"Mi-qin, hey, stop it! Ugh."
I cover the microphone part of my phone with my hands and scream at Miki. [M]
My mouth is the only thing I can use that holds my feet tight with both hands.
But that's why it's horrible to suddenly fumble in your mouth.
"Mm... big... mmm..."
My cock is big even when it's normal.
That's the same length and thickness as when the Japanese had an erection.
Meiqin talks with my cock in her mouth.
"This, um... when I grow up... I can't..."
"Stop it! Why are you doing this!
But Mi-qin doesn't answer.
The warmth of my mouth crawls up from the meat stick.
My hips pulled, but the more I tried to escape, the deeper Mi-qin swept into my mouth.
"Sorry... my cat"
There is no other way.
Let's do something nice and make a phone call with Jouda.
"Huh? Does Okaya's house have a cat?
I don't have it.
"Me, the cat, you like it, there's two of us."
Not good.
None is going to be long.
"Phew."
'Huh?'
I got a weird voice.
Meiqin licked the tip of the meat stick with a hardened tongue.
Feels good enough to be cold sweaty.
The demon inside me whispers that he will just drown in comfort.
Angels are absent. I just have to step on my own.
"What's wrong? The cat licked you?
Jouda gives a convenient interpretation.
Well, I'm not wrong.
Meiqin is like a cat.
"Oh, yeah...... eh, idiot, don't"
"Cute cat?
Feels good.
Finally, the meat stick started its erection.
Mi-qin opens her eyes when she realizes it.
"Oh, she's cute..."
Mei Qin is cute.
He caressed Miqin's head with the hand of someone who didn't have a cell phone by accident.
Mi-qin lay her eyes down looking illuminated as she turned the meat stick that was getting bigger.
"Hey, you want to see my cat too?
Jouda asks questions.
I can only give a brief reply.
"Oh, well..."
Kuchi-kun, kuchi-kun.
Meiqin uses plenty of saliva to lick the turtle head area around.
Fluffiness strikes me like my body floated, and the meat stick becomes just an organ that devours pleasure.
"Then I'll send you a picture! Right now, you're in my room. Wait a minute. '
Jouda hung up with a happy voice.
He cut it on his own even if this one didn't try.
I'm relieved for now.
The problem is Mi-qin turning the meat stick.
I guess my erection is pretty advanced and my miqin is at its limit.
He distorts his expression so painfully.
"Enough, mouth, let go"
But my kindness was ignored.
Mi-qin covers her neck and looks at me with her nagging eyes.
And I tried to say something.
"Mmmm... mmm, mmm"
"Don't talk in that state! Lovely, already!
When I unleashed my phone on my desk, I squealed Mi-qin's head in both hands.
Mi-qin doesn't wear a meat stick even though she doesn't like it when she wipes her neck off.
He manages to irritate me as he pushes his little tongue hard against his turtle head.
"Meiqin... Feel no..."
"... mmm... ha"
That seems to have been the limit.
When I let the meat stick out of my mouth, Mi-qin stared at me.
"Hey! Jaw, because it comes off! What? This is so big!
"Sorry."
"But it's grown..."
He took his hand off my leg and touched Mi-qin's huge cock with his fingertips.
Tingling and slight electrical irritation run.
"Ugh, it moved... wow..."
Meiqin's mouth, which looked at the meat bars intriguingly, was lit with saliva.
"Meiqin..."
"What?
I have eyes for Mi-qin under my desk.
Really looks like a cat. It's a cat with his eyes rounded by being called by his name.
"Come out, it's narrow there, isn't it?
I slipped my chair when I stood up. [M]
Mi-qin in jersey comes out from under the desk on all fours.
And I got on my knees. Of course, my son is waiting in front of me.
"So?"
Finish your eyes and stare at me, Meiqin.
Mi-qin's short dark hair is messed up because she has her head sneezed.
My face is bright red to the neck. I was sweating naggingly because I was under my desk.
"Grip me..."
"Huh?"
"Grip me, lick my tip"
"What are you talking about, you idiot!
What am I really saying? [M]
When I thought so, my phone informed me of the incoming email.
Calm down at once.
"Right, you're an idiot, I..."
Reach out and get the phone on your desk.
It would be an e-mail from Castle Field.
"Sorry...... forget it"
Mi-qin looked at me in a grumpy way.
He's just mad at what I said.
I saw an email to get out of Mi-qin's eyes.
> Ghan (# ^. ^ #)
> My little ones - ♪
A photograph was attached after that wording.
It's a picture of a round fat black cat and a skinny brown cat sleeping intertwined in their bed.
It must have been taken in the castle room.
It also reflected the arms of the burnt castle fields on the day he stroked the cat.
"Ahhh! Already!"
I heard a voice. It's Meikin's voice.
I'll take a look at it as a haha.
Meiqin was staring at me with her cheeks swollen.
Pretty angry.
But originally, it's bad that Mi-qin forced my cock.
"Is this what I'm supposed to do?
Mi-qin has been gripping the trunk of the meat stick with an angry face.
"Hey!"
"Just shut up! Shut up already!
After shouting, Mi-qin started licking her tip with her meat stick in her grip.
Focus lick the tyrosis and urethral section.
The chill-like pleasure covered the area around the waist.
My face is angry but my tongue moves healthy and hard.
I was strangely excited about the contradictory behavior. [M]
"Nchu...... Mmm-hmm"
"Oh, Mi-qin, look at me"
"Huh? What? Very?"
The tone was clinging, but there was joy seeping into Mi-qin's eyes as she stared at me.
"Here... I want you to move your hands"
I explained the cell phone I had on the meat stick.
While lurking his eyebrows, Mi-qin begins to crease the meat stick as she was told.
Miqin herself moistens the meat stick in the wet with her own saliva.
It's such a fantastic sight.
"Lick me."
It felt good.
Mi-qin's hands are tiny.
You can't completely grip my erect cock.
But the unevenness of the stimulus fuelled the excitement.
"Chu, n, n, n"
With a tongue that only goes out of your mouth, Mi-qin licks the tortoise head.
It was so irritating that my hips pulled off.
Childhood tampering, which until recently had never been conscious as heterosexual.
The harp is now licking my cock. [M]
My brain was going to panic about so much.
"Ah... feels no... wow, good"
"Mm, mmm, mmm, mmm"
Are you tired of moving only your tongue?
Mi-qin moves with her face.
It was then.
The phone I was holding with my hand rang.
Has Jouda called because he hasn't heard back yet?
That's what I thought, but it wasn't. Email.
> Yes! Are you coming to us tomorrow?
> That way you can see the cat, right?
> Yes, let's make a decision ('ω') no
I accidentally looked at the email.
Then Mi-qin took advantage of it to speed up his hand.
And the tortoise head area was buckled and swept in my mouth.
"Whoa, whoa?
My back crushed by the sudden irritation, and I sat down on the floor.
My phone drops from my hand.
"Meiqin..."
Mei Qin crawls on all fours and approaches my meat stick.
When I grabbed the trunk of the meat stick so that I could catch on to something, I began to crease again.
I just had to enjoy Mi-qin's actions.