Arsi screamed softly as she saw Keith's meat stick sitting on the bathmat grow larger.
I mean, seriously, I'm supposed to take a bath and wash Keith, but when I find out, that Keith is already in a fight over being dressed in a weird swimsuit.
Surprised together, Arsi couldn't help but feel like she was in a weird trap.
But before that, when Keith slept on a soft bathmat,
"Then I guess I'll ask you out of my back. Nice to meet you."
"Huh? Um... hey, Neru?
Arsi asks Keith, who is bowing his arm to the pillow. And Keith turned around a little and answered.
"Look, my back hurts. Because it's hard to sit down. So while you sleep."
I couldn't say anything back when they said that, and with my troubled face on, Arsi sat next to Keith.
The meat shivers when I sit down, and the bikini, which is too small, is going to be uneven and the contents are going to be visible. to the appearance of Arsi, who turns red and holds it down,
(Wow! Ah, Tsk, Tsk!! This pussy is horny! Show it to me!! Pull over, my penis!!
I waited for her to wash her back by moving her hips slightly as she vomited her lowlife complaining with one heart.
Don't Arsi notice how Keith is like that, look for soap and a bath sponge. But I don't see it anywhere.
"Hey, it's soap, the one to wash your body... where?
To that voice Keith pointed out in a pleasant voice, "There you go," he said. In that direction, a pile of soap bubbles was available in the barrel.
"... Ah, eh? This... wow... right?
"Yeah, yeah. Would you spread that on your back?
"Yeah, yeah?
That was clearly a special way to wash in the shop, a play that Arsi had no reason to know, even though he was a good old man, who had never come out of the Elf Territory.
What Arsi thought of washing was putting soap on the bath sponge and calling it gossip.
"Oh, no, uh... eh? This? Apply it?"
"Yes, be gentle at Arsi's hands. Every corner, please."
"Hands!? And you paint it with your hands!?
"Yeah. Bass sponges and stuff aren't actually good for your skin, are they? Soap bubbles are best applied by hand."
That's what Leonora taught me before. You can't use that knowledge as information to make Arsi do weird things.
Arsi, who can't be trusted inside after being briefed, stared at his hand and Keith's body and solidified.
Obviously the fun has changed from the bathing assistance I had in mind for the bath. To Arsi like that. Keith,
"... Could it be possible? No, I don't think so.
"Huh!? Ugh, yeah...... no, it's not"
"If you can't do it, okay? Really. I'm sorry. Ask for something weird. You're disgusting...... all of a sudden that's it"
Arsi shook her head left and right in a hurry when she was told she was disgusted. I wanted to show you it wasn't.
Think with a confused head about what to do for it. Think of a way to tell him you don't think he's sick at all, the result.
"Shh... I will. I can... I'm fine. I can't believe I'm sick... because I don't"
Keith glanced at Arsi like he was impressed when he turned bright red and tried his best with even a slightly juicy body.
Arci, who sees Keith trembling with emotion that he can do something horny and consolidates his determination to give it to you once again, still reached for the soap bubble with a little confusion.
The fluffy, fragrant foam is a specialty soap that Keith has designed to do any of these things.
Mixing the water with the soap instantly produces fluffy silky foam, which Arsi prepared when changing into a swimsuit.
With the bubbles in his hands, Arsi slowly spreads it on Bare Keith's back.
My breath leaks even more when I don't feel the feeling of bubbles spreading across my puffy fingertips.
I felt so good. So Arsi went on hoping that it was good this way and served soap bubbles.
Arsi has also become more relaxed and entertained with tension on her back, which will be creamed foam coated bright white as if it were a cake decoration.
I wash my arms and shoulders from my hips to my back and then rub them gently into a massage. I'm good at massage because I used to do it to my father when I was home.
Aisha is not as authentic or as dedicated as Berna, but the amateur-like massage addition and subtraction felt good inside.
But it's time for a full stimulus, and Keith speaks to Arsi.
"You know, it's time for you downstairs, too, okay?
"Did?... Ah, feet... right? Yeah."
Moving slowly toward his feet, Arsi was thrilled by Keith's butt, which he could see from that position.
But when I think about it, I'm going to have to wash it.
(Ah...... ugh! Duh, what do we do... oh, we have to wash it... right?
Asking herself in her heart, Arsi couldn't help but put her hands on her buttocks while applying soap bubbles to her inflated tibia and thighs.
But I can't not wash the dirtiest part, and I can't seem to say I don't like it because it is kind of dirty to wash it myself.
If it's true, you can say you don't like it because it's dirty, but the honest pouty elf,
"... buttocks... wash them. If it hurts."
"I get it. Sorry...... to that point"
"Heh, heh... at all... I'm fine"
With a face mixed with excitement and shame that seemed completely fine, Arsi reached up to rub her thighs as she nodded again and again.
Bloated buttocks from the base of the leg. His breath leaked out of Arsi's mouth, not expecting him to stroke its muscular surface.
I've never touched Keith's butt like this, not to mention being held over and over again.
Arsi, who touches a man's butt for the first time in his life, makes sure he rubs his fearful muscles to see how they feel.
(stiff... soft... it's Mr. Keith's ass... me, buttocks... I'm touching it)
Keith started wandering inadvertently at Arsi, who didn't even realize how dirty his fingers were right now.
I don't usually experience being able to stroke my butt like this, but that soft touch just makes me excited to soothe my tiredness.
Seeking even more stimulation as my penis that rubs on my mat like a floor ona gets painfully erect.
"Oh, Arsi... and the crack... and the butthole, please... if you don't like it"
"Um!? Ah, ah, uh... yeah, right... there, I have to reveal it... right"
I know, but when they say it again, it's uninterruptedly perverse and makes me want to scream in shame.
In the meantime I opened Keith's rubbing butt tab and applied a soap bubble to the dirty butthole in the middle.
I don't touch it at all because I don't think it's too much. I actually got goosebumps on Keith's spine for just the right anal touch.
"Oh...... whoo!! Ooh... Arsi's finger, but... ahhh! Kitty, kitty...... oh hi"
From the base of Keith's golden balls with pitiful voices through his butthole to his tailbone. Many times I wash cute fingers back and forth Arsi starts to get excited about his actions.
Arsi's mind, still inexperienced in the act of washing a man's ass, which he probably wouldn't have touched in his whole life, was confused and excited.
So Keith to Arsi, who touches on the remembrance,
"Arsi, you've already got your ass clean, haven't you?
"Huh?... Ah! Ahhh... Um, I... ahhhhh"
Understanding myself as I was washing more than I needed to, Arsi almost cried. Keith thanked such a puffy elf.
"Thank you, Arsi's gentle way of washing was very pleasant."
Without being scolded by a pervert, she thanked me and smiled at me, and Arsi was horrified and about to cry again. The ordeal still persisted on her like that.
"So once we flush the bubbles out of our backs?
"Yeah...... ok"
Hot water washed his back bubbles clean, and then Arsi washed his fingers too. I didn't think I'd keep my butt washed.
When his back was clean, Keith woke up and fell asleep upside down. On your back, Beyonce has a meat stick that is many times bigger than just now! And it pops up.
I thought that might be happening, but he was more erect than I expected and Arsi accidentally drank his saliva.
"Then we'll be in front of the body."
Keith, who says the same thing, leaves the rest of the bubble up front without Arsi even being able to reply.
Try not to look at the meat stick, but still anything that's poking up big gets in my eyes.
I turned back thick and loud, Ella was tense and my foreskin was completely down. And it's red and black and the blood vessels are crawling around like mites.
What would it taste like if I put it in your mouth? How nice would it feel to put him in there?
I think of that all the time, and I say to my brain miso, "Stupid idiot!," but still my gaze goes that way.
Keith can't watch it anymore and try to hide it with soap bubbles,
"Because it's dirty there. Will you put a lot of soap on it and wash it?
Shaped like digging his own grave into the words, Arsi stared at Keith with another half crying face and nodded very slowly.
I touch it. I touch this. Then I feel like something can't stop me anymore. But I have to touch it. I have to touch it to wash it.
Even more thrilled than when he was in his butt, Arsi waved at the meat stick to tell him that this was not weird to wash.
I touch my hands on the sleigh burdock reproductive organs and wash them so that they squeeze with both hands.
"Oh, ugh!! Oh...... Ah, Arsi"
"Oh, I'm sorry! You wanted to?
"No... it feels good... Arsi's a good washer"
Not knowing what to answer to being smiled at, Arsi wanders her gaze and stares at her penis as a result, kneading and washing it.
Wash to handle the meat rod and to wrap the turtle head around it. Obviously, it's a trick, but if you take it to Arsi, he's washing it.
Keith turned the meat stick further against the way the pouty elf bubbles and handjobs, so as to make the handjob feel more.
"Arsi, the stiffness under the thickest part is dirty. Wash it there. Gossip at your fingertips... Ooh! That's right, you're good!! Oh, so... oh wow!!
Like I was told, "Like this?" Keith's hips poke up at Arsi's fingertips rubbing his scrotum under his geese neck. Whatever you look at it, it's not a human behavior with a sore back.
But Arsi kept washing only the meat bars without questioning that.
Earsi, who washes only her penis as if the initial purpose of washing her body at the earliest time had disappeared, felt the lead mix in the bubble.
When the eclectic slip mixes in the foam and causes the thread to pull, the niche and sound also change, making Arsi irresistible.
Keith reached out and touched that munching body to Arsi, whose flesh stick was lit by fire.
"Hiaaah!? Oh, uh, yeah? Hey, what?
Keith was suddenly touched by the meat on his stomach and thighs and raised his voice to the irritation Arci,
"Sorry about Arsi... I wanted to touch you, ah! Huh!! All right? You can touch it... you can wash it while you touch it... okay?
Arsi tried to say no as she stared at Keith's hand stroking her buttocks and thighs. I thought I couldn't stand being touched.
Yet the back word leaked from his mouth, saying, "Okay, fine," and Arsi bit his lips at his words and actions, which he could not control.
Arsi, who was thus touched with meat, continued her handjob as she wetted the low-rise bikini with female honey.
The exhalation will be incredibly sweet and intense, and the overflowing saliva will likely leak from the edge of your mouth.
(penis...... Mr. Keith's penis...... needs to be cleaned...... cleaner...... cleaner enough to leave the sarmen......)
Arsi keeps moving her hands thinking that something from the inferior species might have been infected by being touched.
The soap disappeared after rubbing many times, and now the cowper foams white. The hand feels endlessly good when the enthusiasm is done with a good meaty fingertip.
Keith couldn't stop his ejaculation when he was rubbed without adding or subtracting intermittently freaking meat bars.
He couldn't bear the momentum of hot cloudy juice rushing through his urethra.
"Ah, ah!! Huh!! Ahhh... ahhh no!! Oh, wow!! So...... eek!! I'm... ahhh!! It's here!!
Arsi unconsciously speeds up the movement of her hand to that voice and the sensation transmitted from her buttocks that Keith touches with force. In that hand, the meat stick let the urethra fill with hot juice and let it erupt from the tip at once.
Bibi!! Dobi!! Dobi!! Dubu!! Bi! Bi! Byu!! - Fired towards the ceiling, Zamen hurries and leaks out of Arsi's hand holding the tortoise head onto Keith's own abdomen.
"Hih! Ah, uhh... uhh... wow, yes... it's full... ahhh"
Arsi, who managed to deliver the semen leaking from her cum-bouncing penis into her hand, hastened to gather that in her abdomen as well.
Keith's Zamen, who dirty his hands white, had a strong karki odor and was going to manage to get excited just because he was sniffing.
I want to lick it... I think so somewhere Arsi, but I couldn't help but flush it with soap bubbles in hot water because of the mixing of soaps.
Keith was already thinking about his next prank as he finished spewing it and his penis freaked out and stared soaking into the euphoric aftertaste.