Jaanne upstairs playroom. So I sat back on my bed and watched the statue of a three-pillar goddess standing in front of me in a glorious manner.
He is an instructional light patrol teacher in a thin piece, a cool in a blue bikini, and an explosive bottom sister in a mixed costume of Cheer Girl and Lace Queen.
(Is this a dream)
To so much happiness, I'm going to have a nosebleed and lose consciousness. But I can never do such a waste.
In front of me slapping both cheeks and snorting roughly, an exploded bottom sister with her hands on both sides of her waist asked her colleagues.
"Three on one, but what are we going to do? I wonder if they're going to strike all at once."
I have to fight that word. If they did that, it would literally end in an instant.
(Not good. You can't do that)
When you stand off the bed with your expression tightened, you take a Chinese martial arts stance to protect yourself.
The cool and brilliant subordinates who saw it drew the boss's thoughts and mouthed the suggestion.
"How about a total win? I'd like to entrust the Admiral, if you don't mind."
From me, it means dealing with one person at a time. Looking at the exploding bottom sister, Mr. Cool shifts his gaze to Teaching Teacher Light Patrol.
Then I opened my mouth, but the words of Teaching Light Patrol Sensei were spoken first.
"I'll be the vanguard. You're a middleman."
I'm in the mood for something.
Mr. Cool looks at me, but there's no such thing as alienation here. Moving their heads vertically, the goddesses nod at each other face.
Shortly afterwards, I was attacked by three people.
"One battle at a time, but everyone washes it."
Turn to me when I'm stripped of my personal clothes with six hands and left naked, says the cool beauty. Thereafter they are showered, and soapy and wet bubbles.
"It's okay? Even if I let you out here."
Whispering in your ear is your exploded bottom sister. She doesn't mind the Cheer Girl costume getting wet, she persists in washing my core.
I'm afraid of the slightly raised corner of my mouth and the look of staring at my hand by my side. If Teaching Light Patrol teacher hadn't stopped me, I would have wasted the number of times.
They then wipe away the moisture with a bath towel and stand naked on a king-size bed. Opposite is Teaching Light Patrol Sensei, who exposes her radiant white skin.
"Pioneer battle, then, begin"
The game starts with Mr. Cool's voice. Moving forward, I raise my hands like a bear and accept the hands of Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
It's a power comparison, looking into each other's eyes.
"If I'm a pilot, my teacher is a knight."
Look for a good spot for her, with a little advice in her mouth. A move named Demon Eye, but this is also one of the magic manipulations.
To Teaching Teacher Light Patrol with a Hazy Emotion, carry on the words with a mean grin.
"Hi? Looks like you're ready already. What did you expect?
I can't hide it in front of the Devil's Eye. Teaching light patrol teacher pointed out, turning bright red and distracting. Though I find that look adorable, you can't miss the gap.
I always fight her with all my strength.
(There!
With the combined hands intact, my love stick breaks in from the front all at once. Teaching Professor Light's heel floats slightly as he thrust up from the bottom in a standing position with each other.
The aim is only one point, Sirius, shining in her inner sky.
(Critical Hits)
Teaching light patrol teacher who is shot through a point of ultra-high temperatures that shines blue and white and screams backwards. I held my thin body in a mackerel fold and took it further back.
Perfect fatality. Sniper Tauro is an eye-catching sniper.
Shaking it a few times as it was, her body jumped again just for those few times.
"Battle Available"
Look at your colleagues who have been liberated and collapsed into bed, and declare, Mr. Cool. The voice is stiff, probably because it was just unexpected fast.
Don't bother to take a look at your boss.
Moving her gaze with an invincible grin, the exploding bottom sister was pale.
Here the perspective moves from Tauro to her.
A blow? Oh, my God. That's a lie.
Crushing in my heart, dynamite buddy sister. Staring ahead is the appearance of a colleague disturbing his long hair and roughly raising and lowering his chest on his back.
A powerful man everyone acknowledges, a super first-class worker called 'ghost' by the apprentice children. She lost her first and second glances.
If I hadn't seen this, I wouldn't have believed it.
(At one point, I knew it was crushing my back. I didn't know it was this far)
He was exposed to a series of reserved attacks by Doctor Slime, and he sees that he was on the verge of falling. But from what I've seen recently, I thought I'd rebuilt it.
"If you are as powerful as she is, you must be finding the thread of the offense out of the overlapping battles"
I thought so and watched to refer to it.
(You didn't rebuild it, you were already falling)
When I open my mouth slightly, I exhale from the back of my lungs.
"This is all the face. There may not be a third self."
It's a huge miscalculation because I even thought so.
Then what to expect is medium-sized. The overall winner ran through the divine game with overwhelming strength, using high-speed rotation as a weapon.
(If she and I are together, I'm sure we can win. No, maybe I'll knock him out)
At the end of his gaze, he lent his shoulders to the vanguard, where a colleague he could count on could not stand, and moved him to the edge of the bed.
Exploded bottomed sister staring at that back with a sense of worship. Here again, the perspective returns to Tauro.
(Mr. Cool? Speaking of which, you never fought properly)
While watching a woman in a blue bikini sitting on the wall as a student competitor, I think.
When Mr. Cool was sitting in the store, he couldn't be frightened and nominated for the power of the sideline, and by the time he felt confident, Mr. Cool was pulling himself away from the front line more.
For this reason, he only played a few times at home and couldn't say enough about the battle.
"Thank you for waiting. May I?
Mr. Cool, who took off his bikini and became a naked statue of the goddess, asks me.
When you answer by shaking your head vertically, you start a second battle.
(All right, let's bump into everything about me right now. He's the overall winner of the divine match.)
Now step aside without stepping forward and measuring the distance, taking your feet to circle around Mr. Cool.
Many guard against spinning moves. But let me tell you, it is' distance 'that should truly pay attention to your heart.
(Oh, I see, he's an extreme infighter)
Hands and feet are long and do not break the cold, faceless look at all times. It looks like an outfighter who is good at counters, but zero distance is what I specialize in.
As soon as they start swallowing around, you can say the battle will be decided. It's too late to get caught.
(Then only fight at a bad distance of the opponent)
What started there was an authentic hit-and-away repetition of jumping in, bouncing the tip of the chest and returning to its original position.
Even if I could have come forward, I could have swung away and fled to the side, for one thing, the difference in power between men and women.
(I was made of Teaching Light Inspector. Even Mr. Cool should be able to knock him out with just his chest)
You don't have to go that far, if you accumulate some damage, you can seal the rotation moves.
That feeling goes back to the user himself. If you start with heightened, it should be a poor endurance comparison of minutes.
"Hmm?"
I just stretched out my fingers to change from "Play" to "Pinch," me feeling a sweet current running on my arm.
What's that?
Looking at the vertical wrinkles between his eyebrows, Mr. Cool stood with his fingers up.
"What's wrong? This is the Echinophilosophy you taught me."
Mr. Cool tells you in a calm tone while dyeing your cheeks with some damage.
Eternal Eight is the ultimate way to touch the other person. The skill given to Mr. Cool, who devised to raise the arms of the young husband of the merchant and was to coach the women's flower path department.
The sweet current just now would be caused by the fingers that made me crawl into my arms.
(You can do it with your fingers now, not with a brush!
Teaching is learning. I must have been polished myself as I coached my students.
(This is bad, this is)
Since the Eternal Eight method is a technique that looks at the body surface, the muscle strength difference is irrelevant.
Though I can use it, Mr. Cool, who can pack the distance without fear, has an overwhelming advantage.
(CHUCKLES)
We unleash attacks with each other's hands, playing each other, but we have to retreat for the minute we are stepped in. Even if you try to escape to the side, your left or right extended arm prevents it.
Immediately I was pushed into the corner of the bed, my back to the sheet with a flash of foot payment.
"I'll have it."
Kneeling over me falling on my back, Mr. Cool tries to worship with both hands. Then you eat me with your mouth down there.
You must have been convinced of the victory, the smile on your face is like Kanyin Bodhisattva.
(I just have to do it)
But I still had moves that I had never tried, which I could only use in this phase.
"Eternal" Eh!
Shortly before Mr. Cool starts spinning, he moves his hips to the letter 'forever', screaming. This is called writing kanji on the inside of her with a male brush.
"Eternal" Eh! Eternal "Yes"!
If they turn around, the letters will disrupt and the effect will be lost. Desperately observing Mr. Cool's inner surface with his demonic eye, he waves his hips through the light muscles as he writes in the Kanji practice book.
(Still not turning. It still doesn't work. This must be because it's working)
Believing that, I even kept writing.
How long has it been in perpetual script, Mr. Cool, and would you have filled in your study book?
"Mm-hmm!
Hold your own mouth with both hands and press your voice to death, Mr. Cool. It was definitely the "Dying Regiment" shroud that hung out.
Don't let them know who you are in front of your colleagues. I couldn't stand the thought alone.
(But was that the limit)
I could see his voice, but he couldn't contain his body. Power falls out of Mr. Cool's body and into my chest.
The fact that my brush was starting to tighten and suck so hard that I definitely won.
(It was dangerous)
He falls into distress with the Eternal Lettering Act and cuts back with the Eternal Lettering Act.
Very little time is possible to fight back, from being drunk to being moved out. There's only time for a bus to open and close the door when it stops at a no-one else's stop.
"Ugh."
It must be because of the relaxation. I accidentally smashed it inside.
It should be just a good amount of patience, but she drinks it down without overflowing. The feeling of being sucked as you serve it feels good again.
(Extremely easy, Extremely easy)
That seems to be the same for Mr. Cool, who lifted his face lying down in my ear and came snatching his lips with slightly moistened eyes.
(No, like a kiss from Mr. Cool. That's a tough experience)
That's first-rate. And this gap is great, like coming sweetly for you, even though you're often faceless.
(Ha, ha)
I lifted the connection to me by rolling sideways, listening to Mr. Cool's breath, stretching his hands and legs out to the bed, looking up at the ceiling and exhaling myself.
But don't be satisfied with this. There's a general named Sister on the bottom of the blast who's left behind.
(Hmm?
Turn your face to the side while you sleep, your eyes just meet. But for some reason, her face is bright blue.
(Are you ill?
Then I'll be in trouble if you don't get it all ready. It doesn't look serious, so it would be curable with healing magic below the D-rank.
If it's not more than C, it won't emit light, and I don't need chanting spells, so I won't be noticed.
I wake up thinking that and try to get closer to my exploding bottom sister as I stretch out my arms.
(That)
But I can't stand. Looks like he was taking more damage to his lower back than I thought. I don't have a choice, so I'll just keep crawling on all fours.
But he didn't look very good.
"Hih."
A small, breathtaking, leaking voice, an exploded bottom sister in a costume like a child in a match between Cheer Girl and Lace Queen.
Keep your buttocks on and go backwards toward the bed headboard.
(This is a nice view)
A frightened look from a cheerful sister and a triangle of black underwear visible from inside a miniskirt. That braves me and physically excites my feelings when I say it's just over.
(You don't need a break from this. I can start the general battle right away)
Me and my sister crawling back at the same speed as I keep crawling forward on all fours as I turn my groin fangs. Eventually the two pillows in front of the headboard hit my back and I notice the end of the line.
Now I try to run sideways, but my colleague's shoulders won't allow it.
"That's the job you got, right?
A super-class worker who softens his voice with harshness in a calm tone. Teaching light patrol teacher turned first and sat beside him.
If so, she is an explosive bottom sister who moves herself in the opposite direction, but there is still the appearance of a woman seated correctly in her posture.
Mr. Cool, who has made his comeback, says pale without even looking at him.
"I did what I could. I'll leave you to the general."
After turning his face to the left and right, he sees me in tears, exploded clothes bottom sister. The woman on both sides put her arms under the Admiral's knees and forced her legs open with force.
"Come on, Master Tauro. It looks like you're ready, so please make yourself at home."
Teaching light patrol teacher to hand shift underwear and gently open it with fingers.
Put your hand on the shoulder of your exploding bottom sister just in case, three F-rank series of disease treatments, injury treatments, and condition abnormality recovery. They all have a thrust through feel, so there doesn't seem to be any malaise.
Earlier, I guess I was upset to see my big name continue to lose standing. Though it does not seem to have recovered yet.
"Don't hesitate, then"
I'm sweet about the courtesy of Teaching Light Patrol Teachers and thank you for the entrance. The explosion bottom-sister is shaking her head to the left and right as she pleads, but there is nothing else for her to observe if she gets here.
"Hih!
An exploded bottom sister who raises her jaw and speaks out thinly because she plunged it deep into her roots from the beginning.
Always, the volume of the flesh is wonderful. Ratio of bust or hip to waist. That would be the biggest of the three.
(Okay, that's that move for compatibility)
Looking at my white throat, I scream the best moves name for my heart.
(Star Phantom (Astral Sword)!)
A star phantom knife is one that lets the groin gentleman put the aura together, simulating but changing the length, thickness, and shape to it. I have sensory feedback, so it feels good even if I can't touch it directly.
(Sovereign Begins)
Explosion Bottom The characteristics of your sister are that random and weak spots change.
Thanks to the Devil's Eye, I can find a spot, but it's hard to poke it before it disappears. That's where I thought about the effective use of the Star Phantom.
(Length and bend adjusted by aura)
While making corrections to the light points grasped by the demonic eye, he even slaps his hips. Even so far, it doesn't hit the target as well, but there it is covered by the number of attempts.
"Shh. Whoa!
Sister crushed and exploded by weakness. That's as if you stuck a needle in a water balloon.
Incredible, I guess because it's the fastest time I've ever had the feeling included in my words.
The cause is frightening.
If you have low morale, you can collapse fast.
Shortly afterwards, she clung to me with both hands and legs, and then her mouth also blocked and began sucking intensely up and down the explosion wearing bottom sister.
(Coming! Coming! this hold)
Because of this reward, we fall into a people-shaped gambling machine.
(Wow, hey, it's so hot in the back. Suction is strong, and it might not be a good idea if I serve it now)
It's more than usual to react to the situation of being held back and broken into by a colleague.
I tried to endure, but I failed, and I reach for it to follow.
(Yabba, this. life is sucked)
Not just for this one, but sucked out of the back with force moves. I also feel the fear of something comfortable in that feeling.
I don't think this will reduce my life expectancy, but my health has definitely drained and exhausted.
"At the end of the day, we were all trying to blame each other, but you couldn't."
This is what Teaching Light Patrol said to me when I took a break until the end of time. Whatever she and Mr. Cool were, me and my exploding bottom sister couldn't do it.
Today is a complete end, a halt.
"By the way, is the Knight's maneuver going to work out?
On the subject of the consultation, Mr. Cool nodded and bowed his head as well as Teaching Little Inspector.
"Knight manipulation and male and female moves, right? In retrospect, I might have felt close."
To the words of Teaching Light Patrol Sensei, Mr. Cool also continues.
"Check and guide the customer's condition. I feel like I can be more in tune with you if I see you as a customer."
Physical language was the main thing, but it seems to have been passed on safely and above all. Besides, the reward for the advice is Thanksgiving, so much so that I'm afraid it's too much.
Explosion Bottom Sister is like being involved, but it's my decision in person and I felt great too, so let's do it.
(Happiness, happiness)
It was me who exhaled loudly as I looked at the exploding bottom sister, whose gaze was still stubborn.