at home.

As before, I did not see the crevice of the shorts, but the vagina of the egg was clearly visible to both eyes. He spread his legs and looked hostile to the anus, but he was also clean enough to lick it with his mouth. The effect of the water that distilled the Casillon petals was also great.

The poem looked closely at the vagina that was slightly wider than the anus, not at all tasteful. I was sucking my nipple and shaking my penis, so there was a little glistening clear fluid in my vagina. I wanted to put my penis in this beautiful hole at once, but because I made a promise, I just had to take a look.

“Mmmm... ”

As I watched the vagina of the eggs quietly, my penis became more and more touching. If you rub it a little harder, I think I'll give you an immediate assessment, but I still felt something lacking because I couldn't possibly know the feeling of disturbance. However, the poem called for an egg because it seemed like it was going to burst semen into the sky after just a little while.

“Hold on. Hold on. ”

“ ……. ”

I haven't given it a chance yet, but when I asked him to stop, the egg turns around.

“If you keep doing this, I think you're going to have an excuse, and the sheets will get wet. Then you have to wash the sheets again, and it's annoying. ”

“That's right.”

The egg agreed. I wasn't wrong.

“So, can I beg your pardon? ”

“What a strange thing to say……. ”

“It feels good. And not only that, but practically speaking, when you put it on your face or your body, you wipe it down with a toilet paper. I don't like it when I wipe it. But if it's in your mouth, you can spit it out, so we can do it quickly and easily. ”

In the beginning, the poem was saying that somewhere in the body of the egg would be a matter of fact. It was logical that the mouth would be the easiest to process when assessing the body.

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Sorry I'm two days late.

I was going to finish this and put on a new piece. However, since July 7th, we have been working hard to create a completely new piece since then.

Admin is on hold first. I'm sorry, I'm just having a hard time fixing...

I'm going to play that piece and use the Dragon's Legacy constantly, but the Dragon's Legacy's Federation cycle seems to be a little slow. I can't write fast, so I write twice a day, more than that.

I wanted to finish this and write a new piece. I'm sorry. Let's keep it steady.

Thank you for always reading.