Dragon’s Legacy

Dragon Lunamos

Hyo-jung walked after finishing class while the poem signed and hugged. However, because my breastbone was exposed and my skirt was short, my thighs were even slightly exposed. It didn't look like any clothes for college students to take classes.

Hyo-jung even noticed that there was a situation among the crowd of people, but he couldn't enter.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I think someone's gonna have to come and visit. ”

“Don't go! ”

“Brother, who are you waiting for? ”

When the poem shouted a little louder, he simultaneously asked me not to go around or who I came to see.

“I'm sorry."

The poem barely went through a group of women and came near Hyo-jung. Then the praises that I had been watching from afar came to the poem.

“Let's go shoot right away. ”

“Is it going to be okay here? There's too many people. And I feel like I'm being looked at a little badly for some reason. ”

Hyojeong expressing anxious for some reason, and the situation looked around. Obviously, everyone was talking about something while looking at Hyojung.

“What is she, dressed like that and seeing the Pope? I guess you're just glad you didn't show me your big boobs. You come to school dressed like that? I guess you're wearing it to seduce your brother-in-law. Oh, that's disgusting. ”

“That's Hyo-jung's kid. When the photos came up, everyone said they didn't understand why he was a model of Keslon. ”

Unlike the women who gathered, the atmosphere was not very good because they had very big breasts and were wearing clothes that directly revealed them.

The poem gave me to wear, but I didn't know it, and I looked at it with a strange look thinking that everyone had come to school dressed like that to seduce the poem.

“Never mind. Let's go get the permits first. ”

Because he had been contacted in advance and given permission to shoot, the city went to the building in charge of administrative affairs with a compliment with a reflection board and a discreet Hyojeong.

Every time I walked through school campus, the women who recognized the situation followed me like clouds. Whenever I saw the middle poem gently touching Hyo-jung's head or taking off what was on his face, a deep sigh burst out.

I was about to enter the administrative room and get out with a permit, but the deputy general who appeared to be in his early 50s came and greeted the city greetings.

“Nice to meet you. I'm Deputy Director Han Soo-ae. ”

The woman who was full of laughter appeared to be in her early 50s, but she wrinkled quite a bit and gained a bit of weight rather than Huang Mai Ju.

“Hello, I am the Crown Princess. ”

“As I've heard, you're very bright and handsome. Can I take a picture with you? ”

“Of course. I'm fine. ”

The vice president of the university couldn't help but admire the widespread aura of the poem. I immediately took out my smartphone and handed it to my subordinate and took a few photos.

“I'm so honored to be taking a picture with you. ”

“No, it's an honor. I'm going to make sure I owe it to the school today. ”

“Shoot at your own pace. If you want a classroom, just ask them to do it somewhere else, and let me know right away. ”

“You can do it in an empty classroom. ”

I politely refused because I couldn't hurt anyone else, but even after that, the vice president told me to tell him anything that made him uncomfortable.

“This is my business card. If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know. I'll help you as far as I can. ”

“Thank you."

The poem, who received his business card from the Vice President, went around the building looking for an empty classroom to take pictures of. It was just women everywhere, and they kept chasing after the poem and taking elongated pictures.

In the past, the women who used to tremble and say private words but are still stubborn, now I feel really intense because they want to chase themselves and hug me without paying attention.

As he was wandering around the building, he found an empty classroom with no class. After entering the classroom and preventing others from entering, Hyo-jung and Chan photographed the situation.

Hyo-jung opened the book and secretly exposed his chest. He took various scenes such as studying, writing on the blackboard in front of him.

Then, the woman who was staring outside screamed as she slightly fixed Hyo-jung's clothes to make the poem a little bit more breathtaking.

After the classroom shoot went well, I walked around the campus and sat on an empty bench and took pictures.

Literally surrounded by women, the poem took all the pictures, put Hyojeong and praise on the car, and went to Jina's hotel room, which had been there for shooting before.

The poem gave him some naughty underwear to change, but Hyo-jung hesitated to go to another room and change his clothes.

“Get changed here. Go to the other room to bother yourself. ”

“Well, well...”

Hyo-jung saw a compliment. It was usually just the two of us, so I took off my clothes. Even though I was a woman, I couldn't change my clothes in front of people, even though I was beautiful like a celebrity.

“I don't have to worry about it. ”

“That's right. Don't worry too much about it. Take it comfortably. ”

Agreeing to the eulogy, the poet immediately took off his clothes. I quickly lowered my pants and revealed my penis.

“Oh, brother...”

Then he stripped Hyojeong's clothing, which was embarrassing. You unravel the top and bury your face on the giant chest.

“Brother, not now. He's watching. I'll do it later when you're alone. ”

“I'm so tired of the women earlier that Hyo-jung wants to be healed with his body. I feel calm and relaxed when I put my face on my chest like this. ”

Hyo-jung whispered in the ears of the poem, but the poem did not hesitate to take off all the clothes of Hyo-jung.

I was really happy to like my body like this, but Hyang was very worried that the woman next to him might write a bad article on the internet about the situation, and he might not be harmed because of him.

Bright sunlight came from the huge spear, and the penis of the great poem and the flowing heart of Hyojeong shined brightly.

In front of Chan, I rubbed my face and felt generously on Hyojeong's chest, and after wearing the underwear I brought, I took a picture.

After taking a picture of her in a bikini and taking a shower with the picture lying on the bed, the photo was finished.

Immediately thereafter, the pope took Hyo-jung out of bed, took off his bikini, and put his penis in the vagina. I wasn't trying to have sex, I was trying to stimulate the clitoris with Cooper's flowing head. However, Chan was looking down at the reflection plate next to him, and Hyo-jung pulled his butt back even though he really liked playing.

“Brother, I'm fine, but he's going to be very troubled to see us like this. It could be harmful to you if you talk badly elsewhere. ”

“You don't have to worry about Chan and I always do this at home. ”

“Yes? Him, too? ”

“Yeah. Silver and autumn and everyone's trying to cheer me up. ”

“Really?"

Hyo-jung did not shut up about the surprising fact that he had never heard before. Of course, when I thought about the scandals and the status quo, I thought it would be deeply related to women of minimal secrecy or autumn status, but I didn't think it would be with other women.

But I was surprised and not jealous. I admired him, liked him, and had a deep crush on him, but I didn't think it was possible to be his lover in the first place. How could a normal kid like you go out with a poem? I was just making a debut as a model for myself who was ordinary and unsightly, and I wanted to make myself happy to repay the poet who likes me and gives me the least amount of grace, not to earn love. I didn't even dream about it in the first place, and I wanted to make the situation feel good somehow.

However, I felt relieved that I could continue to live with the situation like this without even noticing myself because other women do things that are so sexy and obscene. Occasionally, I was feeling anxious because I had a nightmare that the poem would suddenly become a lover and become someone else who is no longer in a relationship with me.

“So, are other women doing this for you, too? ”

“Yes, I do. I have sex. I had sex with Chan over there. So don't worry too much. ”

“Oh, sex..."

Hyo-jung was greatly relieved to hear that he just had sex with that woman, but he also became envious. Somehow the poem always felt reluctant to have sex and kiss you. I was ready to give it to the poet for the first time.

“Ugh...”

I felt a little ashamed of the praise, but apart from that, my body was honest. As soon as the lollipop stimulated the clitoris, I felt refreshed, and I groaned profusely at the same time as the fluid spilled.

Like his mother, Hwang Mi-ju, Hyo-jung's clitoris and nipple stood up. As excited as the mother, she had the characteristics of erection of the clitoris and nipple, as it would feel directly to the eye.

The poem rubbed the penis on the slippery Hyojeong's vagina, flowing down to the broth. I felt very good just by rubbing my cheeky labia and clitoris while sucking Hyojeong's chest.

But I shouldn't have made any excuses. Normally, he would have felt his own satisfaction with Hyo-jung's heart or face without thinking much about it, but for now, it was too bad. You have to put your penis as deep into the vagina as possible to convert the energy of falling asleep into a vein through yin symbiosis.

“Chan, come here for a second. ”

The poem pondered for a moment and sang a hymn watching me. Then I sat next to Hyojeong, taking off my panties and letting her legs spread. Just by spreading my legs in a skirt, a vagina with a pure pink feeling appeared, and I was filled with love for whether I was excited by the poetry and yeast.

“Ah… I feel good. Brother..."

After rubbing Hyo-jung's vagina and clitoris for a long time, he immediately got up and put his penis in the quality of the praise that was spreading his legs. And after shaking my back a few times, I put it as deep as I could before giving it an assessment.

Then a portion of the energy that fell asleep in the vein changed into Margaery, and at the same time, the semen that entered the uterus of praise released all kinds of mysterious energies that a woman would want for a billion dollars. The energy allowed the glorious skin to be whiter and smoother while having elasticity, and also having a healthy body that made even time slip away.

“Oh... you can do that to me...”

You can sprinkle it on your body as usual, but at the end, when he saw the woman's vagina, which is that praise, Hyo-jung felt a great shock and bitterness as if his chest had fallen down. I couldn't dare tell the poet what to do, but I wanted to sprinkle only semen that was a token of pleasant excitement from each other.

“Sorry, Hyo-jung. I'm a little sorry about your body. It's dirty.”

The poem apologized by looking at Hyoyeong with his penis intact in the quality of praise. I couldn't say that I needed to collect Margie, but I made some awkward excuses.

“It's not dirty at all. You can put it in me like him, even if you don't have to. I, for you, can give you all my parts. ”

“Then I'm so sorry about your mother. You trusted me...”

He said to Hyo-jung as if he had already not inserted it but had never touched Hyo-jung's body. Then I pulled the penis out of the vagina of praise, and I washed it with my mouth as if it were natural and cleaned it up. The general public could be quite shocked by the appearance of an adult video, but Hyo-jung didn't care because it was so sad.

“I'm 20 years old too. I can give my brother my virginity without mom's permission. I want you to wear my body and be happy just like him. ”

Hyo-jung was troubled with tears because of the sadness that the poem did not apologize to his body.

“Isn't it okay to have sex with your mother? ”

Praise, who cleaned up the penis after the sperm-dropped poem and wiped out all the semen from his vagina, told HyoJeong.

“To my mother?”

“Yes, it would be best to speak directly, but if you don't feel right, go out with your brother and talk about wanting to get pregnant and get permission. Then you will feel free to apologize to Hyo-jung. Right?"

“As long as you tell me exactly what to do and get my permission, but I'm fine with it...”

Something was strange, but I found out that the poem would give me sex if I got permission from Hwang Mi-ju.

“Then I'll be sure to speak up and get permission. No, you're coming with me. Let me show you my permission. ”

Hyojeong's eyes burn like the flames of hell.

Hyo-jung has been very popular with men recently because there are some people who talk about Mani because the relationship was slightly shaded after seeing dozens of times more photos on the internet. However, despite such popularity, Hyo-jung was desperate to get an assessment of the situation in his vagina. I spoke directly to my mother, Hwang Mi-ju, and I was filled with the willingness to get her permission.

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