Half-elves Fall in Love

On a chilly late autumn dusk mountain, Luna and Mr. Deane, and I, we're all just rounded out in the lower half.

Very defensive.

Regardless of Mr. Deane, whose shame has always been thin, Luna has been a little embarrassed since she just took it off.

... Well, maybe it's because I take it off but I can't actively intertwine the good stuff.

"Mr. Deane."

I turn my dick all the way to Mr. Deane.

Mr. Deane nods and kneels. And only the top was cold proof, and the bottom was dumb. I approached my groin with no hesitation and a straight face.

"I'm gonna jerk off... it looks like you were high on the hunting excitement too"

"No, I'm not really... Luna hit me"

I don't have a strong offensive urge like Mr. Deane or Luna.

Sure, the hunting tension, the exchange of life, the color, smell and feel of blood stroke the back of my mind, but I can't positively control those emotions.

Disgusting is disgusting, and that doesn't make me tense.

Sometimes I wonder if that's the difference with the infantry system.

But that's the power that makes Luna "care" when she's having an outburst.

"I can't wait to fuck" desire is burning from my instincts, coming from all parts of my eyes, exhaling, doing, etc.

Since many female slaves have a passive "anytime please" personality child, Luna's boiling of such hot libido is fresh and intense.

"Hehe. Either way. Plenty, enjoy my mouth...... hmm"

When Mr. Deane loved his penis with a merciful eye, he did not hesitate to include his penis in his mouth as he moved loosely.

From the outside air trying to announce winter, to Mr. Deane's mouth.

The warm, soft lips and tongue feel labor my penis.

I see a brown ass across my hair. Who can imagine that Mr. Deane snubbing into a man's penis with such an embarrassing outdoor look?

I tremble at that sense of dominance, and I can't wait to love Deane, who uses her passionate but unproductive tongue to mercy her penis.

Now, I can't resist the interest in how far you accept yourself.

"Mr. Deane......!

I grab Mr. Deane's head with both hands. I grab that head while trying to pinch my ear with my pinky and medicinal fingers, and I shake it in front of my hips seizurely.

"Ugh......!?

It is painfully decided.

In my mouth is not a vagina. Just because you can move your tongue or something consciously, it's painful to get a tortoise head punched in your throat.

But when Mr. Deane checks my gaze, he lightly closes his eyes and shows the will to leave it to me.

Selfishly, I took the liberty of using Mr. Deane's mouth to show me how to masturbate, showing me the willingness to let my mouth be fully used, ravaged as I please.

"Mmm..."

He wraps one arm around my hips and lowers the other hand down his own groin.

And you look at me with one eye, and you close your eyes again.

Seemed like he was only willing to match my desires.

... if that's what you're up to.

And I don't hesitate to start poking Mr. Deane in the back of his throat.

"Ngu, Ngu...!!

Mr. Deane seems to suffer from time to time, but still blinds his provocative light and slutty indulgence in those eyes that glare up at me.

I immerse myself in my pleasure so that I can be put in that light, or even try it with courage.

In Mr. Deane's mouth, there is a hunting aftertaste or a moist, hot, viscous spit that builds up as if it were a love liquid.

Thin lips and powerful tongues seem to chase you in and out, never refusing.

Occasionally my hips move and colour the edges of my vision.

I use Mr. Deane's mouth to masturbate abusively. Make that a story. Mr. Deane is masturbating again.

It's not mouth service. Essentially wrong sexual act of offending your mouth, being offended, feeling.

But even that seems to be Mr. Deane.

Clumsy, but the metric is wide, so lose it, and still be content.

He seems to love me that way, Mr. Deane, and this is also the etsy with his mouth.

"Ugh, uhh... Huh!!

I shake Mr. Deane's head, I shake my own hips, and I ejaculate.

Directly to that throat, slap the juice...... Speaking of which.

"Mmm, Ngu!?

As I recall one fact, Mr. Deane also opens his eyes.

Speaking of which, I was left with the magic of sperm hell.

It is difficult to drink down the sticky semen injected with the same momentum as pissing, no matter how wide Mr. Deane weighs.

Exactly. I whimper, and if it's from my mouth, I'll blow it out.

"... waffle, waffle... andy, sperm hell..."

"I forgot to tell you. Mr. Hilda called me in the morning..."

"... is it still my sister? I hope so..."

Mr. Deane with a complicated face.

Luna looked convinced.

"That's why it smelled like a male, it was strong"

"... well, yeah"

Mr. Deane limps and licks with his fingers to regret massive spills of sperm on his chest.

Face close to chest from side to side and lick Luna.

"Oh, here... that's mine"

"It spills"

"Oh, you just have to let yourself out in order"

"... but I can't wait to smell..."

"Ugh, no, don't, my tongue feels weird as a zallah"

Luna keeps licking the juice spilled on her chest and legs without even asking Mr. Deane to stop her.

"Ho. Then my understudy."

Lyla, who appears neglected there and takes it all off without even reading the air, breaks her knee.

"Look, Lord Owner. I also enjoy my tongue skills, but it's good. You're more confident than Deane, aren't you?

"... well, I guess so."

Unlike Mr. Deane, Lila has experience, and most importantly, she's quite clever.

And then.

"Okay, I'm ready..."

Lila's tongue, which has been more closely and more tangled up than Mr. Deane's, is strangely long for being the racial trait of the dragon human body.

And the movement is freakishly liberal, flirting with my penis instantly.

"Ugh, whoa!?

"Ho. That's good. It's hard to wrap it around other people's tongues, right?

"... well, yeah... again, awesome"

"That's a delicacy, it does leave a good taste of affection, as the cat says... ho, did you also taste this white little girl's butthole? Whatever Maia is, she can't help her little girl."

"... don't be sure of that one way or another... Huh!

Licked up, tangled up and flirted with by Lyla.

The slightly weak finish is immediately blown away and the willingness for the next sex fills the penis.

"Oh, Luna, get your ass up"

"Nha......?

Chippon, and pulls out of Lila's mouth, calling Luna, who is obsessed with Mr. Deane's body's zamen lick.

Luna looks kind of drunk on Zamen and hasn't grasped the meaning of what she's saying.

It looked like Mr. Deane was having trouble licking me all over, pulling that Luna just to my liking, holding her down like she was disfigured and hugging her, making her butt stick up.

"All right. Ten Smythsons, execute your orders. Basil, you're raping a private."

"Nha...?

"Copy that!"

To Mr. Deane's joke I returned it with salute, putting aside Lila, who nodded her tongue and left the Ferra's aftertaste behind, and shoved her wet cunt into Luna's exasperated vagina.

"Huh......!?

Bikun, and his tail shakes. They swing me to slap my belly, not painful but a little ticklish.

"Look, Luna... this is the one you're waiting for...!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha...!?

Although it was wet, the sudden insertion made it different, or the darkness made it difficult to move with force.

But I don't hesitate to eagle that ass and shake my hips with cancer.

It was a forceful move that felt like pushing in twice, pulling twice, but it seems that Luna began to understand the situation gradually, starting to swing her hips herself, eventually allowing her to exercise back and forth in good shape.

"This, horny cat... Look, the milk to you is this way...!!

"Nah, nah..."

The penis, which had been pre-elevated by Lyla, reached its limits without delay and ejaculated massively into Luna's vagina.

Push and spread that vagina and reflux immediately. Dirt Luna's own lower body with Vietnamese cloudiness.

Dusk is imminent.

Luna was satisfied with her cloudy face and lower body.

But.

"Ho, it's not over yet"

"... if we get this far on fire, I need you to hold it tight, too, huh?

Mr. Deane and Lyla were still motivated.

... Meet me, I wonder if I'll make it.

(cont 'd)