A stone building on the corner of the Wang capital.
Three stories of three floors is only about half of the other floors. The other half became a garden, and the grass was as bush as a small forest.
A large international tree in the middle of the garden, its branches, was ridden by a large eel with a length of 20 cm.
The magpie-like five-year-old larvae of the magpie butterfly lifts her upper body slightly and tilts her head as if she was thinking of something.
After a short time, he diligently used his short Ibo leg and went down to convey the trunk.
As the eel descends to the ground, the dangoose crawls out of the ground. This one is just as big.
The two take off and head toward the building, through a small submersible into the room.
Even after entering the room, the two proceed further back.
Enter the small room and climb through the bed legs.
And break into the futon. A little dirt on the futon, but it doesn't seem to bother me.
The two just put their heads out a little bit.
And as I miss something, I stayed there for a while.
Holy capital, the deepest part of the temple of the god of commerce.
There, there was a game dedicated to God.
(Exactly)
Mr. Cool won the next game at risk as well.
I'm so in the mood, I'm so scared.
And soon, my turn will come around.
Relative on the stage was that mature woman, who was high on her feet in the imperial side support seat.
You're older than me.
Wave strong hung long dark hair.
The makeup is stuffed with dark eyeshadow and bright red lipstick. To the extent that it is not uncomfortable, it gives off a dark perfume scent. I think I like Cornell.
Gokuri and throat ringing.
Now I'm losing sight because of the inch killer. But even in normal condition, it's well within defensive range.
The vibrant radiance of the young fruit is wonderful, but the ripe, aromatic flavour is also good.
"Regards"
Keep your head down. My banana, painfully upward, was in front of me.
Mature women, with their raw replies, look at my groin in pity.
"Good luck at best."
A thick lip, that's the word.
And the game started.
Bear with me.
Tell yourself strongly.
I'm so impulsive right now that I want to release it because I can lose.
It's a match with white flowers, because they haven't let it out.
This much spiciness has been around since school trips or club stays.
Hold on to your weak heart and approach the mature woman.
"Yeah."
The mature woman reaches down when she snorts to make a fool of herself. And he stroked the back of the banana for a long time.
At that moment, the current runs on the spine.
I accidentally get an inner crotch and drop my hips.
"Aha, is it going to be over now?
Laughing, pinch the banana with two fingers and gently move up and down.
I lost my strength in that feeling, and I got my ass cake on.
"You used to play like that."
When you say it like it's creepy, you crouch in front of me. And when I looked at him, he took his tongue out of his bright red lips and licked a piece of banana tipped syrup.
I leak a pitiful scream. Honestly, that's the limit.
You must have been convinced of the victory. Flipped my body and brought my hips over my face.
"Enjoy me for a moment."
When I'm done, I bury my face deeply, as if to say, "Bananas are drinks".
I roared down that throat.
(Ugh)
Highly skilled, backed by experience.
Angels and demons appear in my heart. And I started arguing with him, let him out, don't let him out.
The mature part of the mature woman swings to the left and right, like demanding something, in front of my eyes, which is plagued and distressed.
When I sensed intent, I immediately mouthed the edamame and sucked the contents out of my sheath.
And taste.
(Hmm?
I feel uncomfortable.
This texture is the same as when you first tasted elf beans.
I feel like I betrayed my rugged look and licked my heels.
(Is she, too, a victim of an elf?
While I have a bad feeling, I activate the Devil's Eye and search for my Mature Favorite Places.
(Again)
I feel dark and sigh.
The mature Maust Favorite Point was in the back, beyond the reach of a human man.
Just like the ponytail, I guess the elves have gotten too used to me.
This bean also rubbed in a streak of super long strokes over Reaper, making it completely stiff.
Now you're only the object of pity, such as my weapon.
(This world is full of elf shadows wherever you go)
And elves get in the way of people having fun with each other.
I can no longer be satisfied without an elf, a woman of the people. That's unfortunate not just for a man of the people, but for herself.
(... unless the elves are involved)
Elves are my enemies.
The five-year-old larvae of the magpie butterfly and the figure of the dangoose come to mind. It's my family, Imosque and Dangolo. Both are being pursued by the elves through their hometown woods.
Besides, people are only subject to exploitation and exploitation for them.
And now in front of me, there's a woman accustomed to an elf. Besides, he's good enough to compete in a divine match.
(smashes the elf's crease)
I beat up an angel trying to take him to heaven, and I lay low on the devil.
"Shit!
With temper, pull the banana out of the mature woman's throat.
He then switched positions with Gurli, raised a banana under the bean, and pushed it in.
The mature woman, alas, is laughing lightly.
I can't stand it anymore. I'm disappointed, that's what I thought.
(Hmm, if you want to, take it personally)
I think in my heart and prepare the Star Phantom Sword Astral Sword.
And activated at the same time as completion.
"Ooh!
I scream.
A star phantom with a banana as its axis pushes through the mature woman.
Long Banana instantly crosses and lands a mature K-point. It's still an untouched area, not even the elves.
The mature woman is stunned by the unexpected sensation. He pressed his mouth with his bare hands and killed the voice that was about to leak.
(Pretty much, you're getting hit)
I'm tongue-in-cheek.
Near the jaw of a long banana, he felt a groove around him.
The tip of the elf must have gone back and forth many times, carving the walls.
(I'll cut them all off)
It's about the ditch.
Otherwise, the mature woman will not escape the curse of pleasure that Elf has given her.
Quite a hassle, but I'll have to.
But there was something that came to mind.
(Now, isn't it in the game)
If the mature woman scores a goal, my victory is declared, and that's where the game ends.
That way, I can't scrape anymore.
After the game, it's not the kind of thing you can ask for.
(I'll have to use "Poison Removal")
I snort.
It is quite difficult to keep the inner walls damaged by the elves from overflowing while scraping them.
By the way, when I was a ponytail, I kept sharpening no matter how overflowing. The uncircumcised scream of Lu Rhythm at that time was so adorable.
(If I were you right now, I'd be able to)
I scold myself. Because it seemed like the only way to save a mature woman was to do so.
And I was the only one who had a tough and difficult battle, and the curtain opened.
(I guess it looks like a heat fight)
There are cheers boiling around.
I can hear you supporting a mature woman, me, or both.
From the edge, it would have looked like I kept attacking and the mature woman kept enduring.
But not really.
Mature women, they haven't fought yet.
The mature woman, who was completely alarmed and defenseless, gave in lightly on the first few rounds.
That arrogant, ridiculous figure has no shadow to see. Now it's my call.
I don't tolerate the mature woman's plea that I want to reach, I suppress it in front of a sheet of paper.
(Hot)
Sweat comes out.
They use bananas to hang yasles on the inside of mature women.
I have strength, and I get fatigued.
(But I'm not going to rest)
I don't know how much more game time I have.
There are still traces of the elves.
I have to scrape them all out.
I even immersed myself in the work.
How long will it have passed?
Fortunately, no declaration of the end of the match had yet been made.
And at last, I cut the last ditch.
(Done)
Leaks a breath of relief and stops suppressing.
Mature ladies with my permission unleashed everything big.
(Ugh)
Suddenly, the water pressure is applied to the lower abdomen.
A water splash jumped hard from the belly to the face, and I didn't jump from the mature woman.
My eyes hurt, I can't open them.
The audience screams in my ear when they take away my sight.
To the scream, the anger mixes quickly. At the same time, intense footsteps, the sounds of bumping people gushed up.
(What happened?
I finally open my eyes. And I was stunned by the sight I saw.
The mature woman had turned into an object standing in the center of the fountain.
He opens his legs wide toward the audience and causes momentum to erupt from its center.
The undiminished amber rain pours the general audience seats as far as the central VIP seats.
Under the rain, it's mayhem, except for a very small part. People in courtesy clothes are running away.
(I didn't know this one would erupt)
I had no idea.
"Winner, kingdom man b!
A declaration is made.
Listening to that, I thought about the mature lady's future and felt just a little dark.
In a bad way, your name will sell.
(... pathetic, but can't help it)
Turn to the audience to change your mind and appeal to victory.
I only get a sparse applause. From the stage to the VIP seats, empty seats were spread out fan-shaped.
In front of me, the mature woman keeps flying intermittently with her torso turned against her like a shrimp.
Amber's Shizukuishi was beating her gallant seat lonely.
(Hmm?
I make my nose snap.
Shizukuishi was starting to dry at body temperature and develop a strong odor.
(showers first)
I pulled myself up to my sleeve, unlike the clerics with the cleaning tools.
(Speaking of which, you didn't check for brainwashing)
While I'm in the shower, I notice.
Did you forget?
No, I couldn't afford that.
Fortunately enough time has elapsed, but only as a result. In the middle of the game, I was in a hurry to make it.
(I didn't even have time to peel my beans off)
For that reason, those are still walnuts in the form of beans.
(Well, that's all right)
I shrug my shoulders.
I did what I could.
And I couldn't reach that far.
That's all.
(... eh! Shit!)
Return to me the impulse that sprang up rapidly.
I was unconsciously showering myself into a banana.
Almost broke my vow not to "handle it myself".
(The more you keep winning, the more you suffer)
What a harsh, and brutal battle.
Has the world ranker continued to win these games?
(I was sweet)
Seeing the game, I could keep up with them, that's how I was thinking.
I remember myself like that, and I get embarrassed.
(I can't do this)
A battle without joy, even if glory awaits ahead, does not want to do it.
I just want to have a good time with women and drowning in pleasure.
(But only this tournament fights out)
Because of this, the Alliance Commander gave me the opportunity to compete. There's no reason to throw it out.
Your body flutters about whether you've been taken too much blood by bananas.
I stopped showering and left the booth while scolding myself.