King of Shadows

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Sherry opens her insides as if for the first time in her life, she was Bo-ran, who gave Shu a negative answer. She gives a cheerful smile, revealing a dewy, melted cheese-like liquid.

"You would have made a wise choice. I have a substitute, even if I'm not my mother."

"I like that you're both enthusiastic, but you've both decided to be mine."

Sitting on his upper body, he moved his lower back more strongly. You tuck the item in with all your might so that no other sound comes from the shoe's mouth. Shoe hugged him with a loud sound of pain as he reached the tip of his head through his spine. Her legs were as smooth as art sculptures and wrapped around her waist.

"You're greedy. You don't want to give or keep. But you're not so bad yourself. You can covet me all you want."

Sihyun rubs her chest, craving Shu's lips. His touch was as careful as handling something that would melt away in an instant. Shoe bursts into elasticity. It was because his back was shaking roughly like a beast, and his hands were as delicate as that of a potter.

Shoe fell in love with new pleasures and wrapped his arms around his neck. And I tightened both legs even harder. Like a snake copulating, Shoe combined with Shi Hyun sighed deeply. He also let out a hot breath while shaking his shoulders. Soft women who could not feel the bones and muscles gave great satisfaction just by holding them.

"Hehe, it's getting bigger inside... Hehe."

Through many relationships with men, women who evolved to their limit caused a different change as their sex intensified. A white liquid begins to form on the tip of the shoe's nipple. The white liquid soon flowed over the damp skin.

Every time the shoe's body moves up and down, a white liquid scatters from the tip of the nipple. A sweet fragrance that stimulates males. As he looks at the liquid falling over his chest, he realizes it's breast milk. Sihyun kissed the cheek of a slightly red shoe.

"Is this coming out, too?"

"Because she's the mother of so many children. It's rare to get out before I think about it. You can be proud of yourself because you're that good. It's worth writing down what gets me out here."

His thighs twitched as he patted his butt. It was a little stimulus, but it was enough to detonate the accumulated pleasure-sense. It was breastfeeding without even knowing it.

At its peak, the shoe's back is bent like an arch. Her breath builds up in her lungs, and she cries out in a heartbeat. The pleasure that struck her rose in stages to the waves.

The breast milk also flowed down onto Shoe's chest as if the weir had broken. When he saw the white solid line drawn on the colored skin, he cleared the solid line with his tongue as if he had been seduced by something.

As the hot tongue passed by, the shoe shivered over the skin as smooth as silk. A demonstration of the deep stuff grabbed Shoe's chest blindly. Shoe smiled faintly as he put his nipple in his mouth and watched the demonstration that began to suck.

"So you haven't had a mother since you were a kid? I can't help it. I'll be your mother if you want me to. Feel free to treat them."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Xihyun scolded Shu, but his behavior remained unchanged. You just stick to his chest and widen his area. Sherry looks at the unexpected side of the demonstration. Shoe glanced at Sherry's side face and whispered as he approached her ear.

"Hehe, do you like your mother's milk so much? But you can't just lick it like that. You have to shake your waist hard to satisfy her."

Shoe smiles gracefully and strokes his head, craving his chest. Her sternum was touched by a breath of lust and lust, but even she accepted it as a stimulus.

"It's just curious, so don't get the wrong idea."

A sober demonstration suddenly spoke, but no one believed him. Sihyun sighs, shaking his back as if he were redeeming his own predicament. The shoe, which has been run up and stabbed with hot insides like hot water, trembles. He climbed the last staircase.

"... Hmmm, baby. I love it. Just a little more, a little more, a little more!"

I grabbed him and scratched his back, holding him at a massive pleasure to penetrate the crown. And shortly after, milk gushed from her breasts. A profound eruption that is nothing compared to what has been spilled. When she saw the white liquid rising sharply, she naturally asked Shoe's chest into her mouth.

Gulp, gulp. Slash your breasts as much as you want, and milk the door with milk. He is intoxicated by the sweetness that irritates his tongue, and dips his seed into his body.

It was the fourth event, but the strength did not diminish at all. The object that pierced Shu's insides more fiercely than the first time even spilled a drop of liquid into the deepest part. Shoe tightened his thighs and wanted as many healthy seeds to come in as possible.

"There was so much heat in my belly."

Sihyun, who had vomited his lust and lust to Shua and Sherry, lay on the bed with a light expression. But Shuuwa Sherry didn't see him resting. The women who caused the demonstration overlapped their bodies facing each other. Sherry in bed and shoe on top of her. They glanced at him with a gentle expression, facing the hidden areas.

"My Lord, I was not satisfied."

"So am I. I hope you didn't put all your strength into it just four times, honey."

Sherry was desperate, unlike a grumpy expression, and Shoe spoke provocatively, unlike a naïve smile. She smiled at her daughters and mothers who were clearly alike but giving off other charms.

"No way."

Sihyun reaches out to Shu and Sherry, hugging each other, grabbing their butts. A warm and resilient lump of flesh splits through his fingers. Despite the exhaustion of ordinary men, Xi Hyun's goods remained strong.

Xi Hyun stretched his lower back toward the hidden area of Shu and Sherry. An unusually large object enters the mother's bowels and reaches their greasy abdomen. A large object moves back and forth through the clitoris of Shu and Sherry. I roamed between the vagina as if it were a burning.

"I have no choice but to inflict that kind of punishment on the wicked."

The time axis twists as Sugar shakes his hand. And at the same time, the world slowed down indefinitely. Sihyun notices what Shu wants at once.

"Put everything you have into it. I won't let you go until I'm satisfied."

"I want you to engrave my insides with your master. Violent enough to change its shape..."

Shu and Sherry whisper. A woman who is not forgetting the pleasures until just now and is hot. Sihyun, drawn by the scent emanating from Shuwa Sherry, caught a sturdy object. There was still a lot of time, and the night was long.

/319

Early on, the Waitleys were the landowners of the Dungeons. I was famous for being a famous artist. Of course, with the exception of that rhetoric, the Waitley was a place where talent was recognized by the world of bad debts. Genealogy, talent, people and the environment. Even though I was blessed in every way, it was no exaggeration.

But it was all just an honor long ago. Hundreds of years later, the Waitley fell to hell. Abandoning tradition and capital, all they got was obsession and madness.

He fell into a field called magic or mado, and began to walk the path of collapse. The Waitleys try to catch the edge of the unknown, but their hands are covered in dust.

There can't be magic in this world. Reality was a place of logic and reason. Unfortunately, the Waitleys repeated the same mistake. He left everything to hope for the same day.

It was only a large mansion, one by one, piled up and left on the Waitley Road. But it wasn't even intact. The unmanned garden was so dense that the weeds grew that it covered the mansion, and the vines that grew up on its long fence built an eclectic atmosphere. Even if I got lost, no one would be able to get there.

All who knew the Waitleys' roots and glory had long since died. The name Waitley Street has disappeared into history. The count was skewed, and the members were only a few left. No, there were very few left.

Looking up at the dreary night sky where crows and owls fly, 'Cruwell Waitley' turned his head. Living in a mansion built on a hill where no one would come, he has been obsessed with one area for a long time. It's magic. It's in a realm that humans don't understand. As a descendant of the Waitleys, Cruwell believed in the magical existence.

I believed in magic that penetrated the universe and opposed logic and providence, not aesthetic ability-stigma, which is expressed based on the raw materials of thought. It was not an ambiguous judgment. It wasn't brainwashed by the Waitleys.

Cruwell, he was convinced of the existence of magic with an objective and cold-hearted reason. He will, too, because the magic evidence was in his hands. A clue to the truth that the Waitleys have reached the end of Heman for centuries. Cruwell was an acid witness who handed over the clue.

"Necronomicon."

Much thicker than an adult male's hand. The book contains stories of areas where no human being can reach. It was information about 'transcendent things' that could never be reached even if science progressed for thousands of years or tens of thousands of years.

Although it was not an original - Al Azif - but an English-written copy - Cruwell was satisfied that his path was not wrong.

But that was 25 years ago. I can see there's a path, but Crowell can't go any further. I realized that there are areas that humans couldn't reach, but the plan for how to get there was not part of the plan.

You have to understand what you don't understand to understand what you don't understand. Crowell cringed over a situation of overlapping contradictions. However, this situation did not begin with his lack.

"Not enough. Not enough. Poor, lacking."

The Necronomycon, which was translated into English in the early days, was lacking somewhere. He is a space that cannot be filled and that can only be explained by God. After 25 years of research, Cruwell realizes that the book itself is defective, and cries out for an insatiable thirst.

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