Dragon’s Legacy

Dragon Lunamos

Hyo-jung wants to go with me and get permission right away. However, because it could have happened to Hwang Mi-ju, he called and asked her if she could come tonight. Hwang Mi-ju was very happy and asked her to come anytime.

I had an appointment around 9 o'clock, so I was still free. So I decided to take a little more rest and go. However, after making a promise, Hyo-jung asked Jeong if he was nervous about sex and taught him various things.

Putting the poem down, Chan taught me things by directly showing me how to suck the penis in a good way, how to deal with it after giving an assessment, and what attitude the poem felt the most.

I still can't insert it, so Hyo-jung just remembered about sex, and learned the way to make the poem feel good by using his mouth.

The poem became an inadvertent teaching material, lying still, tasted the pleasures of the two women, and decided to give a few excuses and take compliments home.

“Sis, thank you. I learned a lot today. ”

Hyo-jung thanked me for calling her sister a compliment.

“If you don't know anything in the future, ask me by text or phone. ”

“Thank you very much. Heehee.”

Hyo-jung and praise, who used to be awkward when they entered the hotel, are now quite close to each other and leave the hotel.

Immediately everyone got in the car, and the poem first took the compliment home. Then I went to Hyo-jung's house not too far away.

As the sun began to set, the red sunset beautifully watered the sky.

Hyo-jung was sitting on the passenger seat sleeping whether he was tired. The skirt slightly raises and peers at the white thighs.

When he stopped in the apartment parking lot near the Han River, he woke Hyo-jung up and went home together. If she still wanted to come, she had some time left to have dinner with me.

After waiting while giving a simple massage to Hyojung who was tired, it was past 7: 00 and she came back. Wearing a short miniskirt in black stockings, she welcomed him with a smile as soon as she saw the situation in the living room.

“Mom, wait. I have something important to tell you. ”

“Important story? ”

Unlike usual, Hwang Mi-ju sat on the couch, looking at Hyojung's firm expression.

Hyo-jung sat across from her and looked at Hwang Mi-ju. Earlier in the hotel, I was so eager and determined, but when I looked at the Empress, I was so nervous that I couldn't get the saliva right. His face was stiff.

She was embarrassed to see the appearance of such a Hyojeong. It was the first time I saw her like that. Seeing the poem sitting next to Hyo-jung, there was an unusual atmosphere that stiffened his expression.

“Talk about what? Does this have something to do with the poem? ”

“Ugh, yeah. It's about the poem's brother…”

Hwang Mi-ju was very nervous in case she was pregnant. Not because I was pregnant without getting married, but because I was afraid that I would already have sex with the Pope and become pregnant.

“What do you mean? Do it quickly."

No matter how much I thought about it, I had nothing to say except that I was pregnant in this situation. I was so jealous of my daughter that she seemed to shed tears.

“Well... you know... can I... have sex with you? ”

Hyo-jung, who was trying to talk to her for a long time, asked her mother, Hwang Mi-ju, if she could just have sex. I was so ashamed to ask her about this at the age of 20 that she turned red.

“What? What do you mean? ”

I thought you were gonna tell me you were pregnant, but you asked me if I could have sex with the poem? Wang Mi-ju couldn't understand why he asked. Don't you usually ask your mom that?

“Let me explain. Hyo-jung and I went to work and met and modeled. ”

“Yes, it is. Holy cow.”

As the poem began to talk, Hwang Mi-ju nodded with a loving face.

“My sister trusted me and entrusted Hyo-jung to me, but I don't think you should touch Hyo-jung as much as you want, so if you want to do that, you have to ask her permission. That's why Hyo-jung is asking for permission. ”

A moment ago, Hyo-jung's mouth filled with thoughts explained to Hwang Mi-ju.

“Does that mean you two want to be together? ”

“No, I don't want to date my brother. I'm asking my mom to give my virginity to my brother. You always try and help me, but that's all I can do...”

“Oh, is that so? ”

Usually you will be shocked here, but Hwang Mi-ju clearly understood and relieved what he meant. It's always in your mind that you want to stand up for the poetry. I just didn't ask you to do it because I was afraid she would hate it, and I wanted you to wear your whole body for it whenever you wanted.

However, I did not see the situation, but I automatically remembered the phenomenon that Jorge had difficulty with HyoJung to have sex with him. If the poem wanted to have sex with Hyo-jung, it had nothing to do with it, but I was so impressed that I almost cried because I thought of myself like this.

“And I have something else to say. ”

“Huh? Like what? ”

“In fact, besides autumn or silver, many girls have a relationship with me. Can a guy like me even touch Hyo-jung without your permission? Everyone praises me for my accomplishments, but no one is as dirty and bad as I am. ”

“No! You didn't force me, you're asking too much because you want me to make you feel better, and it's not your fault. ”

When the poem blamed himself, Hyo-jung who was next to him denied it immediately. I had many relationships with women, but it was never the fault of the poem. I wanted to be pure no matter how difficult the situation was.

“That's right, papa. Don't beat yourself.It's natural for women to run around like this. I don't mean to be mean to women, and we all know we're in a relationship, so what could possibly go wrong with our guy? I understand enough. ”

As for Hyojoo and his mother, Hwang Mi-ju, and their mothers and daughters, they were very generous to the relationship because they couldn't give their bodies to the Pope.

“Oh! Can I go with you then? ”

Hyo-jung quickly became lively and full of anticipation as she seemed to understand. Everyone was usually scared, but she was a good, good mother. However, I was very nervous when I heard that I could have sex because I was quite scared sometimes.

“How's the pope? You think she's gonna be okay with that? You're not trying to force me to sleep, are you? ”

As Hyo-jung, the daughter, wanted to give her purity, she was more concerned about whether the situation was forcing her to do so. Common sense would be correct to say the opposite, but she was worried that even sex would be forced because everything was at the center of the poem.

“Oh, it's not like that. I thought it would be okay to do it because Hyo-jung is such a good kid. That's why I told him to get his permission. ”

“Look, Mom, he says it's okay. Can I have sex then? ”

Unlike when I was nervous for the first time, I'm so happy now that I can't stop smiling on my face. At last, Hyo-jung's heart trembled with joy and tension since he thought he could finally give his purity to the poet.

“Okay. The poem's fine. I'll let her. But there is one condition. ”

“Condition?”

“I'll help you out a little when I see what you two do. ”

However, Wang Mi-ju decided to somehow squeeze through this gap, worrying that if the two had sex, he might have to watch the situation like the bread in the eternal painting.

“Oh, what's wrong with you? Shame on you.”

“You're the first. Our pope can be a pain in the ass. I'm only going to look at you today and help you, so do whatever you want from now on. I don't care. ”

Even though she gave her daughter purity, she was even more worried that the poet would be uncomfortable and difficult because of her virgin daughter.

“Phew... Okay. ”

Hyo-jung had no choice but to allow me to have sex if I refused here for some reason. While having sex with the poem, I felt so embarrassed that my mom was watching me and helping me, but I didn't feel a bit at ease.

“Wait a minute, I have to wash my mom first. Wash me and Hyo-jung too. ”

“I'm fine with washing up with my brother beforehand.

“Really?"

After saying that he had washed with the poem, Wang Mi-ju, who was a little stiff, went to take a shower in the bathroom. I washed my chest and vagina as cleanly as possible to avoid discomfort.

I washed my body after finishing the shower more than usual. And when I covered myself with a big towel, I was smiling close to Hyojeong and the poem. I was so jealous of Hyojung who approached the poem like that and demanded sex.

“I'm done with the shower. ”

“Huh? Ah! Well, then, shall we do it in my room? ”

Hyo-jung stammered with a slightly tense expression when it was time for sex after the shower. After watching my mom, my embarrassment and the strange feeling of fear and joy about the first experience were mixed up and made me feel very strange.

“Your room is small, so let's go to your mom's room. Is the poem okay?”

“I'm fine anywhere. ”

The first sex of Hyo-jung was determined to be in Hyo-jung's mother's room.

I lay in bed holding the trembling breasts in the room of the empress. Then I took off my clothes without hesitation. The body was white and soft enough to be envious of Wang Miju.

“I'll take off the poem's clothes. Hyo-jung, you wait a minute. ”

"Huh? Mom? Ugh, yeah. Okay."

Wang Mi-ju threw the towel wrapped around his body next to him and took off the poem's clothes himself. Both mothers and daughters became gospels in front of the poem.

And then the poem became naked, and even though it wasn't erected, I watched as if my mother was being pierced by a giant penis. Then he swallowed the saliva without even knowing it.

“My poem is so beautiful and big. Hyo-jung, you're really blessed. ”

“I know. ”

“First, Hyo-jung, you stay in bed. It's my first time, so I'll get everything ready for you. ”

“Huh? Uh, uh... okay...”

I tried to use the skill I learned from Chan, but my mother, Hwang Mi-ju, said she would do it for me, so Hyo-jung couldn't refuse and gave me permission. I said I would help, but I didn't know it would be like this. And for some reason, she was even more excited than her mother, so she was taking off all her clothes. Seeing loving eyes as if they looked like hearts, I felt like I wanted to have sex with the poem more than I wanted to.

Hwang Mi-ju knelt down in front of Hyo-jung, the daughter, and asked the penis of the poet. He said he would prepare it, but in fact, he just wanted to taste the penis of the poem.

Thanks to the intense sucking with my tongue, the penis of the poem quickly became erect. At this point, I was still ready, but Hwang Mi-ju didn't know how to let go of his penis, so he sucked his way in.

“Mom, how long are we going to do this? You're all grown up. ”

“Ugh, yeah. I didn't know that. I'll show you how to do it first, since it's your first time. Wouldn't our poet be better off if he practiced? ”

“Okay... do it quickly. I want to fuck you, too. ”

After I had already learned all the praises from Chan, Hyo-jung's expression was a little distorted when she said she would teach me again.

Hwang Mi-ju, sitting right next to Hyo-jung, opened his legs so that he could see the poem well. From a dark-colored vagina, liquid flows like a waterfall. He sucked his penis without touching it, but he was very excited.

“Si Hwang, practice with my body before you tell Hyo-jung. ”

It's not the first time, but Wang Mi-ju told me to practice without having to do it.

“Hyo-jung, do you mind if I put it in first? He said to practice in advance. ”

“Hnng… yes. Okay."

After Hyo-jung's permission was inevitable, the poem had already inserted the penis into the vagina of the filthy emperor. I slipped in how excited I was, but I was surprisingly well tightened.

“Ah... The pope gave it to me... I'm so happy and happy that I'm going to cry. You're not upset, are you? ”

“Yes, I feel great. ”

Wang Mi-ju, who heard the poem that he was in a good mood, trembled with great joy. I felt so excited and distracted just by the poem. I lifted my legs and twisted the poem. I never wanted to miss it. He stretched out his tongue, not caring that his daughter was watching next to him, and licked his nipple.

“Mom, how long are we going to do this? This isn't about me. She just wants to fuck you. ”

“Ugh... No. Mom says Hyo-jung is... the first time... Ahh... she wants me to learn from what she does... ”

Jung Min-ju, who was stabbed in the heart, excused himself by groaning in the middle, but he never let go of his bridges.

“I can see you're in a great mood. Someone just wants to do it with you. ”

Hyo-jung stared at Hwang Mi-ju. I knew I liked the poem better than my daughter, but I never thought I'd be able to have sex lying to her like that. I was worried about it for the first time, so I thought I'd watch and help, but now I see that it's not. I was only interested in the poem.

Hyo-jung forcibly untied the bridges of the empress who was tying up the poem and separated her from the poem. I understood enough to treat the poem better and more intensely than myself, but I couldn't stand the idea of having sex first while lying cleverly.

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