Dragon’s Legacy

As I kissed my chest with a thin tease, she hugged the situation. It was embarrassing, but it felt good.

I kissed and lifted up the thin teat and sucked out my exposed chest. Foreman's skillful tongue moves and his body rises to the sensation of pleasure as the waves surge. I've already had a rough breath.

“Professor, my nipples are hard. ”

“Don't... Haha...”

As the poet twirled his finger-exploded nipple, he blushed slightly. I made a groaning sound, unable to endure how good it felt to play.

“Feeling good? ”

“Yes...”

Im Young Seon replied with a small voice. Every time the poem touches and sucks his body, he feels so good that his body twists by itself. If I didn't know this pleasure, my body would react spontaneously and mouthwash would flow. I was embarrassed because I had never felt so dirty in my life and my sexual thoughts filled my head.

“It's very wet and slippery underneath. Why would you do that? ”

Suddenly, the poem lifted up his skirt and touched the vagina. Every time I gently touched her, she was restless and trembling with pleasure.

“The poem makes me feel good...”

“Because of me? What did I do? ”

“The pope made me feel good...”

Im Young Seon was ashamed and replied to what she asked me deliberately, even though she knew everything. In fact, I had never thought of such things before, but I was able to say such obscene things to the poem. I was ashamed, but I was glad that the poem smiled and liked it.

“Would you like me to lick your tongue to make you feel better? ”

“Yes...”

I couldn't resist the sticky temptation because I knew how good the poem was.

“Where? Teach me where to lick it yourself. ”

“Oh, you know...”

“Yes? I don't know. Come on."

“Oh... here...”

Im Young Line carefully pointed to the clitoris. I felt like my face was burning with shame, but my heart was beating strangely. I was more excited to do what I shouldn't have done.

“The clitoris? Okay. Come over here for a second. ”

The poem raised an executive ship to bring it down to the ground. Then, after putting one foot on the bed, he went inside his skirt and licked his vagina. I was not proficient enough to stimulate the clitoris with my dazzling skill because I knew where I felt the most and how to lick it.

“Ah... ah...”

Then, holding the head of the poet, his waist gradually bent. I was overwhelmed with excessive pleasure and could not stand still. I tried to endure the groaning, but it poured out endlessly. Quickly, the desire to become one with the poem dominated my mind.

“Sissy... do it now. ”

“Yes? What? ”

He pulled his face out of his skirt and asked, looking at the foreground. An innocent face who knows nothing. If it was a stranger, he was so naive that he didn't really know what to do.

“You know what the pope likes. I always wanted to...”

“Is that what I like? I don't remember much, but would you tell him yourself? ”

“Three, sex. ”

He blushed but said anything embarrassing when the poet asked him to tell him. In fact, Im Young Seon, who had lived a quiet life every time she said dirty things, was also quite excited, and was secretly enjoying this situation. I didn't give it to you.

“Tell me you like me and I'll do it. ”

“Kiss me. ”

The poet sitting on the bed opened his arms, and Im Young Seon frowned and grabbed him and sat on his knees.

“Joe, I love it. ”

He said he liked it, even though he groped a little. Then he kissed him. It wasn't just words. The Executive Director really liked the situation. It was the first time in my life I felt like wanting and liking someone like this.

“I love you, papa. ”

Once I said this, I couldn't bear it. Im Young Seon continued to like the poem with a kiss.

“Me, too."

The lightly smiled poem placed the foreground line on the bed and inserted the penis. When I was inserting my penis, I found the image of an executive line flinching while lying in bed quite sexy.

The poem casually had sex on the top, sat on the bed, and raised the foreman. And as she moved her waist and kissed while holding it still, she also flexed her waist and longed for more intense enjoyment.

As his body tightened without hesitation, Im Young Seon was greatly excited and enjoyed the situation without cause with her tongue. Usually, Im Yeong-seon, who was so modest and modest, was busy feeling pleasant when having sex with the situation.

As he moved his lower back with a kiss, he put his foreskin back on the bed and secured his legs with his arms as wide as possible and quickly inserted his penis to the deepest depths.

“Ugh...”

Due to the intense rush of excitement, the executive line did not regain consciousness. All I could do was groan at the fact that it was connected to the poem and the excitement of the whole body. My mind was paralyzed and my body craved the situation even more intensely.

“I'm going to chill now. Do you mind if I just pee inside? ”

“Poetry, that's...”

When I pulled out my penis, I suddenly felt something. Before the executive finished speaking, the situation was still vaginal. A large amount of semen was sprayed on the vagina of the foreground.

The sperm of the poem was like the elixir of Heaven for women. The beneficial energy contained in semen made the forests younger, whitening the skin like a frit. It became more elegant and glorious than before sex, and it gave ordinary people a feeling of pressure and presence just by looking at it.

Im Young Seon, who still had a red face with a pleasant feeling, was emitting a fierce charm that was not easily felt by young women. When strangers saw it, they felt mature and elegant, but they could not imagine they were in their 40s.

“Ha... No, no, no, no, no, no. ”

As soon as she came to her senses, she hugged the situation. Where did the emotion that I hated when I first met him go? Now I couldn't stand it because the situation was so good.

“What?”

The poem wiped off the sweat on her forehead.

“You can't go in there. The poem wants your face or mouth, but I'm gonna make you beg for it, so don't do it inside. Huh? You listen to your sister, don't you? ”

Im Young Seon said cute as if she didn't pull out the penis of the poem. He didn't look like he was in his mid-40s, but he was in his late 20s, so even though he said it cute, there was no feeling of disgust at all. It was just cute.

“It feels good to pee inside. I'll keep it inside. ”

“But what if I have a child? Actually, it's a little dangerous today. ”

“If anything happens, it's a pleasure. Why do you worry about that? ”

“Ugh, yeah? I, the pope, I get in trouble when I have him... There are younger and younger kids... My sister will do anything he wants to do today, so please be patient with her. Okay?"

“It's okay. I don't care. I like you, too.”

“He's in... trouble...”

Im Young Seon said that, but I was greatly moved by the words of the poem saying that it was a joyful thing without thinking about it. I didn't know it was so cute and adorable. Lee Young-sun kissed the cheeks and lips of the poem. There was so much love in my heart that I couldn't bear it.

“Oh, and you know what? ”

“What? ”

“When I publish my paper at the academic conference, I'll prepare my own clothes for you. ”

“The pope? Okay. But you can't give kids clothes like you do now. ”

“Why? It looks good on you. ”

“You look good. People blame you for wearing that. ”

“That's not going to happen, but I'll make sure it's not too light and neat, because it's publishing day. You don't have to worry about that. I don't want you to be ridiculed by other people. ”

“Thank you.”

Im Young Seon stroked the poem's head.

“Thank you. And I'll take you there myself. ”

“The poem is busy. Don't bother. ”

“No matter how busy you are, you can afford it. ”

Actually, I wasn't busy, but I was busy on purpose, and I felt like I was taking my time. Then, I also looked impressed by his face.

The situation did not intend to publish an ordinary paper. Whatever was important was the issue. so that people will immediately know how great the paper was published by the Executive Director. So the poem had a few things in mind. That's why I went to the academic competition.

“I'm excited to be here with you again. ”

“Oh, really? Is there anything you want? ”

“Well, let's go to your room this time. ”

“All right. Just sweep down for a second. ”

“I'll clean it up for you. ”

The poem pulled out the penis and wiped out the vagina of the executioner's vagina like the elixir. Then I grabbed him in my arms and went to the Executive Vessel's room. According to the image, the room of the executive ship was neat and tidy.

“No sexy underwear? ”

“Well, there's no such thing. It's just normal.”

“Really? Do you have stockings? ”

“Of course there is. Why?”

“Of course I want to look like a black stocking shoe. It's sexy.”

“He does everything. Okay, then I'll take this off. ”

“Yes, you can take it off now. ”

The executive stripped off the rose's clothes and took out the black stockings as the poem wanted. I was embarrassed because I had never had sex like this, but I didn't feel rejected because I thought it was what the poem wanted.

The stocking-wearing executive approached the city. They were pantyhose, so I had my whole lower body wrapped around them.

The poem sat on the forerunner, spread his legs, and tore the socks off the genitals. The vagina was revealed as it sounded. Once a dark brown vagina, now a bright, dark pink one.

When I teased the vagina with my fingers, the dew quickly grew and the petals soaked. Again, Im Young Seon's face got wet with excitement and made a wild expression that strongly aspired to the penis of the poem. It was so vulgar that I could not imagine that she was a decent woman.

The foreman who was so rejected and troubled is now completely engulfed by the poem. Now I must become the body that should not be without the poem.

The poem smiled lightly and once again had sex full of love with Jung Young-sun. When the rose came back, it was not strange, but Foreman did not pay attention to that fact and focused all his attention on the affections of the city.

Suddenly, all I heard in my room was the sound of flesh and flesh clamoring and the groaning of an adulterous groan.

* *

It became the day of the academic competition.

The academic competition was held at a considerable scale. Professors from well-known universities abroad, staff from the National Institute of Brain Sciences, and professors and staff from several universities attended brain research.

As I said before, the poem took his own clothes and went to Im Yeong-seon's house. It was early in the morning, but the roses were already gone because of the schedule.

“Thank you, papa. I'm busy, but thanks for coming. ”

“It's an important day, so you should come. Better yet, take this suit. ”

The poem gave me clothes. It was neat like I said before, but I felt fresh and beautiful.

“Wait, I'll get dressed right now. ”

Im Young Seon, who was only wearing underwear, wore the same clothes. I put on a clean blouse and put on a skirt all the way to my knees. It may be plain, but it was brought from Quezron. It was so luxurious and beautiful, and the beauty of the foreman was shining unevenly. I ended up wearing black stockings just like last time.

I was also quite satisfied when I looked in the mirror in my clothes. I liked that the clothes were clean but luxuriously pretty. I was a little embarrassed to think for myself, but I didn't look like a college professor, but I felt like the actress was dressed neatly.

“Beautiful. I think that's enough. ”

“So? Thank you. Nice outfit. ”

“You're prettier. ”

“He's embarrassed again...”

Im Young Seon had a very cheerful smile.

The beauty of sex with the poet and corrected with Kezron's clothes was unbelievably unique because it was in its 40s. If it was elegant and youthful, it would definitely focus people's attention on the moment they went to the academic competition. I already felt how people would pay attention.