In front of a luxury inn that had come once before, we stopped.
"Nigga, thank you for listening to Jim."
"... yes."
"I think our nigger has real responsibility."
"..."
What is the reason that Winia has entrusted me with this? I was deceived to follow me to my own inn. The word "responsible" grabbed my ankle to throw away my luggage from here.
The responsibility she's talking about is something.
Take all the responsibilities you took for your first time.
Of course, the abusive rhetoric that was only madness at the time was hanging from me when Winia cried first, and Claudie's incomprehensible ideas left my mentor in abundance, but in the end it was my responsibility to make fun of my Southern neighbors.
"Nigga, will you take this king to my room?"
Winia, with a nasty smile, pushed her head in.
I couldn't bear her after the word "responsibility." Winia has been blatantly clinging to me whether I know it or not.
"Dog dog. Shivaal..."
"Hahaha!"
I followed Winia up to the room.
Nothing has changed. The place I saw when I came down to catch the ogre was right. It's a good inn for wizards who make a little money.
When the door was closed, I was struck by the fact that there were only two Orots left in this space. Smells good. Winia's aroma made my head dizzy with a fragrance that weighed as heavily as the Southern muscle's responsibilities.
And it was the same with Winia, who had just frowned before, closing her mouth and turning her head away from me.
"Nigga."
"Why."
"No."
Take off your hat and lean your staff against the wall.
What will happen to me from now on?
Are you going to have an affair?
It was a long way from human doctrine. Even though I killed a few people, that didn't mean I forgot Dory.
Claudie wanted to see it. Of course, this would not have happened even if her attitude towards me had been clear, but it was also my responsibility to make fun of her. It's just my problem, this.
My father told me there are only three things a man should be careful of.
So when he asked what to watch out for, he said, "I don't know about the other two, but I just need to watch out for the woman." If I was going to say it like that, I wish I had said one thing, not three things from the beginning, but my father was a strange man who didn't care about those things.
If you look at me now, what would my father say?
My father, who couldn't handle it, was a bizarre logic, and he would guide me on the right path every time I went differently. My father was the Buddha's motive.
"Sit down."
Winia, standing far away, pointed to me and said,
Then I grabbed the doorknob in the shower.
"I'm going to wash up... and come out."
- Yikes.
"Can't a nigger run away?"
The shower door is closed.
"Cheongcheon Wall Power!"
Wash it... and get out!
It seems like a sinful situation, but my southern muscles were swollen with bread without further ado. Winia's upper chest, which she touched earlier, was crucial. I cannot be the subject of sexual excitement. It seemed like the whole body's blood was rushing to the lower half.
From today on, I'm not the real bitter macho and man, but the windy, bloody human garbage dog, Kim Cat. Even if Claudie doesn't care about me, I do!
I am a pagan who receives a part-time ministry!
- Ahhh.
I heard water.
Winia is washing up beyond that door.
It was a sight that transcended reality. I had a fever. I took off my clothes because I thought I was sweating. I took it off, and the training I did this morning revealed the muscles that I had. It must have been Claudie after today's training.
By the way, Winia!
Cognitive time has passed. Winia finally came out of the open door.
A pink hair that sat down wet, and a white bath towel that wrapped around her body. It seemed like a maternity outfit because of the size of her breasts... Winia, who covered herself with only one towel, approached me.
Every step of the way, the drops of water fell smartly and soaked the floor.
"... the nigger didn't run away?"
Then I sat next to him. I couldn't say what the lesion was because I already had an extreme erection.
"Wonderful, nigga. It's beautiful to listen to you."
"..."
"Nigga."
Winia leans back and holds my hand and clips it.
He clasped his hands like that and said low.
"I like niggers a lot. The nigger?"
"... I don't hate it."
"I see. But can't you tell me it's good now?"
This is an insane temptation.
Until just now, no. To this day, he abuses me like that and uses his own body as a weapon to whisper his love to me. It felt like a nightmare with a dream of something.
It feels pleasant, but at the same time it's a kind of breathtaking and uncomfortable.
Nightmare.
"... I like it. If you didn't like it in the first place, you wouldn't have looked at it since then."
"Thank you."
His lips touched.
I didn't stop Winia from kissing. I just took it. Unlike Claudie, I curl Winia's tongue with my own. I felt her breath.
"Hahh..."
Slowly, and for a long time.
I let Winia do what she wanted. I've been getting closer and closer to my body. When the hot flesh touched me, I could not refrain either.
Time passed. Winia took her lips off to see if she was satisfied.
Threads of saliva have increased.
She looked up at me with her eyes completely melted.
"Nigga."
- Glug. Winia unwraps the towel over herself. Then her intact breasts were revealed. Larger breasts than you can imagine, and pink nipples as beautiful as your hair. And that downward looking, pink conspiracy.
"Chest. Can you touch it?"
It was the first complete narcissism I've seen since then.
Her hostile body suggested that her female hormones were overflowing. I literally felt like my swollen breast was only there to excite me.
I have seen the breasts of so many women in so many media while living in contemporary society, but I have never seen breasts that are as big and beautiful as the breasts of Winia.
She was literally the queen of milk.
"... whatever you want."
At Winia's request, I grabbed the big breast, holding her in my arms behind me.
"Argh...!"
Even with his palms open, he didn't seem to be able to grasp half of it.
Winia's breasts were occasionally as tender as the gentle attitude she seemed to me. At the same time, it was as heavy as the obsession she seemed to me.
Perhaps the weight of one chest is heavier than my Bastard Sword. The fat build-up to the limit overwhelmed the weight of iron.
"Ha... nigga... talk to me..."
"What did you do?"
Even though I had already been abusive once, the mood was completely different from then. So I felt new. It feels completely different from Claudie. I slept for a while and picked up both nipples.
"I like it, Argh...! Tell me."
Is it a lack of affection?
I kept trying to check my mind. It's like I can't stand the anxiety if I don't. I whispered in Winia's ear, just as I did to Claudie.
"I love it. I don't care about your bullying."
"Argh..!"
Whispering at the same time, he lowered his hand and stroked the conspiracy.
Winia's body bent like a bow.
"The fur underneath is pink."
"Don't say that... Ahh...!"
Claudie had no conspiracy, but when she saw Winia's hair, it was fresh again. I've been plotting for a while to burn the child.
It was cute because it was like a Maltese ear dyed in pink.
"Haa... Haa... I like it. I like it, nigga. Even niggers like me, don't they?"
"Yes, I like it. So rest assured."
"I can't take it anymore... Now, now..."
Winia's penis has already accumulated. Although there was not enough water in Claudie Bihalba, there was already enough water to wet the bed as violent as sexual excitement.
I caressed it gently.
"Argh, argh! Khhhhhh...! Hahhhh..."
I rub my breast with one hand and my penis with the other. Winia's body fluctuated according to my teasing. At this time, her body trembled and became strongly empowered, as though she had culminated in a great intercourse.
"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...!"
I held her in a stretched arms and moved her to the center of the bed. Winia and I were right. There was no villain there who was abusing me. There was just something that looked like a girl in love.
"Ha, ha... niggers are so good... they stick with her every day."
"Well, we live together."
"... annoying."
I started to feel guilty when I remembered Claudie's face.
Damn it, why.
Why do you keep wanting to stick me with another woman?
"Smells like nigger sweat."
"Shall I wash it?"
"No, it's okay."
Then I couldn't even wash. Winia caught my eye. You don't need words. I skilfully confronted Winia's penis with mine. The mixture of cooper and lament was extremely slippery.
"Nigga, now..."
"Put it in?"
"... yes."
Winia nods. Unlike then, flesh and blood. I took care of her little sphere and put it in very slowly.
"Argh...! Ha..! Kahh..!"
"... hurt? Shall I quit?"
"Hah... don't be so grumpy... Hah!"
Just like I kissed you earlier, slowly. And carefully. I put it all the way to the root end. The inside of Winia, which felt intact, was extremely hot and soft. If Claudie pulls out my soul with elastic tightness, Winia feels like melting with tenderness.
"Ha... ha... nigga. It's all here...?"
Winia, frowning in her face, laughed forcefully and told me. When I saw him try, I felt guilty again.
I did that to this little girl...!
Breast abuse is an unbelievable piece of crap.
I regretted my past.
"... doesn't it hurt?"
"Phew... Phew...! Are you worried about me, nigger? Phew... What a bruise."
So even though sexual excitement was at its peak, I couldn't move my back. It almost hurts like it did then. There were many who accepted me as a small body of Winia.
"... move it. Nigga, I'm fine."
"..."
I move my back. I slowly, very slowly pull out the penis I put in to the end. Winia can't stand that moment and twists her body.
"Haaah... Haaah..."
I stretched out my arms and embraced my body, as if Winia could not stand my hot breath. Slowly again, I pushed the penis in. It was very hot and soft, and I felt the tip of my ear touch my uterus.
"Argh...! Ha.. nigga, nigga..!"
"... tsk."
Shake your back again. I sped up a little. No matter how hard it was, I couldn't resect it anymore. I put Winia under me, shaking my back. Her voice exploded. It was a moaning in agony, but soon it turned into a fervent communion.
"Hahaha...! Hah..! Hah, hahaha..!"
I heard the rattling of my teeth and teeth. He squeezed his chest and dug a hole, crushing a completely mild winia. I felt the semen fill up.
"Nigga. Inside, inside... inside...!"
Eventually I sprayed semen on the inside of Winia. Superposed excitations caused semen to gush out for seconds. It was enough to wipe the womb of Winia completely with my color.
I literally threw my body over her.
Winia, who took a hot breath, stroked my back.
"Hah... you did it with me, nigger?"
Winia said happily.
But it is.
"Winia."
"Huh?"
"I'm not satisfied at all."