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

Keith got naked and went into the bathroom with him when he took him to the strip yard at night to take off his panties.

At that point, the meat stick was already gummy and overflowing with the lead, and Nightingale sensed that she was not willing to keep the promise she had just made.

I sat in my bath chair holding my heavy stomach and balancing, and at night I was watching such an inferior kind of man, and he was a complaining face.

"Oh, hey, Keith"

"Yes? What's up?

Again, "Ampounta! Keith, who thought he'd be scolded, thought of all the excuses for that.

"Give in a little...... sit there"

I was told to sit down before the night cunt sat down, and when I stood up and lowered my hips wondering if it was a full-scale sermon, a big little dragon in my stomach applied soap bubbles to Keith's jaw.

At night when Keith's cheeks and jaws, who looked puzzled, were soaked without a thousand times, he took a razor that was near him.

"You can't move... you get it"

and began to shave his mustache with a voice. He looks unfamiliar with his grown stomach and still tries hard to shave Keith's mustache with a ziggy.

That was kind of cute and horny, and Keith wanted to hit the nightclub right now.

But with a blade on my neck, that's dangerous, so I'll put up with it until it's over. But I won't forget to stare.

"... what... why are you looking at me like that?"

"No, he said you're used to it. A little surprised."

"Toto's mustache looks interesting... I've done it every day for about 100 years"

It's about when I was a little girl. It's still small enough. But one day I suddenly got tired of it. At that time the sorrow of the harrowing was so great that the heavens tore apart and the heavy rains did not stop for a week and the great rivers flooded.

That's fine, it's an act of love, no matter what you think, to make a man of a shave he remembers with such a father.

Keith stared at the night with a happy face at it, too,

"Something... good. This. It's like a lollibot wife shaving her husband's beard."

Bin to the end of your tail for the word wife! while the night-time bird turns bright red and reacts by letting

"Oh, ma'am... oh, my God... Nan just lost Keith's mustache... bye"

"Ya... you know, why don't you stop lighting up with a razor on your neck?

"Light Torah! Who said anything about Keith's wife!!

"Hino!" Screaming Keith decided it was dangerous to tease him in the middle of shaving any more and decided to keep quiet.

Still, it remained lit at night, but I finished shaving safely without scratching.

Keith, a nice kid at night with a refreshing face and saying, "Thank you," started washing his little dragon body this time just to say thank you.

Wash your breasts with soap bubbles on your hands, luxurious hips on thin hands and legs, and no swelling shards.

As Nightshade began to respond to the slippery sensation, Keith eventually moved his hand to his tummy, which was so botched that it was incompatible with his thin limbs.

I get excited when I touch a pseudo-pregnant demon prop that completely reproduces the feel, temperature, and softness of my skin, even though it's something I made myself.

I figured that was because I wore it on the stomach of such a tight little dragon. It was a vicious eroticism, to be clear.

It's nothing but porn that the belly of a dragon girl, who still looks even single-digit old, is swollen with male seeds, albeit pseudo.

It's all the more so because Omake gently strokes my stomach like that and makes me look like a slut.

"Ugh... no magic props... hioo! I know you're going to be touched... Ha-ha!

"That also comes with the ability to feed back the feel. There's no drain."

Keith, adding commentary to his solitary remarks, said, "To the Omake," and looked at his fingertips from around the pubic bone to around the umbilicus at night.

The moment she was clicked around the umbilical area where she was expelled from the umbilical cord, the nightcapsule felt something pounding in her fetus.

"Huh! Hey, what the hell! What the heck!!

"It's a complete reproduction of even the baby's fetus with a slight magic vibration! That when your mother feels better, she can taste the feeling of kicking her stomach."

"Heh, don't elaborate on weird features Ampounta!! Ha, ha! This can't be... Awwww!

Nightshake shakes her body when she feels a fetal movement (something that seems) in her womb that hasn't even had its first period yet. A feeling you shouldn't taste gives this little one pleasure in the name of motherhood.

"That's not all," whispered Keith, stroking his stuffy little dragon belly, starting to stroke his blackened (seemingly) Lori nipples.

Her nipples are splendidly blackened and swollen, even though she is still in the shape of a girl in small grains. Squeeze there and the white stuff is puffy! It erupted.

"Huh," he said once again, sounding surprised at night, confused by the breast milk overflowing from his boobs.

"What the hell! Why not!! Why are you doing this... from Non's chest?"

Keith explained himself well to the panicking nightclub.

"A simple transfer device is planted inside this magic tool, and if you keep the milk in it, it will fly the milk onto the wearer's nipple surface! At first glance, it looks like breast milk erupts, doesn't it?

Only that part shows restraint, Keith. A man is a creature who must be held captive.

It was the night I lived 800 years now and have seen all sorts of horrible magic props, but I had never seen such a magic prop showing such retarded restraint.

While thinking about it, Keith's fingertips pinch and rub his nipples and transfer the infant milk planted in the magic prop onto the nipple surface.

Because my nipples are paralyzed in the rubbed state, I really get the illusion that the milk is coming out of my nipples at night. I see the black nipples dye white and it turns red to the tip of my ear.

"Miruku... Lame, then, hah... if I squeeze like that, Lame Bye!!

I beg you to stop milking me with a sweet voice while I'm picky. But Keith was aware that he didn't think so at all. So when I let go of my finger,

"Right. Breast milk in the corner at night, because I can't help but squeeze it with my fingers. I knew it was here."

When I say that and put my mouth on my nipples, I start sucking choo-choo. Just because I smoked of course doesn't increase the amount of milk. But it can enhance the feeling of night-time blistering.

Though hypothetical, my thoughts get deeper and deeper when I get my nipples sucked and milk drunk in a both-belly state.

It's like I'm really pregnant with Keith's kid and she's sucking breast milk in the bathroom. That's the only thing that keeps getting better and better.

"Oh, oh, wow! Oh, heh! Ki, ki-su, stop... Mm-hmm! Ahhh! Don't... no, then... boobs, if you say no... Ugh!

"Npu, Nchu, Chipu...... yeah, I don't like it. I'll smoke more! I drink for the baby, too."

To Keith, who told him like he was kidding. At night, he shook his neck left and right with a crying face.

"No, you can't! Slightly this... No! Don't, Ampountan......"

I tell Keith not to drink desperately as she clicks Deveso and sucks both nipples. It was completely proof that I had a crush on this play.

When he realized that, Keith stood up in front of the sitting boteroli dragon and pressed a meat stick back to his cheek to the limit.

"So, instead, will the nightcap smoke my milk?

I have no idea what the hell you're replacing, but still at night I started kissing Keith on the penis hitting his cheek with a moist face if he didn't suck his nipples anymore.

Kiss the raised stem part of the blood vessel and lick it peppery at the tip of the tongue, gradually moving its licking range to the tip.

For a moment, the goose neck intensively licks around, twitches the bell mouth with the tip of his tongue, and then puts it in his mouth for each overflowing run and sucks it.

The young man looked remarkably young at night when the baby opened his little mouth with a mouthful that sucked a bottle of breastfeeding.

Yet. The belly of such a girl dragon attracts a seeded swell inside, and there is still slightly zero milk from the tip of her black nipple on the omelet.

Let the girl with the bote shave her penis. Even Keith was about to shake out his excitement meter for his first experience.

Even now I want to stare at my grown stomach and poke it at my uterus in its normal position, but if I show that intensity in this state, the nightcap will cry.

So first of all, I need to stay okchi and feel better, and calm down a little bit. With that in mind, Keith concentrated his consciousness on Lorifera the Night.

Lick the tense and sensitive tortoise head around the back of his tongue and rub the golden balls loose as he lets the entire rod paint into his saliva.

When the stimulus of a slightly stiff dragon's hand rubbing his scrotum loosened to the tip of his tortoise head and he was persevered there, Keith felt his pleasure fill his urethra.

"Oh... kimochi no... oh, come on... seriously... boulder night... you're just so tiny to bother me with your body. It's erotic"

At night I stared at Keith with an up-and-coming look at the inferior man as he said he was kidding, but only his mouth kept moving.

Sucking is like a baby. Her tongue is filled with female dragon daughters. Fella stirred up Keith's excitement even more.

He began to freak out and licked his tongue out at night with a meat stick that made his blood vessels float intensely.

The salivated meat stick is further wet in saliva and rubbed off with a rough tongue. Keith is about to pull back on that feeling.

"Rock, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll!

It goes beyond the limits to the night cunt who grips the roots of the meat bars and licks and blames them for not letting it get away.

A special dark salmon liquid bursts into the urethra from the golden balls wrapped around it to the excitement of looking lollibote.

"Whoo! Oh, whoa! Ugh...... Ugh!! Oh, ahhh! Ya...... yes, I will...... milk! So, properly... drink, uh, yeah! Ooh!"

A night when the tortoise head was clasped to match his protruding hips. Keith gently grabbed the corner and fired the male liquid into the chamber.

Big time, big time! Big time! Dobigu!! Bubble! Bubble, Bubble, Bubble!!

Obviously, the night I took a lot more salmon until I swelled my cheeks, and I wept at the strength of its karki odor.

"Hubbub, hubbub... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ngu, Ngu very... Phew... that sounds too much, ahoy."

Keith, who looked refreshed when he saw a night's sleep dripping out of his mouth with his saliva and overflowing it over his bottomed stomach, quickly regained his murmur again.

Keith's longevity is impossible to have sex with a both-belly at night, which is only nearly 200 years old until the reproductive age. In other words, this is our only chance.

Keith, who poured hot water on himself and the nightingale and soaped them, hurried to take the Bote dragon to bed and starts cunning as he strokes his stomach.

The kiss and everything softened up to a sudden cunt at night. The cunt panicked and pounded Keith's head with his tail and both hands.

"Ko, Ko! What... hehe! Oh, ahhh! So, no... no promises! He said he won't... Yakuhiku... then he won't! Ugh."

Keith, who let go of his mouth from Little Man when he was told, stroked his swollen stomach in bread,

"No, 'cause I need to experiment. Experiment with whether having sex while wearing this magic trick doesn't affect the magic trick."

"Oh, my God, no... no, no, no, no."

"Yep... don't think I should... what position I should be in or how strong I should poke my penis"

Keith says as he gently twists Debeso with his middle finger.

"... I can't help it... I guess I'll ask someone else to do that experiment"

"Ah, ooh, ooh! Damn it, I did! This with other women...... damn it!!

"But we need to experiment. Ahhh, I experimented with a corner nightclub, and then... I thought I'd practice when the nightclub really happened."

When this happens, that would mean when the nightingale is actually pregnant.

The night he understood it, he wiggled Keith's tail pounding his head as he said "hi".

Keith is really thinking about that when I get this tummy. Just thinking so makes the back of my stomach wander into a troll. Then that part was stimulated like a fetal movement by a demonic prop.

(I can't... I can't... I can't... Ugh, Keith... Keith.)

I wanted it and I couldn't stand it, and the night I overflowed my vaginal mouth with dark honey with enough momentum to zero out of my womb, I opened my legs with tears. That was a signal from Kuni O.K.

"... can I lick it? Practice...... can I?

To Keith, who deliberately inquired, Nightingale laid her hands on the big belly area and groaned.

"... Lenshu... I'll see you later... if I do something wrong... I'll be angry"

I couldn't stand the shame as I said it, and turned that way at night. That figure even looks like she's really pregnant with a baby.

Keith began his cunt with a satisfying inferior grin at the appearance of a cunt such a night.