Dragon’s Legacy

Dragon Lunamos

Everyone sat away from the poem with an awkward look on their faces. The cheeks reminded me because I was in the middle of doing dirty things with the poetry, and my vagina was soaked with pussy because of my lewd clothes.

“What's wrong with you all of a sudden? Is that because you can't? ”

Yumi was a little impressed when she took away her praise for being feeling better.

“That's right. I don't think it's manners to touch something like this. ”

“We can all do it. Really…”

Eun-suh made a similar look that he didn't understand, and it was even more unfair because he was about to insert the penis of the poem before the others.

Everyone seemed to think that they could not praise it.

“Ha… that's not it. Don't you think we're all overreacting? ”

“This is fine. Kids like Silver Rain and Fall are always scanning for you. ”

"Yes, yes."

Yumi showed hostility to Silver and Fall, and Eunji and Sook agreed.

“If your brother wants to come and rest after work, how tired would you be if you ran to each other in the living room? It's okay to lightly cheer him up, but it's not even sex. ”

Chan said his thoughts.

“Hmmm...”

In the words of praise, Yumi, Eunji and Sook slightly noticed the poem. I rushed to seduce the poem somehow, but I also thought it was a little too much.

“Well, it doesn't matter if you say you want to, right? ”

“That would be fine. It's what he wants. But more than that, everyone's trying to take over you now. Everyone understands, but I think it's best to set a date, since it's always a fight. ”

“Date?”

“What date? ”

I asked whether the vagina was revealed or not, whether it was meant to be seen by the poet, or whether he sat with his legs spread open and became familiar.

“A day when I can make fair love to my brother. That way you can have fun with your brother without fighting like this? ”

“Well, maybe not so bad...”

Yumi made a decision about whether hiding and acquaintance were good or bad, as well as the suggestion of praise. I compared the days I would have sex with during the typical month with the days I would be able to have sex if I went back to purity.

I had sex with Eunhye, Autumn, Jina, and sometimes I didn't come home, and when the poem finally came, I had to wait surprisingly long to have sex with the person I liked at that time. Then wouldn't it be better to have more sex on a given day than on a given night?

The poem watched the women who were seriously considering when to have sex with themselves.

Because of the calibration magic power of all cosmetics and poetry, women with pure but extreme beauty were discussing to have sex with themselves. Wearing lewd clothes that reveal breasts and vaginas so that they do not match purely illustrative faces.

In this unbearably exciting situation, the situation continued to erect.

I was more interested in the penis of the erection than the only Aruman discussion here. I was holding back because he said that the poem should never do anything sexy in the living room, even though he wanted to taste his penis and put it in his mouth right away so that he wouldn't fit in with the pure face that he would not know anything.

“Are you okay? ”

“I'll follow your decision. We can do it together when we want, or we can set a time. I care so much for guys like me, but I can't tell you what to do. ”

The poem said he would do whatever he wanted with an innocent look on his face. After all, all I had to do was have sex with everyone.

“No, it's not. ”

He said with a face that it wasn't Eunji.

“Thanks to you, I repaid a lot of my house debt. If it wasn't for you, it would've been horrible just to think about it. I would do anything for you. So don't be sorry. ”

Then I thanked the Pope for his usual familiarity.

I received a lot of money from the city of familiarity as well as the hidden profits from the Café Quezron. The salary alone was lighter than a billion. If I didn't even graduate from a local university and my house was in debt, what hope did I have for the future?

Knowing the grace, love and charm that the poet received, I thought it was natural for women to overflow around me. Then, I was worried that if the poem met another woman, it would not be abandoned rather than angry.

It was not just familiarity, but also the common heart of women who received great favor from the poem.

Especially Eun-si and Familiarity thought that it would be ideal to remain competitive and not take advantage of one another, given that their face and abilities are less competitive than other women.

“Then Yumi, bring me the calendar on the wall over there. ”

Yumi took the calendar as if it had been taken from the temple and handed it over to praise.

This calendar was always taken from the place where we went to worship so that Eunsi's mother could be well with the poem. With this calendar, Eun-si was always in her arms because she received the amulet that said she was deepening her relationship.

“Would you go and fetch some eggs and wine for Aru? ”

“Yes.”

Aru went straight up to the second floor like his sister who listened to him, and summoned the eggs and Hyunju. Although they were completely different in nature, they were similar in that eggs and liquor were almost always locked in the room.

Especially if Hyunju was at home or not, he was in his room like he was dead. Then I didn't talk to the other girls, so I was still in a bad mood.

I used to live with a kid called Demonstration, but I got a job and left the house a while ago without any special contact with the situation.

When the women dressed in lewd clothes sat around the poem, the eggs looked pathetic.

Hyunju, on the other hand, turned his eyes slightly, reddening his ears. Although I had sex with the poem once, this scene still evoked all kinds of delusions at the same time as awkwardness.

“Now that you're all seated, I'll explain again. ”

After sitting down to the eggs and Hyunju, Chan explained that he had once again decided to have sex by setting the time and date.

Everyone listened quietly to the praise. Although they were only a year older, they still showed their praise well.

“You guys don't mind, do you? ”

“Yes.”

When the explanation was finished, everyone nodded and replied.

There was also Merritt who said she could relax and have sex with other people without being disturbed, and there was no big complaint.

“Okay, then I'll start with a simple rule. Please listen and let me know if you're working on anything. First of all, it's okay to make your brother feel good in the living room, but you can't fight each other and try to have sex. But it's okay when you want it. ”

There were strict rules for poetry and sex. I heard it with a very serious face. It was the poem that mattered most to them.

The poem got up from the couch and went to praise.

“Is this okay? ”

Then he got the compliment off the couch and pulled down his shorts and panties. The burial ground was determined and unlike the cold and cold image, the panties were drawn down, and the liquid was buried and made into a long silver thread. Perhaps he was a little excited by the related imagination.

Because he was already ready, the poem made him fall on his knees in praise, leaning against the table. Your torso goes down and your butt comes up.

I sat on my knees on the floor in line with the vision. And I inserted a penis into a beautiful, pure-pink vagina that appeared between the flattered buttocks of praise.

Feeling the pleasant warmth and tightness, the poem waved lightly at the waist.

While everyone was watching me with a serious face, like when I was in a meeting, I was very excited that I had never even had sex with the pope.

“No, you're right. You can do whatever you want. ”

Praise accepted the penis of the poem with shame. Because these were the rules.

Other women looked at praises with envious expressions, except for the wine staring at the status quo and the eggs staring at the situation with their heads turned red to their ears.

“You may continue. ”

“Ugh... Then I'll keep going. ”

The hymn raises its head, arms behind the table, and looks straight at the other women.

In this solemn space, the filthy and obscene sound of poetry and praise continued to spread.

“The second time, when the day is right... oh... you can go to your brother's room yourself. Time to take care of yourself. ”

There was also a hymn of praise because of the joy that the mid-temporary poem conveyed.

“So Eun-si and I can't do this anymore? He likes to do it alone. ”

Pursuit asked me a question. There was a need to satisfy the situation like Eunji in order to fit in at least in with other women. In the early days, they fought Eunji to get to each other first, but now, based on their experience, they were also confident that they would satisfy the situation even more.

“Then let's choose four times a month for the first and the second week... for the first and the first person to choose and do it together... ugh... ugh... and then choose between the remaining people for the third and fourth weeks. ”

“Is it like climbing a ladder? ”

“Ugh... It's... it's okay to do anything... if that's something you can decide...”

Praise gave Yumi a deep sigh and an immediate answer. Every time I spoke, I tried to endure the strong stimulus given by the poem, but I was forced to moan.

“Hehe, then I should try it with Aru. I think it'll be fun. ”

“Oh, Aru is my brother. ”

As soon as Yumi appealed to the idea of wanting to try it with Aru, Hyunju, who was still without saying anything, was surprised and said.

“Well, you know, my brother is a little... socially challenged...”

Suddenly, everyone's gaze flashed and Hyunju stuttered.

“Aru is not my brother. To avoid any misunderstandings... Ugh... I told you I was our brother, but there was no blood...”

Chan briefly told Hyun, who had not heard any explanations yet, how to set up comics everywhere. Previously, I explained it to others lightly with the permission of the poem, but somehow, I still didn't know the current state.

“Oh, well, that's okay. ”

In fact, every time the sound of the poem having sex with Aru flows out the door, I know that I love the forbidden. I do not know how delusional I was. When I heard the groaning about the love of the forbidden, my delusion came out like a waterfall and I masturbated, but I was going to tell the poet that I shouldn't be with my brother one day.

But he's not a brother mixed with blood... and he's a fool for listening to all his delusions.

“Number three, you can wear whatever... Ugh... nasty clothes you want. He likes to wear clothes... that are intimate. ”

Chan also thought about the taste of the poem and set the rules. The poem used to like to put on something a little bit more than the full naked body or to see a little bit of chest or vagina between the gaps in his clothes.

“But what if you don't come home if you're supposed to meet a girl who looks like silver? Are you pushing next? ”

Yumi asked what she cared about from the beginning.

“That's right. It's spinning in order... so if you don't come home, you'll be pushed the next day. You guys get the gist of it, right? I'm going to start ordering today, but what about you? Can I do this... Ugh...”

“Wait a minute.”

Before answering, the poem hugged the hymn and quickly moved his waist. Things were more important than answers. Within the immense feeling, the poem vomited semen into the praise.

I felt a joyful cheer and trembled lightly. While everyone was watching, the feeling of vaginal distress struck me with an intense sensation of shame and unknown joy.

“That would be nice...”

Yumi was jealous of the praise. If it wasn't decided today, sex with the Pope could have happened days later. Since there are so many people, maybe once a week?

It was only once a week, so Yumi and the other women decided that they should wear the sexiest clothes and appeal as strongly as possible to make the poem spontaneously have sex like this compliment.

As you pull out your penis, an enormous amount of semen filled from the flattering vagina pours down onto the plush carpet lying on the floor. The carpet from Quezron Castle, though substantial, had its own purification effect, so it did not smell or become dirty at all.

Yummi quickly asked the penis of the poem while the poem wiped the semen from her with a toilet paper. Then, I cleaned up the remaining semen neatly and wiped the penis with a wipe after tasting the penis for a while.

“Then let's set the order. Once it's fixed and you've had sex, just mark it on the calendar right here. ”

Chant just took off his shorts and panties. He said with an unbelievably calm and orderly face that he just groaned during sex.

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