Goddess, Help Me!

- Breathing bounces.

I immersed myself in the ultimate aftertaste in a threadless, naked appearance.

The medismult that laid me together on a wide sleeping table twitches the tip of my tongue that was making me crawl up and down my chest. Licking off the sweat floating on his skin, he looked up at the beauty away from him in his moist vision.

The red balls overlooking this one glossily narrow.

"... you've warmed your skin"

Medismurt raised his mouth angle by pulling his fingertips out of the mud that led him to the top.

In a slutty, airy room, the magic unwittingly rocks.

"We're ready for this."

Lick your wet fingers, because you were blurring up at the trick? I didn't know what they said for a moment. My understanding of the bass that I almost overheard comes late. But I don't know what words mean.

"... hmm...?

lightly held up. He is flipped over a slightly shaken sleeping table and sits with his back in his medismult. Torso was supported by an arm that was turned from behind.

Looking back over the shoulder to the youth.

I got a forgiving, spoilt mouth. I also respond to the tip of my tongue slipping in as it should.

"Please remain at ease"

"What...?

Long fingers slip on cheeks. Turning his face back to the front as he was prompted to turn forward - the sweet atmosphere blew away at once, shortly after he realized what "it" was that popped into his eyes.

Open your mouth but no words.

"I've put a few hands on it. Are you convinced here?"

I have Medismult's arm in front of me. There's something strange tangled up there.

One hand was taken and led.

I touched him with indifference. That was a salacious feeling. Good elasticity. Just as warm as Medismurt's skin. Thinner and lighter color flavor than I saw the other day. But... no matter where the shape came from, it was tentacles.

Bye! Aah!

"Hey, uh, no, no!

Return to me and pull back. Then my tentacles grew to chase me.

Medismult laughs as she squeezes her strength and starts to ramble me down in peace.

"It's a misunderstanding, my lord.... The curse rope only referenced the foundation structure. This was created with magic in my flesh, wasn't it? There will be no sign of her or any dust."

"Hih..."

"No matter how many demonic modifications I made, I still didn't mean for this soft skin to crawl through other people's shadow residues, either. I'm the only one who can touch your skin... and I'll sit down as I say."

No, no, that's not the problem!

I don't like these kinds of plays!

"I can't. I can't! No, I'm sorry, Mae. Give me a break and you can do this somewhere!

"I'll get used to it right away"

I wonder if I'll get used to it!

I did say it earlier in the shade of a tree. I said I didn't like the tentacles that were cold, null, thick and poisonous in color. I said I don't like being gross. And now there is. That does clear all the points I have made. But that's why I can't honestly accept it.

Pink alien, tangled in the white arms of a young man. Gokuri's throat went up and down on the less lustrous appearance of a smooth crawl. Dirty. It's a moving lewd. I'm too scared because it's the beauty pervert in my hands with that.

"Huh..."

Skinfully avoiding the hand I tried to get rid of, one away from Medismurt's arm came into contact with Sulri and his skin. Several newly stretched tentacles from the side stroke their flanks to tickle. My body was stretched. He was restrained with both wrists together in a medismurt poking at that instant gap.

"The way you looked that day when you were caught in a curse burned in my eyes."

So I want to repaint with my own hands the memories of being shown gasping for service from others - licking the seeping tears he blows in a whisper.

That day is probably when I cut the curse a thousand times from Ozroth. But they didn't serve you, that was force majeure! I don't even remember gasping, I just remember feeling sick!

"My you…, … 'must not be rampaged'"

That's why I kept resisting because of my tiredness.

A secret beauty bass shattered my resistance in disgust.

Power falls out of his hands and feet as soon as a short command is poured out of his ear. It's my body, but it doesn't reflect my will. Medismult used the power of the Demon King. A clear demonic clan of upward and downward relationships can never resist those who stand at the top of the clan.

Regrettably. It is cowardly to order on such occasions.

So I opened my mouth to tuck him in, but... it was an unspoken exhale from my lips.

"Ahhhhhh..."

"Tentacles (this) are part of my body. I won't sit here in case I hurt you. Come on...... give yourself up and 'throw away your preconceptions'"

The number of tentacles increases. Numerous sensations stroke the relaxed skin. All of that was a soft touch. I don't even let anything wrap around my arms or thighs feel pressured.

Looking down is a different shape with about two fingers thick. Yet I remember how to touch my skin. I know. It looks just like the way Medismult touches me when it elevates me.

The tip tickles the crease of the navel. The exhalation fell out of my nose with the intention of breathing softly.

It was as if it were a strange feeling being stroked simultaneously from all directions in his hands - when such analogy was past his head, he felt his resistance to the tentacles diminish as quickly as possible.

"Mae, ah... I'm scared... Huh!

"I will please you. Anxiety about the unknown can be resolved by your experience."

Tentacles crawl on the body held from behind. It also slips sullenly from the soles of the feet to the inner legs, to the creases and sides of the torso.

It is Medismurt's own finger that tickles one ear. Licked at the tip of his tongue to match the other as well. Pickens and skin bounce. One crawls up from the valley of my chest at the throat I turned against. The tip rubbed her cheeks, diving from her trembling lips into her mouth.

"Ah, fu..."

I feel a hot gaze up close.

I wonder how the face that puts the alien into your mouth is reflected in the beautiful red balls.

I'm more concerned about his reaction than the feeling in his mouth, and it's time to turn his seeping vision toward Medismurt. I saw each other. Shortly after, another bottle was trapped from the edge of his mouth.

"Nku......!?

"Does it taste like my magic?"

Two bottles intertwine and enter and exit the oral cavity. Although the movement of the cheeky abnormality was different in thickness and stiffness, it was reminiscent of masturbation, and I blurred my lips reflexively. Hot and tongue-lined and licked in the mouth. I'm afraid of habits even though I can't afford to taste them....,... hmm?

was attacked with shame as soon as he returned to me. What are you doing? I'm...

Press the tip wet in the saliva back with your tongue as you shake your ears and neck. Then, … the tentacle movement that was stroking the skin changed.

"Gu, uhh... Phew...!

Those were gentle, ticklish moves. At the same time, they start attacking where they've been avoiding.

Two tentacles wrapped around my chest swelling. What was stroking my belly stretches out to the base of my leg. Individuals who were on calves and knees also moved to the center, spreading wide left and right the thighs that were desperately closed by the entangled ones.

It's too late to realize that you lit the Medismult's ignition line.

The swelling in his chest was squeezed around so much that he rubbed it up against the tip where the incision began to point.