Hero Manufacturing Machine ~A Job to Make Children~

"Deeper... I want to know Annesa...!

I whispered sweetly around my ears and reached out to my left chest.

"I want to feel Aneza's heartbeat...!

Nor will she refuse it.

"Nh...."

Don't move, just touch it.

My palm and Aneza's breasts convey each other's warmth.

"This is Aneza's warmth... Aneza's softness..."

I murmur to make sure.

The heartbeat is ringing like an early bell.

"You must be nervous about Aneza."

"Oh, that's an unavoidable word. What do you think of me?

Giggle, Anezalya returns with a deafening voice, as usual.

You look like an actress.

"That's right...."

I don't think aggressively and think lightly.

"I think she's more attractive than ever."

"Now... that's not the answer."

That's how I blame her, but her expression doesn't seem to be satisfactory.

"Ah...!

Anezalya exhales slightly.

Because I ate my fingers into the rich, soft hills.

"Does sexual contact mean this is Aneza's first time?

He peers into his eyes to make sure.

"You're right. You shouldn't have done this to a nun, Charles."

Anezalya smiles at her mouth like a provocation.

The expression is as puzzling as ever.

Unexpectedly, it feels tight.

But it's not funny for me to let you go.

Take a total of measures.

"Hyun!

Anesa-Lya screams unusual and cute at her.

That's because I slipped my hand into the bra.

"I shouldn't have. I want you to feel the feeling of Aneza's boobs right away."

In its current progressive form, it has a warm and pleasant touch. It looks like a faithful nun (sister) while rubbing the charming sphere that freely changes shape in my palm.

"Ah... nh...! Do you always dictate women like this in your role...?

"I'll leave that to your imagination. It's not bad for Annesa to be jealous."

Now it was my turn to smile. [M]

Turn your left hand around your constricted hips and hug.

"Ah...!

Chu.

Quickly take away Anezalya's upset lips.

I used the tip of my tongue and broke open my worried lips.

"Nhh...!?

She opened her eyes in surprise.

Never mind, I'm going further inside.

"Nh... nchu... ahn...!

Anezalya twists herself to the sensation of a warm, lukewarm mucous membrane.

Moomi Moomi.

In the meantime, my right hand keeps enjoying a happy feeling.

Now, how do we get along with this charming nun (Sister)?

I was just thinking about happiness in the future.