Elf no Kuni no Kyuutei Madoushi ni Naretanode, Toriaezu Himesama ni Seitekina Itazura wo Shitemimashita

Returning upstairs with metastatic magic, Erne wet his handkerchief and wiped my scar for me. He's not bleeding, but he's splendidly cracked. He looks sorry for his forehead.

Keith immediately completely erased that wound when he applied full healing magic using the magic of the Nightshade.

Smiling at the horny looking erne, the businesswoman turned to her side pussy. Even that looks cute and Keith hugs me.

"Ah! Hey, what are you doing! That's why I'm listening to people! I don't know about you... anymore!

Keith strokes his head on Erne, who won't resist much as he says. And when you see the dust on your hands,

"Erne. Shall I take a bath? It's dusty all over you, isn't it?

"Huh?... Ooh, Ro... why all of a sudden"

"You'll be suspicious if you go home looking drooling like this. So."

"That's... fine... but I don't like you. I don't know what Lou looks like!

"I don't know... because it's the last time. Please."

"You said no!

I guess it was the best compromise for Erne to try to think of Lou and Keith separately this way.

Keith continued to ask Elne, who insisted that it wasn't Lou, as he told himself.

Eventually, Erne said to break into that persistence, "Already!" Then I walked into the bathroom. Decide you can follow me and Keith will be on his way with you.

On his way, Erne was whining "perverted jerk" in a much smaller voice, but that made Keith's feelings expensive to dismiss.

The meat stick grows larger as she strips off her clothes in the stripper as it is, also responding to Erne's thin body.

I got half-bulb. Seeing that, Erne rushed into the bathroom first. And start washing your body with jab jabs in hot water.

It's obvious he's trying to hide himself in the hot air and get out early. Keith held it from behind.

"Hih! Bye! I'm saying no, but no! Why won't you ask? Come on!

"No, I'm not. There's dirt on your neck, so I thought I'd wash it for you."

Even when it comes to dust, there is also a mixture of dust and wood chips that come out when the house collapses. Keith explained that it's impossible to wash that away by yourself.

convincing explanation, but Erne nevertheless turned a suspicious eye to the

"... I would be angry if I were to porn... because I would never"

"I know. Erne won't hate you."

I may not be reluctant, but I think you've scattered more of the inferior.

But I don't care if you look at me like that. Keith carefully removes dirt with his hands as he begins to wash Erne's body with soap for fun.

Fingertips, who know more about everything about Erne than she herself, stroke her hips from the nod to the back, and from the buttocks, precisely stimulating the sexy zone.

As the soap bubbles grew slippery and made the ears look bigger, Erne began to react to the pimples and body. Keith stroked it in further.

"So, meh... Ah, hmm! Mmm... hey, no... whoa! Dad, no."

Erne called Keith his dad after saying no to getting pleasure. I immediately notice that and make my face bright red.

"Chi, no! That's... because you're not Lou, and that's why... so, how to call it."

Keith whispered gently in his ear as he gently held Erne in a hurry from behind.

"That's okay. It's the last time today. Dad is fine. Please call me Daddy."

"I don't... I don't know, 'cause... he's like a pervert"

"I'm not a pervert. That's not true at all. Besides, it's the last day I can be Erne's dad."

Daddy and last. That's when I thought so. There was an unspeakable loneliness in the erne. It's the loneliness that finally pulls me away from my gained father.

Elne was desperate to ignore a corner of her mind screaming that she didn't like it, but still can't beat the temptation to just do it again for the last time.

"... now... because it's the last time... because I don't call you Dad anymore"

"Yeah, that's the last one. Copy that."

To Keith, who said so and restarted the body wash, Erne muttered "Pa Pa" to leak as she raised her fragrant voice. Keith runs his fingertips to the voice.

As if playing with an instrument, I glance over Erne's body with my fingertips, letting the immature flesh grow high. The temperature rises slightly, and the already developed Omako lights up.

herself in tears and enduring waves of pleasure attacking her body. Elne told Keith,

"Pa, pa... hey! Mm-hmm... oh, mmm... yeah, I told you I wouldn't, you fucked me! Promise me you'll keep it... oh, yeah... no, 'cause... dad"

Keith's meat stick flicks back into the voice of a girl who is too glossy, but concentrates only on washing her body without ever letting her touch it.

At the end of the day, he stroked the diaphragm from his inner thigh. As her hands touched or didn't touch the most sensitive part and back and forth again, Erne shook her neck left and right as she applied force to her thighs.

I try to deny pleasure, but the gentle irritation that stains the back of my body elicits a reaction without refusal.

Erne shuddered her body as she leaned shyly as the smell of the female overflowed from Omanko, who never touched her.

When I stared resentfully at the hand I promised and stroked, the hand accidentally left my body. And start pouring hot water.

"Yes. It's beautiful. You should wash your hair yourself."

I'm horrified that it's over, but at the same time, I still want you to touch it, and the desire to stroke it more like this springs up, and it bothers Erne.

I think it was all Keith's fault for doing this, but I couldn't even complain about it, and Erne started washing her hair in silence.

Keith was staring up as he removed the dirt on his hair so he wouldn't think about it, forgetting the fire lights on his body.

Keith hands a towel to Erne, who roars and stares at his chest, buttocks and groin.

"Um, would you please wash my back?

Elne, told because she can't see the dirt herself, and received an unacceptable towel, turns to her back and begins to wash gently.

Keith's body had many small scratches and blue moles when he protected Erne, as the wound on his forehead had healed magic but had done nothing else.

with just a little guilt. I gently towel over there. Keeping my face forward to Erne,

"Erne...... I'm so sorry. I've been... sorry."

"... that's enough... no more apologies"

"But..."

"I'm telling you. If you're going to apologize, I won't forgive you."

Keith nodded "yes" to the words that blurted but tenderness was at the core and let himself go. Eventually Keith thanked him and looked back as he finished washing his back.

Elne turned bright red and barked when she was shown a meat stick that was clearly erect, even as she sat on the bath chair.

"Hey, why are you turning it up in the current flow? Come on! Really too perverted to be a dad!! Come on!!

"I can't help it. Because my favorite Erne is so close, and she attracts a beautiful body. I can't believe you didn't get an erection."

"I can't... I can't hide it with a towel..."

Erne, who says with a flickering glance, dyes his cheek on the meat stick that he saw and reacted to his thing. Keith tells such a illuminating daughter to feel meaningful.

"But don't worry about it. I won't do anything weird to Erne. It's okay, I'll take care of it."

Erne felt something caught in the words. I wonder what I'm going to do with that. The mother came to my mind when I thought about it.

Keith was in the middle of meeting Roana. This is what Erne does with it apart. That's why when we're done washing our bodies here and we break up, we'll see each other again. And......

Erne suddenly finds her chest painful. My mother hugs Keith and seeks each other hard, like she did on a peek before. Such delusions dominated Erne's head.

Then the pain in the chest becomes stronger and more agonizing. The thought is undoubtedly jealous of Roana, but Erne himself did not acknowledge it with hard work.

For Erne, Keith is a lover and father. There is also no reason for jealousy to sprout in the feeling of being deprived of it. But the mind of the immature girl didn't want to admit that she felt that way about her mother.

"It's okay," Keith said, showing off his meat stick as if he understood such a complex chest.

That's as if Roana is telling me to do something about it after this, and Erne can't stand the pain in her chest that keeps getting bigger. And that feeling moves my business-daughter's body alone.

Reaching out to escape chest pain and touching an erect meat stick, Erne begins to stroke and wash there with her soapy bubbled hands.

Keith, who makes a surprised look on his face while thinking "Kita," says, "Erne?" and speak up. Then Erne looked up at Keith with a crying face,

"Don't get me wrong... I'm just washing it, why..."

Keith said "thank you" to her excuse for being too bad and stroked her head. Elne kept her hands moving with that just to make her face more moisturized.

Touch the hard, tense tortoise head and rub the geese neck with your fingertips. Then gently rub the scrotum through the back muscles over and over again. The meat stick repeated enough to reach the umbilical to Elne, who unfortunately demonstrated his taught moves.

"It feels good... it feels so good... it's great. Erne... you can do it."

Erne's fingertips grew more and more unpleasant in Keith's voice breathing in sweet pleasure. Its fingertips were filled with a feminine desire to feel better than Roana's.

Keith gently sprinkles hot water onto Erne's hand and his own meat stick, deciding he would have to give it this far. And it got pretty. I lifted that up and took it near Erne's mouth.

Keith inquires with a gentle voice to Erne, who says "Ah" and stares upwards.

"Next, will you clean it up with Occhi? I want you to clean your penis with Erne's pretty mouth."

For God's sake, Erne swelled his cheeks a lot, keeping a stare at Keith.

"... porn, I promised you nothing... really, my dad is so horny... perverted grandpa"

After complaining that way, I stuck my tense tortoise head in. And then he licks it around with a nero in his pocket.

Until now, I was an obedient little girl when my dad played, but when I found out who I was, I started to behave like when I was in Lou's state. Still, it doesn't change how honest you are.

(Oh, I'm being like a puberty daughter... my dad plays while my puberty daughter curses me for perverting me or something...... Yikes, Kan! I'm the strongest!!

Keith's penis thickens his blood vessels to the ginguins with pleasure and excitement to serve his businesslike daughter's dad, unlike Nia, who is too submissive.

Carefully licking each and every one of its vessels, Erne nibbled at the bell mouth with a small tip of her tongue. When the stimulus of strength overflows with a run, it inhales it and then crawls its tongue throughout.

Elne's tongue, which he uses to the point of not teaching, looks just like Roana's, even though it's awkward, making Keith wonder if this is the cause of blood.

Erne's tongue is all obscenely involved, giving pleasure to the male organ, and he feels joy at it, which increases the male odor.

He feels it with his own tongue, not my mother. He is delighted by his actions. Such a dark delight also gave Erne's body the pleasure of sin.

Keith kept being a much better kid and a good girl to his half-elf daughter, who caresses her own man by pinning her shaky nipples on her underdeveloped chest.

The feeling of being praised for greatness flows from your head, and the male smell in your body combines with it, causing the elne to wander.

Lovers and dads. Elne, who had an outburst in the worst possible situation where she could feel both, sucks and squeezes her penis with a nasty face just like Roana.

Intense pleasure flowed from the meat stick to paralyze Keith. Keith took a breath and swallowed a shiver in his lower back, but the feeling of endurance made the meat stick more sensitive.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ooh... uh, ru... awesome, awesome... erne... oh, ooh!

Erne, who gave Keith the barking stuffy sound of a zibo zibo and a nasty sound to use his entire mouth for pleasure, sensed male fluid coming out of the meat stick condition.

Get it out of here. Prove it feels good. Keith loses to a squeezing technique that licks the turtle head around and handles the roots of the meat stems at high speeds as such.

"Whoa!!," he said, poking his hips out, a zamen erupted from the golden balls, and ran to the urethra. That overflows from the bell mouth.

Bibi!! Dobi! Dobigu!! Big time! Big time, big time, big time!! Dubu - the flying zamen filled the inside of Erne with blue odor.

Erne drank everything up in tears to the smell of karki to the point of tears. I was glad that the stickiness entangled in my throat seemed like proof that I squeezed a zamen out of my dad.

I don't know. Keith recovers quickly from the aftertaste of the salmon fire when he sees the love fluids dripping down his thigh from Erne's Omako, who smiles softly.

And when I couldn't get him away from my dad as well as Lou, he held up his haunted busty daughter during this guessy surgery and took her to bed.