Dragon’s Legacy

Especially when I wanted to have sex with the poem, all kinds of sex was creepy enough to remember it. Im Young Seon could not understand herself. No matter how much I drink, can a person change that much? I couldn't understand how much I was so excited about massaging the poem.

“Ha…”

I sighed endlessly. I did not allow it, but I was still her lover. You came here to say good-bye and then had sex. I didn't know what to look at the roses with. I keep sighing, but I can't get the water that's already spilled back in. However, the situation was a good and good person, so it was clear that if I told him to bury what had happened today, he would do it.

“Umm... are you awake? ”

“Huh? Huh. Yeah, yeah. ”

As she sat in bed thinking with blank eyes, the situation arose. Even though we were mixed up last night, after waking up from the drink, I was so embarrassed about yesterday that she couldn't even look at the situation. He tried to get out of bed to quickly put his clothes next to him.

“Just lie down for a bit more. It's dawn.”

The poem hugged the officer who was about to get out of bed. Somehow, I felt a soft skin with a pleasant aroma that relaxed my mind, and my penis quickly became weak.

“What, what are you doing? Let go of this. ”

“Yes? Yesterday you asked me to hold you. ”

“That was a bad judgment because I was drunk. Let's talk about this for a second. ”

“Talk? I'm bigger just by holding you. Touch it.”

He didn't even care to talk about it, but the poem held the foreman's hand and led him to his penis. As if he was going to reject it differently from yesterday, he resisted a little at first, but his hands were quickly drawn. And awkwardly, I put a little hand on the penis, and I was furious and took it off.

The poem tried to bury his face and suck his nipples on the chest of a cheerful executive. I grabbed my chest with my hands and took my face. Suddenly, she covered her chest and pushed the poem away.

“We shouldn't be doing this. You know how it is, Pope. ”

“What? Yesterday you said you'd let me have my penis every day. ”

The poem's blatant words immediately made his face turn red. I remember saying that yesterday. I don't know what I was thinking, but I said all sorts of nasty things to my son-in-law. I was crazy, but I was crazy.

“Well, it's too drunk... but we can't do this. ”

“Why, you loved having sex yesterday. It's because you don't usually get rid of your lust in your heart, and you hide it. And I love that professor. ”

The poem hugged again and buried his face in his chest. Then, Im Young Seon was embarrassed, but she couldn't push the situation again. It was just as the poem said. During that time, I felt a tender excitement emanating from my body as if the pleasure of sex was in the enjoyment of yesterday just by listening to the word sex. In addition, joy worked like a thrill because he was as talented as the poem and said that men who were reluctant to love women liked him.

“No, paparazzo. If you do this, you'll never see a rose again. Should we ask our breasts what happened yesterday? Please, papa. ”

“So it's not just about the roses, is it okay? When the rose problem is solved, will you let me have my penis every day? ”

I asked the poem who was putting a face on my chest.

“Huh? That's not what I meant...”

“I already like you. I want to have sex with you every day. It's the first time you've felt better. ”

“... ”

Im Young Seon was embarrassed and couldn't say anything. I know I shouldn't have done this, but I was not surprisingly offended by the fact that the situation continued to be good. No, actually, I was quite satisfied. It was the first time I had been satisfied as a woman in my 40s. When the young poem told me that she was so pretty in her mid-40s, and that she was feeling good, my body trembled.

“And you were much younger yesterday with sex. You have a different skin tone and a much prettier face. You're just too beautiful to be excited to see. ”

“D-don 't try to deceive me like that. But it's wrong to do this now. And what does it mean for a talented, talented man like you to like a woman like me? I mean, come on, Pope...”

“I'm serious. If you don't believe me, look in the mirror next to me. Whether I'm lying or not. ”

“That can't be...”

Since the poem spoke confidently, Im Young Seon got up from bed with a semi-religious expression. Anyone else would have told you not to be ridiculous, but I didn't think the poem that invented the tools to revolutionize humanity would have lied soon enough.

Im Young Seon, who shrouded her chest and vagina with her hands, checked the mirror.

“Y-you think this is me? ”

In front of the mirror was a clearly younger woman standing squarely. The skin on my face, which was clearly unable to deceive my age, gave me elasticity, and my skin was smoother and more radiant than before. It was an unbelievable change.

“Am I right? ”

“Well, yeah. How did this happen? ”

Im Young Seon, who was covering her chest and vagina, suddenly approached the mirror and examined the skin on her face and body. Even my limp breasts regained some elasticity and my wrinkles that I couldn't hide were reduced. If I was still in my mid-40s, I would even look like I was in my early 40s now.

I couldn't believe it. And then it happened. Is it because he releases stress and lust in his heart and accepts the routine of a young poem? It was clear that he had sex with the poem and had grown so young.

“Are you going to keep looking in the mirror? ”

The vision of getting up from bed reveals a gigantic penis and hugs the foreman from behind. And then I kissed her on the neck.

“No, paparazzo. Don't do this."

Until now, the Executive Director has said no, but unlike before, the body itself has not shown any movement to reject. I just told him not to say anything.

“Professor, I want to put it in. I want to have sex. I want to feel better with you again. ”

“No. I said no. You can't do this, papa. ”

The poem was troubled and continued to kiss the neck while rubbing his penis on the foreman's butt. Earlier, I said no to the executive line. I only said it was difficult, but I didn't seriously scold them to strongly refuse and not push them away.

In fact, Im Young Line was also confused. His head was telling him to surrender to desire because he thought Rose's boyfriend and 20 years old shouldn't do this to him, but his breasts were fine. Even now, I was so happy that the pope was rubbing his penis on my butt that I kept flinching. Yesterday at dawn, my heart started beating and I began to get excited about how much joy was engraved on my body. The mid-40s were still yearning for a young experience.

“I thought you said you could put it in yesterday. You lied to me? Hah... I'm so disappointed. He played with my mind as a child. I liked you because you were so beautiful and intelligent... I trusted you...”

“Th-that, however, is...”

“I'm sorry, I overstepped. Of course you don't like kids like me... but I'm going to stop squeezing. I'm so sorry."

“No, that's not it...”

The poem was so disappointed that she fell into a grim expression that she didn't know what to do. Apparently, yesterday, he said he could put it in the poem every day. But that was out of excitement, not literal meaning. Of course, the poem would not have believed it, but at least it would have been acceptable to have sex in the future. Then it is understandable that the situation is such a disappointment. I told him I'd never felt better like him before. Although it was an obscene word, it was also a very satisfying word for a woman. I felt proud of myself.

With my head, I was right not to have sex with the poem, but I didn't listen to the body that was already excited. I kept wanting a penis that reminded me of the warm flesh of the poem and felt like it was airborne. It was surprising how strongly he felt.

“Ha…”

After hearing the deep sigh of the poem, she bit her lip slightly.

“Then, the poem. ”

“Yes?”

“I can't put it in, but I'll do it myself. I've grown up because of me, so I have to take responsibility for it. ”

Eventually, she succumbed to desire. I couldn't ignore the poem to sigh, and there was a desire to touch the penis of the poem. First of all, I liked him so much that I even had an erection, but I was so sorry that I couldn't keep going.

“Really? Thank you, Professor. I'm so happy for you. ”

“She's so... are you so happy? ”

“How could I not be happy with the professor's help? I love you, Professor. ”

Immediately, Im Young Seon's heart trembled and her cheeks flushed. It's been decades since I felt like this girl. When I felt the feeling that I had already forgotten, it was strange to think that I was a woman.

“Got it. Get in bed. ”

Im Young Seon hid her embarrassment and put the situation to bed. Until yesterday, I felt that there was quite a distance, but today I only felt quite intimate that the situation was due to unsettling behavior. He spoke, he acted, and each one was cute.

The poem lay on the bed as Director Lee told him to. Earlier, the erectile penis was rising without knowing the sky.

It was the first time I had seen the penis of the poem directly, so Im Young Line blushed. It was much bigger, much bigger than I thought. I shouldn't have gone out of my mouth yesterday.

Sitting next to the poem, Im Young Seon carefully grabbed his penis. The hard but warm body temperature warms my hands. I felt enormous satisfaction just by holding the penis. Since she knew how to explain, she rubbed the penis like a stroke of the poem slowly.

“Can I touch your breasts? ”

“My breasts? I'm a little embarrassed... but I'm not touching all the stretchy breasts. ”

“It's stretching. It's beautiful. Don't ever say that again, because it's never stretched. I really like your breasts. I love the look and feel and I want to keep touching it. I'm sad to hear such pretty breasts stretched. ”

“You're a good talker. That's why all the girls get over it. ”

Im Young Seon rubbing the penis of the poem laughed. There was nothing I disliked about what the poem said and what he did. Besides, I couldn't hate him because he liked him so much. I felt why it was so popular. I knew how to please a woman.

“Can I touch it? Please let me touch it. I really want to touch my beloved Professor's breasts. ”

“Okay, okay. Do what you want. Really…”

In the end, she allowed me to touch her breasts. The skin became thicker and allowed for important areas, but I never intended to insert it anyway. No matter how much my heart and body wanted, I had to endure it.

The poem lay on her knees and touched her breasts. Then, I took my mouth and sucked it, but he just flinched a little and didn't say much. Rather, Im Young Line was feeling the pleasures of the breasts sucked by pretending to be nothing.

As you rub your penis, Cooper's liquid comes out and slips. When I rubbed my head with my slippery hands, the poem shook slightly to see if I was feeling well. I was strangely satisfied when I saw how pleasant the situation was with my own hands.

“Professor, I think I'm going to pee. ”

“Do you want a paper towel? ”

“No, can I put it in your mouth rather than paper towels? ”

“What? What did you say? ”

“I want to pee in your mouth. Just let me keep my mouth shut. Please, don't let me put it in. I want you to make it cheaper. ”

“Hah... This one... Okay, then. ”

Surprisingly, the executive officer agreed. I decided to finish by just keeping my mouth shut because it was more difficult to refuse anyway if the poem kept tightening and asked me to have sex. This was the first time, but I didn't feel strangely dirty even though I was quite shaken.