Dragon’s Legacy

Dragon Lunamos

“Oh, my God, oh, my God. ”

No matter how virgin Hyo-jung was, she naturally knew that she would never be able to show what she was doing to her mother, Hwang Mi-ju. Suddenly, I remembered yesterday when the poem came and asked me what time I would go. I thought it was a ridiculous coincidence that I came now, but in fact, it was the time when everything would become coincidence whenever I came. In addition, he even asked when he would come, so the process was not a coincidence, but a natural result.

“Wouldn't want us to get caught like this, would we? ”

“Maybe she won't let me see you. Usually it's okay, but it's really scary when you're angry. I'm sure he'll be furious and he won't let me model the Quezron. ”

Hyo-jung said with a tear, but the situation was very confusing. All I could think about was the friendly image that always asked me to do anything. I thought you would understand if you just went out and massaged your diet, but HyoJung is worried, so I decided to avoid this situation for now.

“Then I'll go out and explain that Hyo-jung is out for a while. ”

“Oh, is that you? ”

“Yes. I'll take my sister to her room anyway, so why don't you sneak out and pretend you just got here dressed? You don't even have to look for clothes, so you can dry them in a washing machine. ”

“Then I'm sorry I've caused you so much trouble...”

It was definitely not a bad plan, but Hyo-jung couldn't ask for such a favor because he was sorry.

However, the sound of the steps of the empress approached.

“Hyo-jung, where are you? The poem has shoes. Where did he go? Are you in the bathroom?”

When Hyo-jung and the poem were called, but there was no sound, Hwang Mi-ju found the bag that appeared to be the poem in front of the bathroom and approached the bathroom.

The delay was a crisis that Hyo-jung would be in a really difficult situation.

“I can't. Let's do that first. ”

“I'm sorry, brother. ”

The situation was urgent, so I decided to do as the situation said.

The poem screamed out loud enough to be heard by Hwang Mi-ju.

“Hyo-jung's not here right now, and I'm just taking a quick shower in the bathroom. ”

“Oh, is the poem in the bathroom? Why are you showering in the bathroom all of a sudden? Where's Hyo-jung? ”

In a situation that was not understood at once, she approached the bathroom and asked.

“Hyo-jung spilled a drink on my clothes and went out to buy something simple to wear. ”

“Oh, yeah? Did you finish your shower?”

“Yes, I'm almost done. ”

“Then come out first. I can't stay there forever, so I'll give you something simple to wear. ”

“Wait a minute. I'll be right out.”

When I asked her to come out for a moment, her voice seemed to tremble a little, but for now, it seemed like time.

“Just looking at the situation. I'll go first. ”

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. ”

“What are you doing with this? ”

The pope rinsed his body with water and washed himself with a towel. Then I wrapped my penis around my pelvis and carefully opened the door without Hyo-jung seeing it.

I saw Hwang Mi-ju waiting a little away from the bathroom with a sparkling eye.

“I'm sorry, I took a shower in the bathroom. ”

“No, you have nothing to be sorry about. It's cold, isn't it? Let's go to my room first, because that might catch a cold. ”

Though I thought Hyo-jung was not there, Hwang Mi-ju immediately called the poem intimately. And I lured him to his room for some reason.

The situation is easily accomplished without any effort.

“Oh, thank you. ”

“Mmm-hmm, no. My kid didn't do so well, but he's got to do this. ”

Taking a quick look at the whole history of the poem, Hwang Mi-ju took him to his room.

It was a big bed and a beautiful room decorated in splendor. Cosmetics were heavily packed with cosmetics, and among them, only the unique Quezron cosmetics were placed as precious treasures.

“Stay in bed for a minute. I'll see if I can find something to wear. ”

“Thank you, but it's a beautiful room. Did you come up with this? ”

“Oh, thank you. I did it all myself. I'm so glad the Pope likes you. ”

Hwang Mi-ju smiled brightly. It was a kind and friendly smile that didn't remind me that I would be angry at that face.

While the poet was sitting on the bed for a while, Wang Mi-ju looked through his clothes in the closet.

“There isn't. It's strange. It must have been... thrown away." ”

However, I muttered so that I could hear the situation that I couldn't see if there was no clothes.

“Leave it alone if you don't have it. You don't have to worry too much. ”

“Honey, I'm sorry. I can't see a thing. Then take off the wet towel and get in the duvet. ”

The Crown Princess closed her closet in fear of speaking.

“But that's a little...”

“Oh, it's okay. What are you so ashamed of? Are you ashamed that I'm naked like I used to be? That would be less embarrassing, wouldn't it? ”

Somehow, it was an ambassador I heard somewhere. It felt strange to hear what I said to Hyo-jung from Hwang Mi-ju.

“I'm sure we'd be less ashamed of each other... but I'm so sorry. ”

“No, you have a lot of help, so there's nothing to be afraid of. ”

“Then I beg of you. Thank you so much."

After thanking Hwang Mi-ju for her innocence and kindness, she went into the blanket and threw off the towel that wrapped around the bottom.

When she saw him, she smiled with a colorful smile and immediately took off her clothes. Blouse and black skirt quickly peeled off, revealing beautiful shaped breasts and slippery legs. Everywhere I looked, I was not in my 40s.

While wearing only my underwear, she also went into the blanket. And as I got close enough to the poem, I purposely pretended to be hot, lowering my blanket slightly.

So, naturally, the eyes of the poem turned to a big, fluffy chest wrapped in a black brassiere. I was staring at her dazed without thinking that I shouldn't see her in particular, and she lit up her eyes.

“Honey, are you interested in my breasts? Do you want to touch it? I'm sure it'll feel good, though. ”

Hwang Mi-ju whispered low.

“I'm sorry. She was so pretty, I couldn't help but notice. ”

“No, that's what men do. Now, you can touch it. No one's saying anything. ”

After holding the poem's hand, Wang Mi-ju led him to his chest. I soon touched the brassiere-wrapped chest. The poem quickly erected a penis because it felt good.

But the poem slipped away.

“I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for the autumn and the other kids... thankfully, they always say I'm good, but I don't know if I can do this...”

“Oh, it's okay. What's wrong with your boobs? The Pope seems so tired these days, and I'm sorry that I put him through it again. Don't take it personally, think of it as a happy flesh and feel at ease whenever you want. It's just that he's so cute and big, and he's never gonna take it away from other girls, so don't get me wrong. She just wants to be a place where the hard-working pope can rest easy. ”

Hwang Mi-ju tried to persuade the poem to touch her breasts somehow. Given the situation, there was something similar to trying to persuade a man to have sex with a woman who was his first experience.

“Oh, thank you so much for always looking out for me. I don't think anyone's ever been as good to me as my sister in the Americas. I don't know if I can say this... but every time I saw her, she was so sweet and kind, and every time I got tired and tired, I wanted to be comforted in her heart. ”

It was almost nothing but sex, but I've been a little busy with the rise in popularity lately. So, the poem told Wang Mi-ju that he had been tired, tired, and wanted to be comforted.

“Oh, let me tell you. I was always sad when I saw the poem. Now, I'm going to make you feel good, so hold me in your heart. If you feel this warm, you will feel relieved. ”

Hwang Mi-ju quickly untied the brassiere. Though the elasticity was slightly diminished, it still revealed a large chest that was still plump. I hugged his face and pulled him back to my chest so he wouldn't reject the poem again.

The poem's face was buried between the breasts of the empress. The sweet flesh odor and the aromatic scent of body lotion were mixed to boil the lust.

“No breast milk, but it's okay to suck. A man needs to feel breasts and rest so he can do something big. ”

Wang Miju put the teat in his mouth and did not reject the poem, he sucked his face. At first, he felt the nipple, but then he moved his tongue and caressed it. Then, the nipple of the emperor, which was not that big, suddenly stood up and exhibited a great existence and was firmly erected.

At this point, Wang Mi-ju took off her panties and hugged the poem tightly. As soon as I saw it, I was so excited that my breath sounded rougher as I held it in my beautiful muscle tone. If there is a need, is this it?

“Do you mind if I take your blanket for a second? I'll make you feel better. ”

I couldn't bear to go this far. I wanted to touch the penis of the poem somehow.

“Yes... I'm fine. Please, I think it's too good to be with you. ”

As soon as the poem gave her permission, she immediately removed the blanket. Then, a large penis, like a snarl, clearly caught my eye. Her mouth was big enough to open, and she swallowed a needle.

I thought it was big, but I never thought it would be this big. Ah... There was no place where the body of the poem was not beautiful. My body was so hot that the bed burst out of wetness. I never imagined I would be so suckled by the poem when I heard it sounded like a wooden stone.

“Now, lie down like this. ”

Changing posture, she sat on the bed, laid the head of the poem on her knees and supported it with her hands to wash her chest. At the same time, she held the penis with her hands and moved it up and down as Hyo-jung had done before. The liquid spills out into your hands, slipping as if it had no friction.

I've never been so excited in my life. I felt like I was going to die happy just by caressing my penis and feeling fast for the poem I loved and loved so much. I really wanted to do everything for the sake of the poem.

However, the door opened at a good moment. Hwang Mi-ju realized that Hyo-jung had returned at once. I did not press the password, but I was busy with that now.

Immediately, the front door closed with a loud noise.

“Hey, I'm back. Have you washed everything?”

The voice of Hyo-jung was particularly loud in the living room.

Wang Mi-ju bit his lip. I didn't want to send the poem. I wanted to stay like this forever. But it was hard for her to see this. I had to buy some more time, at least.

“The poem is in my mother's room. I put her on the bed for a little while, but she's sleeping. I'm gonna wake you up and send you away. Can you hold on a second? ”

As the hand holding the penis of the poem moved quickly up and down, Hwang Mi-ju shouted without embarrassment.

“Oh, yeah. Okay."

Hyo-jung's voice rang out again loudly.

I was lucky not to come into the room unannounced. Somehow I made some time. In the meantime, I had to assess the situation.

The hand of the empress sped up.

“Oh, I think I'm coming out. ”

“Wait, it's all in your mouth because it shouldn't be in your bed. ”

Wang Mi-ju hurriedly climbed onto the top of the poem and put his penis in his mouth. An enormous amount of semen rushes out of your mouth. Just like a dream of putting the penis of the poem in your mouth and receiving semen, Wang Mi-ju felt a huge orgasm. Not only did the nipple stand still, but the clitoris was erect sharply. I felt less shaken by a good feeling of pleasure.

I ate all of the remaining semen slowly and tasted the natural flavor of the poem while keeping it in my mouth. However, unlike what I thought, I was surprised at the sweet and flavorful taste like honey. Wang Mi-ju was amazed that even semen was different from ordinary people because it was a completely different flavor that he had accidentally tasted before.

“Mom, isn't he up yet? ”

“I'm up now. Hold on, hold on, hold on. ”

After making the penis of the poem one last time, Wang Mi-ju gave the Naked Towel to the poet.

“Thank you, Sis. It felt so good. But I'm sorry I'm the only one who likes it. ”

“No, look at this. You were so excited, you stood on your nipples and you were so wet underneath. In the future, if our pope wants it, I'll do it anytime. ”

Hwang Mi-ju showed her vagina, which flowed with affection. As I got older, the clitoris was poisonously rising up through the dark tinted labia.

I was even a little moved by the fact that I really liked myself and was happy. The poem was supposed to regenerate the skin of the emperor with colored and magical items and remove elasticity and dirt. I liked myself so much, but I wanted to give it to her.

“Next time, I want to relax with my sister. I want to make you feel good, too. ”

“Really? Ha... How could you be so kind? I really like our situation. What do we do? Do you want to live here with your sister? He'll feed you, wash you, and pee on you if you don't do anything. Huh?”

It seemed to go beyond the feeling of just liking it. Even though the poem confessed that he was having sex with 10 women, it seemed like he would be as happy as he was, saying that he was capable as well, instead of being offended.

“Haha. I can do that. Anyway, I'll talk more about it next time, and I'll go out to the living room. Hyo-jung will be suspicious if there's any more. ”

“Yes... okay. I'll be right out. ”

The poem went out to the living room with a towel. Hyo-jung dressed neatly was sitting on the couch and waiting.

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