Regular golem carriages were going down the streets stretching west from Wang Du.
By evening, you'll be in the lodging town. Drop off the passengers to make them stay overnight at the inn, and if the night breaks, let them board again and set off for Awok.
"Reign of the Borderline Uncle, Imperial Landburn"
The end of the carriage is there. A truce had been reached between the kingdom and the empire, which had brought back regular cross-border flights.
(... free)
A shaving mark of a beard, a man around thirty years old, blue, poking his cheek wand in the window seat and looking out at the landscape in disinterest.
He is the coach of the men's flower ministry at a school in Wang Du. Its destination is Rose Castle, northwest of Teito.
"The World Congress of the Flower Road Men, Rose Cup"
I took a long vacation to watch the biennial men's festival.
If you get to Landburn, switch to Imperial City and look for flights to Rose Castle in Imperial City.
The coach sighed, probably because he thought of the length ahead.
"Once in a life or not, such as traveling across borders"
But for many people, this is reality. Because the human sphere of power is only around the streets that connect the cities to them.
Though it draws a border line from the map, it is a dangerous area where warcraft travel a little out of the city.
(Anyway, I'm just tired of this view in the beginning)
So this would be an overly luxurious feeling. Even if it's a round-trip road every two years.
He, by the way, is poorer than the common average. Coach and temporary faculty member of the men's flower department, but his salary is thin due to the department's sluggish grades.
"Spend all your money and time watching the Rose Cup"
It is possible because we are focused on choices.
In doing so, the Golem carriage arrives safely in the small accommodation town. The coach shrugs his shoulders and exhales as he crosses into a stream of people heading to the inn.
(The same goes for carriages, but there's nothing to do at the inn)
If it's a male guest, it's a female guest, and if it's a female guest, it's a male guest. If you pay for the inn, they'll definitely call you to your room.
But it's a luxury only allowed to those who head to Awok in one or two days. The coach's journey has just begun.
(The budget is critical. You have to save money on the road bank.)
Besides, in a lodging town of this size, there are no rice men who can deal with men.
Convince yourself, the coach checks in to the inn. I left my things in my room and headed to the dining room to eat.
(Do you want to go to the bath? Now, it's so crowded)
A thirty way coach who ends up eating early, with those who are uplifting in one hand of the bottle. In the evening, I went to the bathroom with my cheeks covered in roses.
As expected, there were only a few people.
(Why sit next to me? would be available)
I frowned uncomfortably because a man sat directly beside me while I was shaving my beard. He is a slightly fat middle-aged man and has a scratch on his back enough to tell from the side.
(... chi)
I don't know if he's a man or a warcraft, but he must have combat experience. That's what I think, a coach who stops complaining and starts washing his body.
But soon, I realize something.
(Son of a bitch, looking at my groin)
It's a flicker, but definitely.
I guess the person is going to be careful not to be noticed. But from the side you can see, it's pretty obvious.
(Maybe a homosexual?
Almost to the Rose Cup. The old man next door could be heading to the same place.
That would convince me, but I wasn't sure of one right now.
(too unfamiliar)
Looking back at the other person's face sideways, the old man panicked and turned away. Then drop your gaze to the groin, and now close your knees to hide.
Assuming you're a comrade, you're definitely a novice. Maybe a man is inexperienced.
(Is that okay? I'm just a virgin of interest, 'cause I'm a man who won't hesitate to eat it)
Offensive grin on the edge of your mouth, coach to think.
(Do you want to try it)
If the reading is off, it gets awkward. But that's as far as Landburn is concerned. If you hit the other way, you'll be comforted with the boredom of the long journey.
One nod, then move a little bold. Stand up from your chair, wash your groin at the height of your old man's face, etc.
(Definitely. The more I burn, the hotter I feel my gaze)
Every time I'm shaken up with Brumburun, my old man's eyes go this way.
This isn't the case if you're soaking in a hot tub.
The convinced coach giggles, dropping the bubble in the shower, and leaves ahead as he waves his ass to invite him.
And after dressing, he poked one hand against the wall in the hallway outside the stripper and waited for the old man.
"Hey there. You'd have seen me, wouldn't you?
To chase. No, a slightly fat middle-aged man who showed up to be seduced.
When the coach looks from the front and tells him in a strong tone, he gets greatly upset and wanders his gaze.
(... don't realize you're awake, don't be confused)
Coaches who judge from experience and enhance their grin. Don't wait for the old man to reply, turn your arms and shoulder together.
The middle-aged man with the over-eyed did not resist, although he was surprised.
"Come to your room. Let's play a little."
The coach, convinced of the success of the hunt, pushes him to his room to take it home.
What you can enjoy tonight, no doubt. And if the destination is Rose Castle, the feast will continue after tomorrow.
This trip is not going to be boring.
He was a thirty way man with a shaved beard that licked his own lips and drank his raw saliva.
Almost at the same time, this is the premier whorehouse in Wangdu Pleasure Street.
In the lobby, a middle-aged man with only hair left behind at the back of his neck was overwhelmed by the beautiful princesses sitting on the chick steps.
(That's the Advanced Whorehouse. Awesome stuff)
This old man's name is Andale. He runs the Pharmacist's Shop in Wangdu Shopping District and is a shopkeeper.
He uses go-go bars and junior whorehouses as habitats and only surfaces to intermediate whorehouses on special days. That's why I'm here.
The reason is that my daughter's son-in-law cares.
'Thank you, stepfather, for everything. Take your time today and do your life's laundry'
So they gave him a small bag adorned with ribbons.
A few gold coins if you open inside and a business card for a recommended whorehouse. Andale often had to put up with the tongue behind his nose.
(Thought they might hate me, but I'm totally mistaken. I'm ashamed of myself.)
My stepson's previous position was as a chick member of a women's whorehouse. I don't have enough knowledge at all because that's where the pharmacist specializes.
For that reason Andale was haunting his heart and planting his work.
Something painful would have happened.
But the seemingly gentle daughter son-in-law, like a bear, thanked me rather than resent me.
(Really, to me and my daughter, it's past him.)
Bald middle-aged looking for a big fleshy beauty with big breasts, the opposite of his wife, while remembering and smudging the edges of his eyes. There was a pair of eyes staring at him like that from the counter.
The owner is a concierge of this advanced whorehouse. He is a good old man.
(... undecidable)
But I can't stop looking, Andale, and I can't afford to notice my gaze.
His repeated appearance in front of the chicks is that of the students themselves cruising in front of expensive materials in the pharmacist's shop.
"Should I or should I not?"
Distressed as a hamlet, it even seemed like a strange dance to go back and forth between the shelves and the counter with the item in your hand.
He's a suspicious man.
A little fat old man who looks at himself now and puts on his face. But I can't get through it.
"Sir, may I speak to you for a moment?"
So I thought, 'Oh, I knew it' when I was called out by an old gentleman who could follow a young man who looked like a caution stick.
I honestly followed it with a perceived look, I guess that's why.
One moment, please.
When he was passed to the reception room in the back of the ground floor, he left his caution stick and disappeared. Set aside some time and go back with the two characters.
It's a magnificent gentleman and a young woman. Andale's eyes hardened when he saw the woman, screaming in his heart after a beat.
(You defeated Reaper, isn't that Jaanne's heroine!
Tense, rich chest, thin hips. And that big, cuddly up ass line. I just saw it in the magazine's special issue of the Divine Match, but no doubt about it.
Because I have taken care of the magazine many times in my own room after my family went to bed.
(It's colorful, damn it!
To curved beauty, bald middle age nailing eyes. The gentleman and the woman look at him and then shake their heads small to the side toward Grandpa.
Grandpa lowered his shoulders to Andale as he shrugged his hands behind his head.
"I am so sorry"
If you ask, someone dressed very similar to you said he did evil in Jayanne. Except for the hairstyle, he's pretty much the same.
(I can't increase my hair, but I can reduce it.)
I shaved and disguised myself. But I guess they thought.
It was completely different, but I don't feel angry. Because you have a strong sense of acting strange.
"I can't even do it. I'd be surprised if I were you."
In response, Grandpa smiles of relief. "Free to apologize," he continued, with a cross spear coming in from his exploding bottom sister.
"The original cause was my alarm. So let me take responsibility, too."
That means that Jaanne's top opponent will play Andale for free.
If you move your eyes next to her with incredible thoughts, the magnificent gentleman is also nodding in favor.
"Or am I dissatisfied?
Filling the distance to the distance you are likely to touch, you breathe gently into the hole in your ear as you finger up your jaw from your throat.
Temperature and breath, and a fragrance on it, Andale's body starting to rattle and shake. I can only express my willingness to 'no such thing' all over my body to make too many sex appeals.
"Well, nice to meet you."
Lend me a room, Grandpa. and continued to an elderly concierge, he was an explosive bottomed sister who tangled her arms and headed to the playroom.
And it starts, time for just the two of us.
Overlooking the world's # 1 (world champion) on the middle-aged man in front of her, she rocks her rich breasts and big ass with a samurai tremor.
I'm not giving you the lead.
Even if I know I'm someone else, I can't contain my burning fighting spirit.
After finishing the contact at the beginning, he pushed down on his back to the bed and welcomed him across the top.
(What do you think? Like what?
While I blame her like a Dosun Dosun and a pile puncher, her eyes can't get out of the old man's. From the reaction, we are exploring the weaknesses of the ground.
But the expression is not cold, on the contrary, the cheeks are peachy and upbeat. The reason is that I take the top edge of the pile that pokes up, in my own sweet spot.
"If the female side doesn't feel better, the customer won't be happy either"
That's what the exploding bottom sister believes and practices. Of course this depends on the person, never go to Doctor Slime, etc.
"About time? No, I won't let you out."
A fleshy beauty who is a forged flesh and puts pressure on the entire pile. Don't allow it to overflow, use your whole body to wiggle up and down.
"Look! Here."
A fierce rush on the ride, begun by a proximate exploding bottom sister.
Andale's comfort curve grasped by the analysis. I just carried it to its apex, freeing the pile.
"Shouldn't life shrink?"
With so much momentum in person, the old man spat out a lot of life.
"... cum"
An explosive bottomed sister who immediately sinks her hips deeply and drinks them in a pot of her belly without leaving a drop. Not enough to forget me, but she's definitely reached it, too.
The subtle cramps in the abs that revealed it made my slightly fatter bald father feel a great sense of accomplishment.
"It's only half past time. Enjoy more."
After a gentle, minor pause, she whispers in her ear, exploding, wearing a bottom sister.
The words I heard on my frontier may have triggered it. A middle-aged father with no hair left but the back of his head releases his beastiality and toddlerhood. It strikes from the front.
"Oh, you like breasts."
When you reach for a tense, rich chest, Andale rubs it around to lift it from the bottom.
Explosion Bottom Sister's tail was a little sweet because one of the stiff, pointy projections began to suck with fierce momentum.
"Don't get your teeth up."
For a moment, he flaunts his face, pinches his nose and peels it off. But the bald-headed old man won't give up.
Holding his mouth wide open and breathing, he squashes into the adjacent dust with strength, making a sound again and sucking.
"I can't help it. Hey."
Like a mother who milks my child, she has a head without hair with a calm and soggy look, too strong a beauty of sexual appeal for the Virgin Mary.
The second round continued like this, starting with Andale pushing it down.
Thus the gift from his stepson to his father, though slightly changed, became the best gift.
Further, the scene moves a little south of the pleasure district to the northern edge of downtown.
The top floor of a partially three-story residence, with a two-story roof in the garden. On the bath towels laid in the living room were the families gathered together, as usual, and enjoyed the company of the Lord.
"- In front of the knight of the first food eater (unicorn) with the buttocks, the enemy waves his sword. We can't afford to run anymore, that moment when everyone thought it was over"
What I'm passionately talking about is The Pilot's School's Regular Practical Exam, which took place at noon today. It is the battle between the semi-finals, the first food-eater (unicorn) and Teaching Light Inspector.
Ask it in a forward position as it emits exciting waves, magpie butterfly five-year-old larvae and dangouts.
"Come on, come on"
"Continued, Continued"
Come over to your knees, ivo feet poking, multilegged, washy imosque and dangolo.
My throat became annoying and I mouthed the water, but I heard it was a bad place to cut the story.
"Strangely enough, the first food eater (unicorn) survived a direct hit. I never thought I'd make it."
Two heads facing each other and shaking each other vertically. The remaining turtle, as usual, has his jaw on the floor and stays asleep, but only listens.
"Did you give him protection?
Nodding Dangolo. He sensed a subdivision crisis, so he activated it.
I didn't know if I could make an impact on someone away from me, but he was convinced by my story.
"That was amazing."
If I do it with my fingers, I will happily circle His Excellency the General of The Dying Regiment. I think so.
After that, Mr. Cool is rounding himself up, becoming a wheel and hunting down Teaching Light Patrol Sensei. Could it have something to do with that, too?
"Probably"
If you think of any subtle reaction, I told you to "be round and protect", but you didn't even think of "fight by your body".
Perhaps Mr. Cool himself flashed to cut Dangolow's advice.
(Though for a moment, voice and power reach a distant opponent. They're both good at spinning, so maybe they're compatible)
General and Phantom of the Secret Organization of Evil. A good relationship is quite a thing.
As he closed his eyes and nodded, the dandruff tickled his knee.
"I'll practice, tell me more?
He wants to master the Big Wheel, too. I heard Mr. Cool lost, and he was tempted to take his revenge.
"I can't help it. Everybody help me."
It would be an impossible battle to achieve. But I don't want to feel like my men.
Then I rolled over the bath towel and Zaratan took it with the armor. And the turtle is the head, something that you push back with Imosuke.
(Catchball or it feels like toddler soccer practice)
The ball role turned around around around around four or five times, so open the conversation tonight.
And speak of what I forgot to tell you.
"It's a message from the First Eater (Unicorn). Tomorrow night, I'm gonna show my face here."
On his way home from the venue, he said, "Thank you."
I only had a different amount of time, so I couldn't even ask what it was about. But now I know. It must be about the protection given.
"Ooh."
"Ooh."
For the visit of my men, a delightful deputy chief and general. Older tortoise with your opinion number, not the same as usual.
"I'll give you a lift, come here"
I went out to the garden with a beetle on my head, a dandruff on my shoulder, and a tortoise on my hand to get my family to where they were.