A junior whorehouse in a dim alley behind Wangdu Pleasure Street, "a uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! '.
What do you think of Ponytail, who opens his legs on the bed in the playroom, to the old man on Thirty Road, who came in with an unpleasant grin in front of him?
Where I want to be.
He was burning his fighting spirit into his womb and making it hot.
Attacks from behind by your fingers do not give you a chance to fight back in a positive way. At best, it is to the point of pushing the butt against the other's groin.
That's why we're moving from the front to the melee, so there's no reason to refuse.
(Once I catch it, it's this one. I'll bring it up with boiled water.)
I know what's hot in me because Tauro speaks every time I play. And her sense of combat was whispering, "Use it."
(Coming)
The image is, 'Eat up and get yourself into a bee's nest, one big tin bee'. The bees, who are not individually opponents, retreat to the back of the nest.
And where I dragged him enough, he attacked him from all directions.
"Whoa."
Hearing a man's voice in his ear, crossing his legs with his opponent's back, holding disappointingly. This prevents the opponent from pulling himself out of the nest.
(Come on! Me)
Thousands of bees wrapping large tin bees in a spherical shape, blubbering and shaking themselves violently and raising their body temperature. It is enough vessel to do a tauro called "The Treasure of the Hanayagi Realm" and say, "I suppose I can designate it as an important cultural asset".
By the way, the national treasure is, of course, the teaching light patrol teacher.
(Show me the results of the special training)
Bottoms from the nest entrance and a ponytail that eats off your teeth while letting the honey hit the sheet. What floats behind my brain is the look of a special overnight training in a dorm room.
"Going Gradually Faster, Teasing Your Own Right Hand Through Your Inseam"
Exactly on the verge of trying to ascend and pack, how many times would you have shaken it off with your left hand? It's all about beating desire and defeating a former classmate of the hateful pilots school in front of you.
And since I got in, so far, things have been going better than ever.
(I can go)
Thirty way old man's head, snuggling next to his own. Its jaw gradually goes up.
He was a ponytail bending both ends of his mouth upwards for a sense of victory, even as a large grain of sweat floated on his forehead.
Here's the perspective, move to Tauro.
(no different, what heat)
Burri and trembling ponytail belly, as if samurai tremble. It doesn't fit, it raises the temperature further inside, which was originally high.
Honestly, enough to wonder if it's okay to be so high as a person's temperature.
(I feel like I won't let you go, I hope)
Ponytail with arms and legs turned back and chest tight. It usually starts on the way, but today it starts somehow.
"To a sports girl, I can hold her passionately"
I know she has some idea, but it doesn't matter. Just narrow your eyes and taste this situation.
(It's going to melt)
A state of scratching hot water with a stick of chocolate, or a sweet paralysis wraps a stick of chocolate.
Plus, I kind of want to throw up so much today.
"I can't wait to get it out because I want to."
If I were to describe it, would it be like putting up with pee to the nearest limit? I can't think of anything else.
This has been happening since I was in middle school and high school, but I don't even care enough.
"If you don't pull it out every morning, you won't be in class"
Things aren't the same back then.
A health certificate. I can play with as many women as I want, because now I'm happy.
(Let it out)
Besides, I originally plan to go ahead of Ponytail.
She'll be fighting, but the usual. You won't have to hang out and compare patience.
You must be forgiven for being such a guest.
(sobbing)
I let go of my mind and body without restraint.
He kept moving forward as he was covered in bees, but finally a big tin bee bent down on his knees. White fluid spitting out of his jaw spreads to the nest floor.
(Bear with it!
A tough looking girl with her hair together in the back scolds herself as she crooks her face and puts her finger on the man's back.
A high voltage of sweet currents ran from hair to nail tips to the sensation of being poured into the back, and his back hung upside down.
(Yikes)
Is it because of self-training? The ponytail can finally squeeze the waves up without being swallowed.
And I hold my fist in my heart, poking it up into the sky and screaming.
(won)
This definitely tastes like victory. I would say this liquid is a triumphant cloudy liquor.
"I win!
Now speak up and exalt yourself to your covered opponent. Thirty incompetent former classmates admitted to losing by trying to sigh.
(You can't stand with your hips off, can you? Wait, I'm gonna step on that face right now)
They should be the same because they have been so far. Believe me, I don't doubt it. Ponytails can force a covered man to the side.
(Doesn't work)
I couldn't help myself because of the damage I sustained.
You'll recover after a little rest. The next moment I thought about it that way, a thunder runs in the back of my belly.
(Why? I should have knocked you down)
Wrapped in a bee ball (cucumber), a giant tin bee that should have lost its life due to heat. It suddenly got up and started going back again.
I can see from the feeling that the body of the large tin bee has not even lost its hardness.
(... just do it again)
The reason is later. The priority is to defeat them anyway.
What, you just won? You can do the same thing again.
(How about that!
Use your abs to raise your temperature and wrap and tighten up the intruder. It was more critical than earlier, but I managed to pick up the win.
But there, my eyebrows creep up again in amazement.
(Zombies? Too bad for forebears)
We left for a little while and the giant tin bee rose up again.
(Not good, not good)
Slowly, but surely a big tinned bee to progress. Across the street is the deepest part of her nest.
A queen bee without combat power is the place to rest.
(... No way, no way)
A ponytail that shakes and denies bound hair to the left and right for questions boiling from the bottom of his mind.
Protected by the magic of 'contraception', Queen Bee. It has never been broken before, and I have never heard anything like it before.
But I felt this instinctive fear of the extraordinary vitality of the great tin bee, "Knock it down or knock it down": "This time the magic will be broken."
(Don't stop! this)
Remove the legs that were turning to your back and grab both sides with your hands to peel off the tight chest and press hard.
(Chuckles)
But it slips, because we're both already sweating.
Ponytail, by the way, is unaware of the existence of the 'Emergency Calling Magic Formation' on the bed headboard. To be precise, you should say 'I don't remember'.
It was explained to me at the time I was hired as a part-timer, but 'such things, I don't need' made me bare my head.
(Ugh, ugh)
Meanwhile, his former classmates come banging on their hips like a hammer streak, trying to push the big tin bee into the back.
By the dozen dozen of them, the ostrich bees were sure to walk and try to reach the deepest part of the nest.
(No! No!)
How many times will it be? White liquid spitting out of the jaw of a large tin bee once again. The poison swallows the queen bee, melts her, and goes.
And Ponytail's consciousness also melted away.
Time goes back a bit, where Tauro finished his first firing.
(Ah, that felt good)
It would be nice if you excused me first. She opens her mouth and makes a weak voice as she deposits her weight on the girl downstairs and tastes it smudged.
"Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha"
You're probably saying, 'It's my win'. Sounds like a ponytail obsessed with winning and losing.
"Oh, my God, this time I'm losing."
The aftertaste is cold. I return words as I exhale from the back of my chest.
Shortly after, Ponytail starts trying to move downstairs as he fills his face with joy. Thank you. He's going to shake my body and stand up.
(Not enough to serve)
But I still feel like I'm accumulating in my body. I can definitely go in a row, so I decided to stay with you.
(Sniffles)
Moving her hips gooey, the delightful color falls out of the face of the tight-faced ponytail girl, and her surprise spreads.
I don't believe it. Is that what it looks like?
(I'm older once, but I'm still going to be young)
Speaking in my heart, I move into small pieces again.
And then often, without taking much time, a second time firing.
(You mean you're doing well today, or you're not)
Tilt your neck faster than expected and deepen the angle of your neck so that it doesn't fit at all and you can still go.
(Well, okay. I still have time, and I'll give you as much today as I want)
I drink my own high-end potions every night, so I don't have to worry about illness or condition abnormalities.
I stopped thinking, and I started the third battle without a break. I guess I should rest for them if I were supposed to, but I can't contain the 'feeling I want to let them out'.
(Let's stop if you say so)
If you really can't, you should reach for the Emergency Calling Magic Formation on the bed headboard.
Nod one, once again keeping your hips back and forth.
"Giving Up"
Then how many times would it have been repeated? She was the one who intermittently regained the light of her eyes, but did not show that will until the end.
"Hmm."
When you let go of your body and get out of bed, I'll take a shower alone and drop the drool clean.
The ponytail is still lying on the bed. He is rubbing his inner crotch together moaning, sometimes leaning back, and sometimes twisting his body in a state of underwear on his knees only one leg into a disturbed uniform.
(... one more time, let's go)
The flames that should have fit in that mess will burn again, and they will be covered again. Perhaps now, the number of fights would have ridden double digits.
I realize it's just odd, but there was a verse that came to mind.
"When peeled, citrus fruit can be seen glowing pale"
I ate Buntan, which became a forest in the garden.
A fruit raised by my family, the Spirit Beasts, led by Imosuke. Even if it works that well, no wonder.
(Now it's empty. Nothing more)
Me getting off the ponytail body I was riding and taking another shower.
The remainder of the playing time is zero. As a former classmate, the current Knights of the Kingdom Class B rider has no movement other than breathing.
(Consciousness is flying)
I left her in bed, enjoying myself to the point of exhaustion, and I left the room.
"So thank you"
Probably because he's a big investor. Speak to Grandpa Concierge, who freakishly fears, about the state of the ponytail now.
It would also be natural to have given him a chip comparable to the cost of multiple plays. Even if she comes back, it's impossible to do any more work today.
Apparently I'm the only one to nominate, but that's another story.
(Night breeze is refreshing and pleasant. Do you want to go home and talk to the Imosques?)
I'd also like to hear about this endless health.
When I left the store, I walked down a dim alley in the pleasure district, singing with my nose.
The next day after dawn, a large room at the headquarters of the Knights of the Kingdom.
Two young female pilots, given a desk in the corner, were checking the documents as they lit up the numbers.
"Make sure there's no mistake."
That's what my senior told me. A lot of help work will have to be done because joining the group is the lower end of the day these days.
"Hey, you okay?
A braided titty girl who rocks her shell-shaped super big tits and asks in a whisper. Because the other ponytail seemed to lack concentration.
He held a pen in his right hand but poked his cheek cane with his left hand, stopping his hand every line and exhaling a hot sigh.
"Huh? Weird?
And I'm unconscious of myself. He looks back at me strangely.
Braided big super tits with eyes matching moist eyes gave a frightened look and shrugged her shoulders.
"Good. Oh, that's what I think, but it's all over me."
The smell of meth pumps. So he continues to pinch his own nose and waves his hand left and right in front of his face.
"That can't be happening!
A ponytail that instantly dyes his face to the vermilion and holds his voice up for a seat. I don't know if I was surprised as my best friend told me to be too outspoken, or if I had a verse in mind.
However, from seniors working in the same room in paperwork, they turned a rugged gaze.
He said he was just a little tired.
I sat back down with my head down to the perimeter, whispering ponytail with my eyes blaming me and shaking my head small to the left and right with exhalation, braided tits super big tits.
(This isn't a cover, is it?)
He must really think so.
"So, how was it?
I got a nomination appointment for Doctor Slime, and Ponytail is working part-time last night.
Though I know the result and more, Braided Big Super Boobs asked for now.
"... I won. Of course not."
Bar reading response as you take your gaze off and look diagonally down. Both eyelids (eyelids) of a braided tit super big tit fall down to half of her eyes to look worse than a child.
"You don't believe me?
You must be unhappy, pointing your mouth and carrying on the words. Ponytail himself, by the way, doesn't think he lied.
"My loss."
Just the first round, but I did make him say that. And I never once said, 'I lost'.
He closed his eyes to the rest of them and cut out only here and replied, "I won." I just understand, of course, that it's a disastrous failure with my head.
"I believe you. Good for you, congratulations."
I'm not impressed at all. I give it back to you, braided tits, super big tits, and Ponytail says something. I also stop moving my mouth along the way.
He let his gaze drift into the universe to explore his memory, then exhaled small with a soothing look.
(What?)
Braided Big Super Boobs, I don't know.
"Maybe they broke the contraceptive magic."
My frightened best friend came back last night to see me at the store.
And after hearing the results of "It's OK," he sank himself to collapse on the couch in the employee lobby and couldn't get up for a while.
(Oh, not good)
She had braided tits super big tits that were leaning her neck in doubt, but she switches her mind to the look of a senior pilot who came into the room.
Because on the face that came straight this way, it said, "The job I was asking for, I think it's time to do it."
(I'll finish it. temper me)
He elbowed his still blurry best friend's arm and dropped his eyes on the paperwork.