After the potion is served to the Merchant Guild, I'll grab lunch in Central Square and head to the Pleasure Street. I don't have a job as a pilot today.
The magical places that suddenly appeared everywhere and the warcraft that left the Spirit Forest to go there. Because the movements of the Warcraft by their jade poking have finally calmed down.
Willing and capable warcraft, I guess, have all moved out.
(Is it ponytail today? Long time no see.)
Make it a classmate of the Pilot's School, a B-class rider belonging to the Knights of the Kingdom. She returned to her part-time job at the whorehouse a while ago.
You should not be in trouble for the money because you have also finished paying off the debt you contributed to the elves. Must be a ponytail, breathing or stress relieving.
As busy as I was with the Warcraft exorcisms, I recently had a distant chance to match my skin.
(I wanted to be there)
A junior whorehouse on the back street, 'a uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer!'.
What I saw as I entered the store and proceeded through the lobby was the figure of a ponytail girl after ten halves, sitting with her legs together in the corner of the chick bed.
Naturally wearing the pilot's uniform, young, healthy thighs stretching out of tight skirts, blindfolded.
"Say hello today"
Calling and greeting, but the slightly tough-faced girl just shrugs her shoulders lightly. It does not seem to change, above all.
As he went up the stairs and reached the playroom, Ponytail bent one eyebrow and opened his mouth.
"There's a rumor going around that you're missing. Why don't you work a little more seriously, too?
I can't get back to hearing what the rumors are.
Anything is in Rock Mountain north of Awok, and it seems there are those who saw the old lady Old Lady within the Knights.
(I've been watching the streets from a long distance)
Long range, only possible moves for me and the old lady Old Lady. From the stranger, I guess he just seemed to sit there.
If I'm vulnerable to proximity, I'd rather stay low on information. Therefore, it is not disputed and properly flushed.
Two iced teas.
To the apprentice kid who came to pick up the order, me putting up two fingers. So to the lid, one idea sprang up.
Whisper not to sound like a ponytail when you let a child less than a girl hold a coin in his hand.
'Bring a drink, after enough. Stay in your room until I signal. "
In summary, this is the kind of favor. The toddler nods firmly and leaves into the hallway.
With a smile on my mind, I sit on the couch and point to the ponytail on my lap.
"Yes, sit here"
As I was told, a ponytail with its back to me and its hips down.
Whether you hate me or not, this is a whorehouse. I have to respond to the customer's request more than I have received the nomination.
I turned my arms so I could hold them and crawled my hands inside my thighs.
(This tension and smoothness of the touch. That would be great)
Ponytail complaining to me that I admire the limbs of a trained girl.
"After the drinks arrive."
After the apprentice child leaves, lock the door and start playing. Surely that would be normal.
But I want to see a shy ponytail.
"If you hear a knock, I won't do it."
That's the answer, I won't stop touching it. On my lap, Ponytail shrugs and exhales once again.
I've been dating a long time, so I guess you understood it was useless to say it.
(This reaction. Looks like you've been under a lot of stress)
I can tell by the devil's eye that my body is responding well. Stimulation of the thighs should also be feeling quite comfortable.
The reason why things were oddly clear must also be around here.
(Like me, Ponytail should have been busy exorcising the Warcraft. comfort is enough to do it yourself)
Even the same stimulus is totally different if people give it to you.
When you look softly at the wall-mounted figure, what you see there is a ponytail with your eyes half-eyed in a pleasant way.
You must have been alarmed that you couldn't see your face because of me behind it. I unconsciously loosen my thighs as well and leave them open.
(Okay, that's good)
As planned. I will wrap my own legs around the ponytail legs while being careful not to be noticed.
This way, you can't close it on your own. If I win by force, I can open the ponytail thighs.
(Gently so I can get drunk on pleasure. But it must not go missing)
My endeavor to keep touching it was fruitful, and finally, I didn't know Ponytail had big legs. They're touching my hands to the base of my thigh.
(Good timing)
Sounds here, knocks by toddlers.
Ponytail, awakened at once, understands that his legs are open. I tried to close it reflexively.
But I can't. Because I'm interfering with my legs and interfering with them.
"Kuh!
This teenager and his other voices belong to a ponytail sitting on his lap. Because I pinched the sharp, hard protrusion at the base of my leg from the top of my underwear.
A ponytail that can put more and more force into my legs trying to close it and me increasing finger pressure in a positive proportional way. If she can't stand it, I weaken it too.
"... that's what I'm talking about"
If you resist, you'll be crushed between your fingers. Ponytail, realizing its relationship, says hatefully.
By the way, if you try to get in the way with your hands, it is even more powerful with penalties. While I was delighted at the speed of my understanding, I called out to the apprentice child who would be waiting in the hallway.
"Go ahead. It's open."
A ponytail that surprises and upsets me when I see a young girl coming into the room with two glasses in her basin.
I try to close my legs in a hurry, but naturally the deed makes me crush my buds.
"Hiuu."
Take a breath, Ponytail draws strength. Meanwhile, the toddler girl, who finished putting her sweaty glass on the table, looked intriguingly at my fingertips pinching there behind her tight skirt, over her underwear.
"... this pervert"
This is not a young girl, it is a word directed at me.
The fact that it was strangely slow to bring it in and the appearance of a toddler left without returning.
"Exposing the Apprenticeship Child to Embarrassment"
Ponytail, who understood my aim, distorted and threw up his face.
Received as a compliment, I take a deep look at the lips of my mouth below with my fingers and rub my nose up on them with my finger belly.
And it's not one time, it's a continuation. Looking with the devil's eye, I go to increase her internal pressure.
"Are you kidding me?
Ponytail facing this one forcefully with an incredible look. Too close and out of focus, I flatly returned the word.
"I'm a pervert, naturally. Show them to your apprentice's kids where your sister's naughty."
Me and the ponytail who keep scratching my teeth and trying to stand it. But a young limb, shabby and craving, betrays his heart and tries to cross the limit.
I was observing with the Devil's Eye, whispering again to the ear in front of me.
"She seems interested."
The young girl crouches in front of the couch and eagerly tours her groin. Seeing that appearance, Ponytail lifts his own limits.
(Don't do it)
I didn't add or subtract it. She raised her ceiling herself.
Let's honestly send praise here.
"In front of the apprentice child, I don't want to score a goal"
That strong shame must have given me strength.
But this is a big recoil.
Enhancement is only temporary. Decide when the limit is lowered or the height is crossed.
A wave of more pleasure than usual should push the ponytail away.
"I'm watching, I'm watching. I'm totally watching."
Whisper to the ponytail with your mouth and lift her to the nearest limit with your fingers.
"Ugh, come on."
In response to the words, Ponytail eats his teeth and raises the upper limit even further. That number of times, really three.
My body trembles and my face is bright red. It's hot up to my cheek I'm dealing with.
(That's just the limit)
The apprentice takes my eye signal and leaves the room with a sorry look on her face. The cost and more chips are fine because I put them on the table beforehand.
The moment the door made a noise and the young girl disappeared, Ponytail let herself go.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
A serious, unmistakable growl in a girl over her mid-teens. Ponytail leans back and waves his body wide over and over again.
If she was taking off her underwear and the toddler continued her tour, the apprentice child would have gotten soaked.
With my hands off my groin I embraced the ponytail from behind and enjoyed the movement of my pulsating body.
"Is it time for you to be okay?
Set aside a few moments and give voice to the ponytail lying on the couch.
I'm already in a hip-bath towel, waiting while I sleep on my bed. The girl who woke herself comes looking at me with great eyes, but I don't care because it's the usual thing.
"If you don't close the lock, you might come back for a visit."
Locking is the job of a woman working in a store. Ponytail, who made his face even more rugged by my words, leaned over to the door with a flabby hip and made a cackling noise.
And looking back, he correctly declared his posture.
"How dare you? Be prepared."
Awesome, but just happy and not scared.
Because this is a whorehouse. It's both on the bed to get hit and back.
"You lose again, I wish I didn't say that."
When I stir him up as usual, the ponytail comes absurdly riding his narrative.
People who feel comfortable fighting are precious. I want her to stay this way forever.
"... I wonder how long it will last."
Me in a confident tone, showing vigilance and delight. You can win or lose, so this one just adds to your expectations.
A ponytail climbing on his knees to the bed moves away a bath towel supported by a single strut.
He then shifted his own underwear to the side and began to welcome the struts in his breath.
(It's hot and it feels good)
It leaks a sigh like the one on the hot spring for a long time.
Pretty hot from the start because I just reached flashy. I've tasted all kinds of specialty products, but she's pretty good.
Parents I made and ponytails I raised. It's a really good job.
(Mmm)
As the mind tastes quietly, a sudden sense of compression strikes the groin.
When I felt tighter than usual and turned up, I had a winning ponytail face.
"What do you think? It's hard."
What I'm good at is knitting and polishing moves to fight me.
He asks for moves that are right for him and says he has also looked into them.
(I see. So this is it)
I used to imitate Mr. Cool and show off his rotating moves, but he's in return for it with my fake "Skewered Whirlwind".
Next up, "Lightning Sword," but this also ended up changing to "Laaangu Sodo," a name that didn't go around Lu Rhythm.
(I couldn't spin or unplug. So the answer I got there is' Tighten ')
Ponité working out is originally a tough one. It's about her, so I should have practiced in preparation for this day.
Certainly not bad.
(But they're bad guys)
You don't know ponytail, but I'm Doctor Slime with Jaanne as my home. To superior sisters and ladies, this degree of tightness is as much as possible.
Besides, the culminating teacher's special move is the "Truncate Table". It would be cruel to compare.
"Don't be patient. It's better for you."
You don't look like you're in pain. Look at me, Ponytail starts the upward and downward rhythm when you throw up. "For your own sake" is probably because you felt the magnitude of the recoil when you put up with it earlier.
But it's not me, it's her who starts distorting her face. As I look up to it, I advise you in my heart.
(It feels good to be tightened and moved, but that can be said for those who move)
The contents are dragged, so naturally.
From this reaction, Ponytail probably didn't practice tightening, even though he practiced tightening.
Open your mouth while eating up your teeth for unexpectedly increasing damage. Healthy white teeth, pretty good.
(If I get defeated rape, I guess I'll have this look on my face)
Overlapping with mature Viscount figures in northern countries and enjoying them in your imagination. But then I realized something serious.
(With that said, what about a ponytail, the gate behind it?
Defeated rape is a lawful mausoleum. If there is a difference between the male and female ratios, they are likely to come into every hole.
If Ponytail had no back experience, it would be very painful.
(You have to try and see)
A former classmate, a favorite in this store. I want to help you.
I quietly reach under my tight skirt and grab and spread my butt meat. Only his right hand slipped between his underwear and lifted his middle finger to a daisy flower.
"Huh?"
A ponytail that stops you from shaking your hair bundled in the back of your head into an unexpected surprise attack from behind (back attack).
While I was sure I had not experienced this reaction, I groaned.
(Chuckles, tightens)
The moment the finger belly was buried in the chrysanthemum, the previous tightening was strengthened.
I don't even go to the headstand, but it's quite standard. Besides, unlike Teaching Light Patrol Sensei, a reflex reaction that doesn't think of the other person. Honestly, it's painful.
(You're lost)
The ponytail face directly above is shaking between 'Shake it off angrily' or 'Keep it up'. The cause is my, vegan, distressed expression.
Being a warrior, she must have seen this as a rare winning opportunity.
(Ooh ho)
Slowly, but a ponytail ass to start grinding. Looks like you chose to beat me over disgust with your fingers.
Then I must answer that courageous choice with all my might.
(Exploring the light with the devil's eye, carefully)
Match your hips moving back and forth and get used to the ponytail with one middle finger on your right hand.
Priority is' Feeling Good '. It gives more sweetness than rejection.
(If you can score a goal here too, that would be great)
My skill and experience, plus my passion for success, and the ponytail that keeps accepting my fingers stickily.
One finger joint at a time, slowly burying and gently pressing the slightly glowing pleasure point.
(Okay, that's good)
The image is a rusty hinge that displays oil and moves it. By opening and closing it with guts, you can restore smoothness and go.
The ponytail, which opens its eyes thinly and moves its hips heartlessly, must be getting a definite joy back and forth.
(But tough. It's time for the limit)
Both sides have a lot of damage, but the ponytail still has a wall of mind against the back. Unfortunately, this time, I seem to be first.
(Ahead!
Me gripping my butt meat and spitting out my thoughts. I felt the heat in the back of my belly. Ponytail floated back out of my mind, eyes round and staring at me.
I immediately understood the situation and hoisted both sides of my mouth and shouted.
"I win!
You're right. I honestly admit to losing and send my compliments.
I guess the feeling of exalting to victory also made a difference to my body. Behind the gate behind me, a light of unprecedented strength appeared.
(This is it)
I didn't expect it, but this isn't it. But instinctively I thought I should shoot, and I stick my middle finger to the root and capture the light.
Shortly after, Ponytail scored a grand goal with his butt.
"Huh?
I guess I don't understand it myself. It looks confusing.
I groan my fingers to remind Ponytail of this delight in her body.
(It should not be made transitory. To do this, we have to keep it up and running)
Though I have risen heavenly, I cannot get down to earth because the thrust of my buttocks does not fall.
As a result, Ponytail swept wide through the skies of the butt world. This is no longer a strange world. You can always come back to this world.
(That's a success)
Be sure and pull your fingers out. Now she should be able to fly back and forth.
Eyes of a parent bird looking at a nested chick, looking at a ponytail that hits on the sheet.
(Mm)
I sniffed my middle finger closer to my nose, and I frowned slightly.