Dragon’s Legacy

Dragon Lunamos

“ ……. ”

I said some silly things, but the eggs settled strangely. I definitely received it with my mouth and immediately spit it out. It would be easiest to clean a paper towel, but the poem couldn't have done it. If anyone would have done something like that, they wouldn't have let me do this in the first place. And in fact, there was not much objection to holding the sperm of the situation.

“… I understand. I think he wants to do it, so I'll do it. because even if it doesn't work, I'm going to keep tightening it. ”

The egg replied, descending from the top of the poem. It was clear that he would try to do something if he said no. It was a way to make it easier for me to apologize to my mouth and spit out my semen.

“Really? Thank you. I love you so much, SooRo. ”

The words of the poem "I love you" made the egg's face flinch for a moment, but it remained as expressionless as possible.

“Where else would I be? ”

“Sit on the bed like this. ”

The poem directly determined the position of the eggs. He opened his mouth, staring at his penis like a baby bird waiting for food, and then kept rubbing his penis with the hands of eggs.

The spawning did as the poem said. I opened my mouth and rubbed my penis with my slippery hands because of Cooper's fluid. I glanced at the top, and the poem was panting with a pleasant face. Somehow, it looked pathetic, but strangely cute, so I liked it.

“Ugh, here it comes. ”

Although it was a mild stimulus due to clumsy distractions, eventually the situation came to an end. You put the penis in the mouth of the egg and start releasing all the semen into the mouth precisely. Somehow, the sperm of the poem burst out violently as it sounded.

The egg's mouth is filled with a fast-paced liquid. As the sheep poured a little bit out of the mouth, the egg instinctively put the semen flowing down his fingers back into his mouth.

“Ahh... ”

The situation was greatly satisfied with the fact that he had begun to pose an excuse in the mouth of the egg. Due to the circumstances, the poem handed the toilet paper directly to the egg.

The egg, which received the paper towel, immediately tried to spit out semen. But it was surprisingly sweet from semen. I thought it would be more disgusting, but it was surprisingly sweet cream in the bread. The egg spawned a strange urge to swallow this semen and taste it properly. The taste and flavor was great.

“You can spit it out. I wish I could eat it, but that's not enough. ”

After listening to the poem, the egg hesitates for a moment and spits out the semen on the toilet paper. A substantial amount of semen was absorbed into the toilet paper and tried to flow into the bed. The egg quickly pulls out a few more paper towels, wrapping them in semi-speeded paper towels.

Even after spitting the semen, there was some sweetness left in my mouth. Not only the taste of semen, but also the aroma was very good. The disturbance was a little confusing. It was too different from what I had imagined.

“You know, you've got a little semen left here. Can't you just do it with your mouth? ”

After making an assessment, he pointed to the semen that had flowed a little from the tool.

“Ahh... It's endless.”

The egg sounds annoying, but I want to taste the semen again. I lick the tip of the scrotum with my tongue. I continued to look at my penis, and surprisingly, it felt cute, so I didn't feel as much rejection as before.

It definitely tasted good because it contained only a small amount of semen in my tongue, not a large amount of semen. The egg carefully rolls the semen in its mouth to determine its taste. The expression of the egg seemed to be quite discreet as if it were eating chef's food.

“Why? What's wrong? ”

The poem stopped the eggs from tasting and just swallowed them. It was only a few sheep, but it was sweet.

“No, it's over, right? ”

“Hold on. Hold on. Let's lay down together. Somehow I feel lonely.... ”

The poem no longer listens to the spawn's answer, laying him on the bed and himself beside him. A paper towel filled with semen from the egg was roughly thrown next to it.

The pope hugged the egg. I did not intentionally touch my breasts or bring my penis to the vagina. I just really wanted to hold her.

I feel the warm skin of an egg. The whole body was tightened around the waist. The penis dug through the crotch of the egg, but not intentionally. I just wanted to feel this warmth. The pope buries his face on the breast of the egg.

“…… What's the matter? ”

“I just want to stay like this. ”

With the egg in my arms, I felt relieved. Somehow, it's all over my body. A pleasant aroma wraps around the end of the nose. The body of the egg felt better just by touching it.

I felt the mood of the turbulence, so I patted my back without saying anything.

The poem fell asleep.

The face of the poem that was on my chest came out. I loosened the hand that was wrapping around my waist. I closed my eyes and looked quietly at the image of the poem. He looked strangely cute and lovely when he was asleep. Although he said what he asked was annoying, it was not surprisingly bad.

The distraction that was just staring at the poem touched the poem's nose. There was no other reaction. I was surprised to find myself lying beside the poem, revealing a hideous penis.

Maybe I just heard something bad in the sperm of the previous poem, so I checked it with magic, but there was no problem. It was evidence that this feeling was pure of heart. How could you accept the semen of a man you didn't feel and hated in the first place? I pretended not to be so far, but I became more and more fond of the poem, and at some point I felt more and more like it.

The eggs analyzed themselves. This confused feeling of yours is gradually released. Until now, I said no and listened to everything the poem wanted. If I really didn't like it in the first place, I wouldn't have listened to you. When I finally thought about it, I listened to it as much as I liked the poem.

Even though the poem was a pathetic man, the eggs did not intend to deceive themselves. Rather, I liked the poem more than other women at home because it was part of my original life.

I definitely loved the poem because I thought it made me like it. This was the truth I couldn't hide. I can't wait to kiss the bride's face.

“Ahh... So this is how it turned out. ”

The egg sighs. Was it meant to be like this? Looking at the poem, I always thought it was pathetic, but I wondered what made me like that pathetic man.

The eggs patted the pope's chest and pressed the pope's nipples with their hands for no reason.

“Mmmm... ”

Was it the stimulus? The poem turned around and opened his eyes. However, the eggs were not embarrassed at all, but only touched the heart of the poem.

“Are you awake?”

“Suddenly I was tired, so I slept without knowing. ”

The tone of the eggs clearly changed subtly when compared to before bedtime. However, the poem rubbed its eyes without noticing anything and immediately touched the egg breasts.

Even though the poem was rubbing his chest, the egg lay still and stroked the poet's head. With a clear understanding of his feelings, he acted as directed by his heart. Like the characters in the cartoon, she hated the agitated behavior of not being able to express her feelings properly. I can't rule out the feeling of shame, but it's also the natural flow of the mind.

“Does it feel good to touch your breasts? ”

“Huh? Huh. I like it.”

“Touch it as much as you want. I feel as good as my brother touches me. ”

“What's the matter? Did something happen? ”

By this time, I noticed that the mood of the disturbance is also different. Even though it was different, the poem slightly shook hands on the breasts of the eggs. I looked at his face to see if he was mad at me for touching his chest, but he didn't look angry.

“I decided not to cheat on my mind. You can do what you always do. ”

“I'm sorry, I'm not sure what it is yet. The atmosphere has changed so much... Has the world changed since I woke up? ”

It was so shocking that the poem went around the room. It was weird to sleep for a while when I wasn't usually asleep. Maybe the eggs moved to a parallel world that liked them.

“That can't be happening. You don't have to look so weird. I'm a nice girl myself. ”

“Ugh... It's awkward.”

It was awkward. The poem didn't want to be this awkward relationship with the eggs. Was he complaining about the semen in his mouth?

“Hehe. Cute. That look.”

The poem was surprised by the words of the spawn and opened its mouth. I can't believe that came from the mouth of an egg. The poem was pondered. I wanted to be scolded by the sight of that pathetic as before. It wasn't because of the Majohist that this situation was too awkward to bear.

“Do you wanna have sex with me? ”

The poem pondered and said the only thing that could bring the eggs back to life. When he asked me to have sex, I was sure he would freak out and say no.

“Good.”

“Look... I knew it... huh? Not that I don't like it? ”

The poem asked the egg again, I think I heard something wrong.

“Good. My brother wants to do it. But you have to promise me one thing. ”

“Really good? What the hell... But what promise? ”

Suddenly, he was expressing that the situation was still unbelievable because of the disturbance that changed too much. Does it make sense that the egg that you met so long ago made you feel uncomfortable, suddenly turned into a woman you fell in love with when you woke up?

“If you have sex, you have to marry me. ”

“Marriage? With you? That's a bit... ”

I liked the eggs, but I didn't want to have sex and get married once. I wanted to live a more free life and I didn't want to be separated from other women.

“Are you worried about other women? ”

“There was that, and the marriage story was so sudden. ”

I didn't say it wasn't the poem.

“After all, I lived in a country where I had a natural polygamy. I don't care if you're dating other women or getting married. All you have to do is love me. Like now.”

“Really? I thought you didn't like that. ”

“You were right to think of him as pathetic. But now that I like that pathetic person, I think it's something to understand. ”

“Mmmm... Then why are you doing it all of a sudden? You still hated me before, didn't you? ”

The poem began to touch the breasts of the eggs again once the eggs liked him and allowed him to have sex even though he was conditional. It gives me some time to understand the situation. I couldn't stand this gentle feeling.

“If I really didn't like it, I wouldn't have listened to you. So while he was sleeping, I decided to sort out the thoughts and emotions that I had, and finally, I liked him. I still don't feel like he's touching my breasts. ”

“Analytical. But that's usually embarrassing, isn't it? ”

“I'm just saying it so I don't cheat my feelings out of embarrassment. Speaking of which, I'm even more ashamed...... Actually, I want to kiss you right now. I was ashamed, so I thought about it earlier, but I was patient. ”

“I can always do that for you. ”

The pope hugged the eggs and kissed them. I really loved the eggs talking with a little shyness. The situation suddenly changed and I was shocked, but I also confessed that I liked eggs, so I decided to repay the poem.

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Sorry I'm late.

My writing is so slow that I want to write fast, but I can't write very well. Still, I will work hard to ensure that I can connect with the new and legacy of dragons.

Thank you for always reading.