Momentum was well pierced by the meat bars. To much shock, Sylvie breathes. The heat and hardness, not very but unlikely, that I had just exhaled greed, was filling my vagina.

"Hih... ahhh"

Grasp the linen in an aggressive manner. Coincidentally, but dressed to stick his hips out. Arthur holds Silvi's hips and begins to draw hard.

"Hih......! Ah! Ah!

Because the angle is different from earlier, or the way the meat stick is hit changes. As the meat stick rubs up the vaginal wall, the pleasure quickly runs through.

"Ahhh...! hey oh......!

A meat stick slaps the back of your vagina. I'm about to reach too much shock.

"Hmmm...... strong...... hey...... i'm gonna yi again......! Arthur... why..."

He grips the linen, choking and crying in the joy of constantly attacking him. There is no strength in the body.

The meat stick rubs up relentlessly the vagina that slipped better with what Arthur spit out.

"Ahem... already...!

I tremble when my body swoops. Arthur said he is desperate to scatter pleasure and endure the stimuli that can be given.

"It's your fault"

"Sorry... what... Hin"

His chest was eagled from behind, and Sylvie turned her back.

Arthur said as he crawled his lips on her back like that.

"I'm going home, because I don't know what to say. I was glad. Finally you are mine, both physically and mentally. Yet you try to leave lightly. You want to take a bath? Then it's in my room too, so I'll let you in as much as I want later. You can go to the big bath you came in front of. As I was saying to the Marquis, I'll keep in touch with you, so be nice - drown in me."

"Hih...!

I was pounded deepest and the stars scattered behind my eyes.

It reaches lightly and the honeypot contracts. Arthur sounded comfortable.

"Huh...! It really feels so funny in you... There are innumerable pieces of hot meat involved.... It's going to be a habit"

"Hia... ahhh... no, Arthur... because I'm yi..."

"So what's up"

"Ah!"

I was squeezed around with a grime and a meat stick pressed against the back of my vagina. The hand that was grabbing my breasts handles my nipples and stands. Silvi snorted at the stimulus given by the two places.

My stomach is terribly hot. Every time a meat stick passes, it tightens unconsciously.

Sylvie repeated the light peak over and over.

(Ya... no, this... feels too good... what is it? Why does it feel so good... it's only the second time...)

It's good to be judged with a meat stick inside. It should just hurt to be poked in the back of your vagina, but the more you poke me, the more comfortable you get.

(You know, I feel it inside from the start... not... oh, no! Feels good!)

With the pleasure of wanting to give up his thoughts, Silvi was stunned with his linen in his grip.

Feels good. Feels too good, doesn't make sense.

I want to swing my hips. Arthur says "I like you" or "I love you" from behind, but Silvi barely heard me flying about half my consciousness.

"Hiu... Yikes... Yikes again..."

When I complain in tears, Arthur laughs furiously.

"I'll let you do whatever you want. Fly full."

"Ohhhhh!

The moment I thought I was pressed against my hips, the meat stick swelled up and sputtered cloudiness into the depths. I can see the dokundokun and the meat stick pulsating. The splash filled the back of my belly. Take that, and Sylvie will have a fierce peak as well.

"Huh!!"

Gakun Gakun and his whole body shake. Tired of an overly intense exchange, Silvi fell straight into bed.

"Ha... ya... no more... no more..."

I told you I wanted you to be nice, but you flew too far from the start.

My whole body is attacked by a fierce sense of vanity. Too much fatigue, drowsiness hit me.

Yeah, I certainly can't do this without staying. Where Sylvie thought she couldn't go home, Arthur started waving again.

"Hih!? Ah, Arthur?

"Not enough. Not enough at all."

"Ya... hey... me, first time... ahhh"

Arthur leaves it inserted from behind Silvi, who falls down slowly. Arthur's temperature felt on his back. Arthur, who assembled Silvi from behind, whispered in Silvi's ear as he slowly unplugged the meat stick.

"- Until morning, I told you I'd crush you, didn't I?

"Huh!"

Arthur laughs contentedly when he sees Silvi stunned.

"We still have plenty of time. Enough to make you remember my form, huh?

"Ya... you know, I don't... I don't need... Mm-hmm."

They ate my ears, and I got a sweet voice.

The meat stick, as always, conveys pleasure. I'm going to be dazed by the sound of a gucci mixed with love liquid and cloudiness and the situation I'm in.

(What... until morning... wait? You're lying, right? It's not a game, is it? It's real, isn't it? It was all different, wasn't it? How come this is the only place with the game! You don't need a stunning Arthur!!)

"Silvi... my Silvi... I will never let you go again. From now on, I'll adore you every day. Give me a hug and get pregnant soon..."

I'm too scared of Arthur squeaking in a grumpy voice.

I don't even know what it means to be engaged every day or something.

I wanted to escape somehow and scratched the algae trying so hard to escape from under Arthur, but in vain.

Arthur, who was comfortable on his back, inserts his arm from both armpits of Silvi and captures her arm disappointingly so that he cannot escape.

"I won't let you get away with it"

"Hih! Ya......! Oh hey......! Hips, don't move... if you can't do it anymore..."

It was a sincere word, but Arthur laughed off.

"Don't lie. It's more complicated in you than it was earlier, and it's tangled up in mine. He wants more. I'm just responding to that."

"Chi, chi... Mm-hmm, hi. There, no!

I can rub a meat stick on a weak spot. As soon as there was joy, there were zero tears of joy.

(also, why...! Why do you feel so good! I'm tired already but I'm sleepy but my body seems to be happy on its own......)

I could also cry out if there was pain, but the honeypot is unraveled and I don't feel any pain or other dew pit. It just feels good.

"Hih... mmm... ahhh"

"Silvi...... its sweet voice, let me hear more"

"Hi-ha-ha... hi-ha-ha"

Arthur flirts with me. Silvi, with a stopped head of thought, decided to let go of reason quickly, thinking that he would take it personally already.