Goddess, Help Me!

The dress was lent wide left and right. Ruggedly hide the fruit with both hands.

Poking through my gap, Medismurt plugged his hand into the gap in the dress from around the pigeon tail.

The length covers the scab so that it follows the rounded spine.

"Do it... no, ahhh!

I turned my voice upside down.

A large hand broken in strokes the sullen and skin.

I can't stop freaking out.

The exposed shoulder mouth is sweetly bitten and carefully licked.

The dress, which covered the limbs until earlier, had already lost about half its function. Falling on the floor would also be a matter of time.

No matter how much you hate it, Medismurt doesn't seem willing to stop the act.

I accept that as a matter of course for some reason.

There is a part of me that is confused by the act that began abruptly, but I am not willing to reject it completely. The body trembles not out of fear like it did when Ozros, but... expecting to be ahead.

- What!?

No, you can't! I can't believe this happened without the consent of the other person!

At least I'm gonna be resisting now.

I feel safe in Medismult's arms for some reason. It makes me want to entrust everything. That's true. I do have me feeling comfortable with his temperature, though I don't want to admit it again in this situation.

But that's a different story if you say you can give your body away!?

"Wait... ah... talk... eh"

There must have been a lot of hints in his zero whisper.

Untie it one by one, and I'm sure most of the questions in me will be resolved.

So wait. Get your hands off me.

What I want right now is time to think calmly, not medismult warmth.

"Do it"

Both legs off the floor.

Medismult pushed me down to bed. I try to lay low and round my body, but in the meantime the restraints continue, and I can't get out of a single commandment on my arm.

I'm not willing to resist wholeheartedly - the emotions I intend to hide in the depths of my chest appear to have been spotted and caught in flames. Even though it was hot. I felt more blood on my face and head. It even brings tears to my eyes.

The dress was off to both shoulders.

His skin, which touches him directly, is stiff and hot.

Equally feverish large hands follow the tense and tense skin. I stroked my clavicle tightly. That drove the cloth from my upper arm to near my elbow.

A broken elbow to hide the chest, with a broken sleeve.

- My goddess.

He took his jaw off and looked back over his shoulder.

The beauty I looked up at in tears blushes.

"Am I ashamed? - What a beginnings."

My squeaky lips come down like I'm impressed.

A gentle kiss that I could forgive brought back embarrassment.

If you approached me in a slightly more forceful position, I might have been flushed with momentum. Yet when I am touched like this again to ask how I am in the mood... I am really aware of my feelings.

'Be prepared' is such a strong attack on you - sloppy.

What I want to do becomes more and more obscure.

Makes me want to entrust everything to him.

"Hmm... ugh..."

My tongue glides.

Backed up and my back sank into the sheet.

A wet sound leaks from the rubbed tongue. It was moving to tickle. That accidentally changed the angle. It is slightly painful to be tangled up in a deeply plugged tongue.

Body softly sandwiched in bed with semi-naked youth.

A big hand is holding the jaw line and I can't even get my face off it.

Unsensible exquisite force application and subtraction of indiscriminateness. Just an attitude that clearly tells me you're not willing to let me get away with it.

"... oh, but... mmm..."

Recruit between disturbed breaths.

Even though I don't like being flushed and accepted without knowing anything.

Though I want to listen, think hard with my own head, draw proper conclusions, and then think about my relationship with youth with a calm mind.

Desperately gather the slightest remaining rejection before it melts and disappears.

"Talk... let...!

My hand plugged in again from the gap in the dress I was about to take off. Then he reaches out one hand to clasp his hand that traces over his skin. Then they grabbed it the other way around.

One hand can be stopped from sewing on the sheet by the side of the body.

"... if it's a chat, whenever you're doing this"

"Huh."

Pi, making noises would be an act of aim. The tip of the tongue crawls over the swell as it sews between the remaining hands.

He was licked between his tightly closed fingers without force. My chest flutters along with my trembling fingers. It may also be a matter of time before they break through the protection.

I can put a cuddly force into my connected hand. Then he was gripped back in the same way, deprived of every breath lips that repeated shallow to the face raised Medismult.

- The heart is honestly carving a fast beat saying 'I'm glad I'm being sought after'.

Give me this far and I'll have to admit it already.

Since when? I'm not sure how many times I've seen you. Soon he regarded Medismurt as "the one who is at my side".

'Like' is not pure emotion. I feel more drooling and tangled up in my root part...... I have feelings similar to my obsessive appetite for him.

Gashan, the unfamiliar metal noise sounded.

Consciousness deviates for a moment from the ornament of a young man who was thrown unconstructively by a rug. I was stripped of my hand covering my chest by him with that gap.

My vision flips.

"Oh... meh...!

Rough exhalation that tickles the nod. I was sweetly bitten and off my back. The dress is pulled out of my arm.

Once he woke up, Medismult quickly removed him to the area covering his lower limbs. I didn't have time to resist. It was early work.

They take one leg away.

I lifted him. I crawled my tongue there. I had a gaze at him.

"- What's wrong? Aren't we gonna have a chat?

The sawdust and throat ring.

"Ah... of,..."

I'm exposed to spectacular colors and I can't get the words together in my head.

I can't help but notice the beauty of carefully licking from toe to calf.

A young man laying down his gaze for a moment raised his mouth angle with his lips attached to his knee.

"It's also a limit to continue to endure... no matter how much it is spent, I'm not willing to stop it anymore. Besides, you're willing to accept me even if you refuse with your mouth... it's wet, here"

"Huh!"

Attempts to close both legs won't come true in a position where one leg has been deposited. On top of that, I have him between my legs.

Long fingers stroked a thin underwear hiding a secret place.

I was pretending not to notice. I get poked at my slut and embarrassed. At the same time, the gin and lower abdomen hurt.

I miss the blurry tone of Medismurt for some reason, even though I'm not supposed to be used to hearing it.

The strange sweetness and sourness came in and my chest tightened cuckoo.

I have too many dreams behind my brain.

The appearance of a young man who looks a lot like him but has a different atmosphere than him. That's...

He pushed me back with a hard feeling on his thigh. Beauty looms in front of you.

I can't believe I'm thinking at a time like this myself.

The legs have been opened but not changed into a laid together situation. I tried rambling it like now, but I knew I was losing strength from my limbs and couldn't resist it.

Grabbing his shoulder and pushing hard won't change his weight as it stretches.

"Mae, stop...!

"Don't worry. I'll remind the body."

Kun, and it was a beautiful bass that sounded in the back of his hip.

It's probably not my fault the underwear stain spread.

Rough breath in your ear. A lukewarm tongue enters. Shame is stirred up to the sound of water.

Repeat shallow breathing to miss pleasure. Be alert, you're going to have a sweet voice.

A finger stroking his clavicle wrapped a swell following the valley of his ascending and descending chest.

"You just have a reaction, and this is different."

Hot red balls looming. A pecking kiss came down past my forehead, eyelids and cheeks as well.

Lightly touching the lips, the slightly distanced beauty drips the hue and smiles.

I wonder what Medismult wants to do with me.

I thought I'd put it together forcefully, and thus also show a bare gesture of spoiling it to the drool. I don't understand his true intentions.

... I don't know, even against myself.

Saying with his mouth that he didn't like it, the touched body rejoices. Even Medismurt wouldn't be willing to stop his hand if he was hit with words of restraint and an attitude of joy at the same time.

With his bright red face, he looks up at the youth to ask with a frown root.

The red balls were narrowed down by accident.

"I couldn't lust you to sleep"

"Ah, eh."

"- The voice. I want to hear more."

Did you feel better about the clear reaction, Medismult deepens your caress.

The movement of the fingers touching the sensitive top is delicate, even though it rubs up so boldly that it changes shape. My voice leaked at will from the back of my throat, stimulated by the small carving.

It's colored and pointy. That's where I can pinch it. A large bouncing body was pressed into hot skin as it swayed the whole thing with its fingers pinched.

I get a sweet bite on my neck exposed for violating it. The tip of his tongue, which passed up his jaw, broke into the gap between his lips.

I don't know how many times I've kissed each other tangling their tongues. I'm going to breathe. Yet trying to escape, he blocks me from coming after him again, depriving me of room to breathe.

"Mm-hmm... heh... hmm..."

Whose is the sound coming out of your nose between exploring your mouth? Yourself is stirred up by a sweet voice that forcefully begs ahead, as if to be mesmerized by Medismult.

When I rubbed my thighs and thighs together, I touched his desires with a detachment. I'm in a hurry for a stiff burst that can be clearly conveyed even over the cloth.

Even if you are touching your complexion, you will not be able to reopen it and become embarrassed.

I was intoxicated by the sweetness given to me by him with no reason to fly.

Big hands crawling around your body.

A young man who ate his lips licks his saliva and goes down. Pearl Gray's hair swam to her chest.

"... ahhh..."

Aim for the tip of the swelling while the tongue and lips wander. What I was given in no time was the feeling of being sucked by licking a sensitive receptacle.

Words of refusal were backwards, trembling as the whole body rejoiced.