Half-elves Fall in Love

"A hut for etsy outside the city..."

Ms Deane looked delicate when she heard Lyla and Mr Hilda's suggestion.

"It's certainly better than approaching the mayor if you drop in a place within Catalina...... it would be the same eyes that will be enlightened and hard to see if you seem to take turns taking the women to a place like that"

"I wish that wasn't the only reason."

"What...?

To Lila's word, Mr. Deane moves his ears pickly.

Lyla laughs niggly.

"When it comes to the original, there are not many reasons to be based in this place called Catalina other than the convenience of exchanging information with scouts. If we move our stronghold closer to the front line than that Ace Knight team and they're taking over, it shouldn't be so wrong to derail it."

"... sure. If you use dragon wings to replenish, it's no problem… if you ask me, is it a mistake to have a new base on your own?"

"Ho ho ho"

For Lyla, it shouldn't matter what the pre-military story is, but Mr. Deane is rounded up by the fact that he dares to be theoretically armed.

"Aside from actually relocating the squad's base, prototyping the facility for it is no good.... facility security in production, life experiments... make up those names, and we'll make a name for ourselves no matter how often we take the women."

"... that's a good idea. Right, will it create our new base? Wouldn't it be more convenient to take that form until the fall invasion? Why didn't I think of that..."

Whimpering bumps, Mr. Deane raised his face.

"Wait a minute. I'll pack it with the Great Knight of Lister and the Mayor of the Town."

He liked the idea of the new base, more than the big name of the eclectic cabin.

Mr. Deane leaves the room with his eyes shining.

"... I don't know, it feels like you're about to go from assignment."

"Ho?"

"Mr. Deane, you're going to build a new fort, for us."

"Ho ho. I'd be better off if I just walked out of the way."

Given the nature of this assignment, as well as the independence and footwork of the team, there is really no reason to stick to the "city" where you have to worry about your surroundings when acting.

With that in mind, the idea of "setting up a new base" will go a long way to the next stage.

I don't think it's ever a bad thing... but impure motives are not good, I think.

Mr. Deane went straight into the discussion, and we waited until we had an order.

And Angelos goes to Boyd to put on an archery, and Naia and Almeida, Naris, leave to see it.

"Well, I'm free, and I'm strained to please you, Andy. Hey."

That's what Mr. Hilda proclaims and takes my pants off.

It's Tess who's crouching before that. Aurora and Sharon are also sitting in bed beside each other on tour.

"Yes, Andy, your penis. For now, while Catalina life goes on, yes. I can't easily have sex, so Andy, when you get an erection, let's all try to shake you up. "

"You really don't smell much of your penis..."

"Yes, Tetes. Time is gold. Andy, you shouldn't be shy, either. You know, it's a long time to get in the mood and get laid, and people will find you, so it's a ferrathio enhancement period, right? The girl shaves without sticking around if Andy puts her penis out on you. Andy, don't hesitate to make me shave. [M] It's a speed battle. OK?"

"Hey, you don't taste that either..."

"You should think the other way around. Unlike your vagina, your mouth is always yodal and wet, so you don't have to prepare it. Girl's mouth is always Andy. Your easy simmer bag. You should penetrate with that intent for a while."

"Not really that kind of livestock system..."

I can feel a little drawn, I tried to say, and the three people I was hearing on the spot are kind of lukewarm.

"Haha... that kind of sounds like a female slave too"

The heart of service will be tested.

"It's good to be able to love your whole body moisturized and make a child... but it's not bad to be told just for shavings because it's bubbly..."

It's very norry.

... I thought that was just the realm of sexuality or assumption around there, but... I knew there was a verse where we all wanted plays that made us feel like we were serving and enslaved to some extent, not just because the name Female Slave stood first.

"Well, I've changed it... I'm not really sure, but with my mouth... please feel better enough... ahhh"

Shake on the tortoise head as Tess watches me go up in the air.

but Mr. Hilda, you can't do that there.

"Look, Tetes, no. First, Andy, I need to lick your penis with my tongue around every corner. Boldly tongue out, yes, as you glance at Kali's neck. Suck on it.... Well, you're doing great... It's not about skipping the steps, is it?

"Yes... I can, I can, I can, I can't..."

Tetes is being tapped into the technique of attacking his penis more excitingly thanks to Mr. Hilda's guidance.

"Kisanagi, can I...? Ham, hmm... bi, pi... mmm."

The more cleverly those lips and tongues attack, the more they are reminded of the power of mouth, not vagina or buttocks.

Although the pleasure of being wrapped up in a vagina is good, as is the pleasure of being squeezed into an ass hole.

Lips and tongues that precisely bring out pleasure are also good.

"Ha, ha, ha... Ha, ha, ha..."

That organ, which usually speaks words, tastes food, or communicates love with a kiss, is now entangled in the penis as a semen seeking genitals.

The daughter of a raucous young exotic nobleman who first gave her butthole and then defiled her womb on me is now working hard to get her mouth defiled with my seed juice.

That fact sounds with pleasure, and I groan small... unconsciously grab that head with both hands.

Mr. Hilda whispered to me in anticipation of that.

"In your mouth, you want me to have a penis...?

"Ugh..."

"It's okay, Andy. Don't be nice... just make it feel good. Fella's sex to make boys feel better, isn't she?

"... ku, uh..."

"Tess is a slave to Andy's... penis in and out... right?

"Huh... Ngu, Ngu!?

Something played sweetly in his tail when Tess obediently hammered Mr. Hilda's whisper... I was sticking my tongue like a rail in Tess's open mouth.

"Nfu, Ngu, Ku, Ngu...!

Tess seems to suffer.

Just as suddenly you barge in too much...... and calm down a bit, Mr. Hilda stirs me up again with a luscious voice.

"Look, Tetes, give him your 'hole', 'use'...? I want this rambunctious penis to ejaculate, and Tess is hugging you in your groin...? Look, I need to give you a quick drink of juice. It's pathetic, huh? Such a pretty girl is dedicating a 'hole' from herself, right?

"Ku......"

It's like a lullaby, or a curse.

I keep whispering to you to soil Tetes in my ear, Mr. Hilda.

Tess knows it or not, and she dares to drink her penis down her throat even as she is about to spit it out.

I'm flushed by pleasure and Mr. Hilda's whispers.

I resolutely force myself into a hand that was lost in exerting or pulling out, exhaling small and short, never waving my back into Tess's "hole," stroking through its mucous membrane.

"Mm-hmm... ♪"

The groaning that Tess gave out, maybe it was a scream.

Even so, I am driven by a deliberate enthusiasm as if cluttered through a water bucket, obsessed with the pleasure of the girl's third 'hole'.

And Mr. Hilda...

"Yeah, it feels good, doesn't it? Is that how the female slave 'uses' it? It's your husband's job to 'use' you, isn't it?

They pour glossy, dim sluts into my hearing everywhere.

How long have I been wondering about that? I 'use' Tess's mouth, devour the mucosal pleasure of my thoughts... and ejaculate in Tess's mouth.

"Fungu, Ngu, Ngu..."

Tess takes it without the skill to do it. Turn your hands firmly around your hips.

And while my brain is burned by the aftertaste of ejaculation, I return to my huffy sanity... rushing back to my sloppily bent knee and pulling my penis out of Tess.

"Hi, Mr. Hilda, what are you stirring up!

"Uh, okay, you're in the mood, right? If you enjoyed everyone's mouth in that mood, you'd be sure to enrich it with a short time without a fella, right?

That's a porn demon. They're trying to open my uncertain door precisely.

I gave up protesting for now, and when I asked to see how Tess was... Tess looked more suspicious than she seemed to suffer.

"... Ngu, uh-huh, something..."

"Subtle"

"Huh."

"I knew it smelled, I might want it..."

"You too."

Not only is it surprisingly tough, but Tetes also seems to have a better semen smelling pie.

"Wasn't it bitter than that?"

"Hmm...... hey"

"Bad. Mr. Hilda put me on and I'm in good shape"

Tess laughs bitterly, even as she tries to apologize for the peace.

"Things are going well, please still get on. Isn't that your husband?"

"... no, you know"

"More, it's okay to 'use' it to serve the samen... because I'm a female slave"

Tess pushes me gently to buttocks, coughs a small, refined aftertaste, and then mouths again on the penis that still seeps through the juice.

Suck.

"Ooh, ooh."

Honey, the juice that was still in the back of this sucks. This is also an unlikely feeling in your vagina or butthole.

"My mouth, my butt, and your manko are all normal to 'use' in your husband's penis...... Ngu, Ngu..."

"... hi, don't imitate Mr. Hilda"

"Oh, did you find out?

Tetes giving out her thin, white tongue with semen. Even the voice deliberately imitated Mr. Hilda's way of inciting him.

Aurora and Sharon laughing couscous when they saw it on the side.

"I'm sure Mr. Andy would all be more than happy to be your husband."

"But Tess, you can't really guide Mr. Smythson. Bad habit."

"Eh heh. It's okay. I won't...... but why don't we go for another bottle? Master" "

Tess smiles provocatively as she kisses her pussy on the penis.

"... like I should normally get laid if I want to do two or three"

"That's okay, though?

Pretending, and Tess shaking her butt small.

"No eyes. I'll only allow Ferratio."

For some reason, Mr. Hilda divides up. I mean, do you allow it?

"Well, I'm allowed to..."

"Noh..."

Tess hugs me on my hips again and restarts Ferratio.

Aurora and Sharon were playing cointos. He seems to be deciding which one will serve me next.

It feels good but...... I may not be a bit good at porn I can't attack.

(cont 'd)