Let Me Be Reborn

# Countermeasures

As she flashes through the latrine door, lust spills again.

Her breasts are still damp, reminiscent of fresh live fish.

Gulp

'I want to eat again.'

Her naked body was washed clean and forced to reset sage time.

The pillar twitches over your underpants.

A great [victen] ascending and descending from the political realm these days.

"Brother, can I have my clothes..."

Harin asks again, but pretends not to hear it.

Now I have eyes but I can't see, and ears but I can't hear.

I'm a dangerous beast.

I threw down my pants as I approached the bathroom door.

Once angry symbols get caught in their trousers, they start perpendicular pearl movements.

"Ah. Oh, brother."

"Why are you the only one washing? I'm gonna wash up, too."

"Well, I'll, I'll go."

"No, you stay there."

"Yes?"

I leaned in wickedly.

As two naked people enter the cramped bathroom, the density is rapidly dragged up. The steam created by the hot water created a dreamy atmosphere filled inside the bathroom.

Nice background!

The second round is up.

"Let's wash together."

"I already washed..."

"Then wash me off."

Your instincts are making sense. Concerns about setting up a relationship with her have long since flown to Andromeda. I'll think about it after I get rid of the water.

"I'm ashamed..."

Harin hides his chest and bottom with his hands in a crooked stance.

However, my breasts were so big that they couldn't be covered.

Suddenly, the moment I saw her breasts, I remembered what I wanted to do.

"Harina, can you wash this for me?"

I pointed to a standing symbol.

Harin is embarrassed, but this time he grabbed things voluntarily.

"No, not by hand."

"Really?"

"To the chest."

"Yes? How did you..."

"Body shower in my chest."

"Ah…"

I squeezed the body shower into my hands and rubbed it against her chest. The bubbles rose and my hands slipped from her chest.

"Huh..."

I thought you said your heart was touching. I feel pretty good. '

I took the ball and touched her breasts.

Just as the pianist's hand dances on the keyboard, Harin's instrument produces a sensational sound based on the movement of the fingertips of his hands. It sounds perfect enough without tuning.

"Suck."

"Haang."

"Hing..."

After finishing the massage, I took down the toilet cover and sat down on it. I thought plastic might break, but that's not the point right now.

"Come over here."

Was love satisfactory enough?

Harin knelt before me like a devout servant.

"Yes. In that state, put mine between my breasts."

"Ilke?"

Harin stepped out and put my things between his breasts. But it felt like something was missing.

"Can I have some more boobs?"

"Yes."

Harin pulls his chest together with open arms as if he were holding his armpits. Then the slick, soft flesh pressed my symbol to the left and to the right.

"Well... good. Shake it like this."

"I don't know how to do this."

"Up and down, moving your body. That's it. Good job."

I stroked her head like a dog. In my encouragement, Harin waved his torso harder. After the bean disappears like a crab between a giant tomb, it throws its head back into prison. It seems stimulating and I feel a little exhausted without even knowing it.

'Clearly, the lactation is very visually exciting.'

But that was 2% too bad.

Harin's skill is the same, but it's not enough to get him wet in the first place.

A wet cave is narrower than the crack in the sternum and more slippery than the body shower.

"Would you like to stand up now?"

She stands up gently as if she were a good listener. It seemed to adapt quickly to my attitude that had turned into a command pair.

"Turn around."

"Behind?"

"Yes."

As she turns around, I stick my finger under her butt.

"Huh!"

"You're soaking wet. I got the affection. Why are you so excited?"

"... I don't know."

"You can put this in right away. Sit up."

"Again, again?"

"And you thought you'd only do it once?"

"It wasn't like that… it's Mom!"

I grabbed her waist with both hands and pulled her right down. She is furious, but calmly empowered, and follows me into my lead.

"I'm putting it in now."

"Yi, in this position?"

"Behind the scenes is fun."

Pueuk

My stiffened pillar digs into her insides.

It was a lot easier than the first time because it was clearly cleared once.

"Tsk!"

Harin groans strangely. Is it too deep?

But it was never a painful feeling. Rather, it was more of an excitement.

Repeating her holding and holding the waist, her breath quickly becomes rougher.

"Kuang"

"Better than before, right? Doesn't it hurt?"

"Hac... yes... good, brother. Please continue."

Her groaning became more intense, as if she were less ashamed of her backward posture. When I let go of her hand, Harin tried to fend for himself. I became somewhat proud of my desire for pleasure.

"Well, that's good learning. Clearly, children have a taste for teaching. '

Pot. Pot.

The sound of wet flesh striking the toilet is spicy.

Naughty and obscene.

"Ha, ha..."

However, I was afraid that the toilet would collapse to finish in this position.

It was originally made for people to sit, but anyway, the toilet seat is for one person.

When I got up with the item tucked in, Harin crouched and nodded.

"Grab the wall."

"Yes."

As Harin pushes the tile forward, I grab her waist and start a strong piston vagina. Reaching forward at the waist and pulling her body with both hands, a deep insertion was made, as if the object was touching the tip of the uterus.

Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle

"Haang, you're so... strong."

Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle

"Haha. Deep."

Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle

"Oh, brother... ugh. Harin, go! Go!"

Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo!

I pulled out the item just before I could feel the emotion. It lasted until the last time I almost got wrapped up in my asshole.

Phuhat

The semen shoots like a bullet and reaches her neck.

Harin sat still, and I fell to the ground as well, clutching her.

I said as I felt her beating heart.

"... Sorry. I have to wash again, you."

* * *

After the shower, we talked for a long time.

"I liked him a lot. So at first, I wanted to do it with my brother."

Mostly she talked and I listened.

I was more of a monologue than a conversation.

"... I don't regret it. I gave it to someone I really like."

Her expression was unbelievably bold for 20 years. Like someone who's been ready to do that from the start.

"But I'm not going out with you. I'm not confident in long-distance relationships."

"I see."

"I like you a lot now, but I might just make a boyfriend when I go to college."

I was a little jealous of that.

"It's hard to find a man my size."

"I know, but I like a boyfriend I can see every day. I want to have a great first relationship."

"So, when you go to college, you don't want to see me?"

"If you go back to school, you'll stop going. Do you think we'll meet?"

"Quitting the store doesn't mean I can't see you."

"I'm not sure. But if you have a boyfriend..."

Knowing her openness, I made a cool suggestion.

"What's the point of not having a boyfriend? Can't I meet someone?"

"Blood... you're greedier than you look."

"Let's go to college sometime. You'll come up to Seoul often anyway. I have so much I want to tell you."

"Was it something you had to learn?"

"Yeah, sex is practice. Oh, this is going to cost you extra..."

"Hing. You're letting me know for free."

"Yeah, well. Harin will do it specially for you for free. Just get yourself together."

"Thank you."

After she left home, I enjoyed the feeling of being pushed around for a while.

I felt much more frustrated because the problem to be responsible was surprisingly easily solved.

'That's openness A, I dare say. Is that what all the kids are doing these days?'

[Not irrelevant. Anyway, I think it's a good thing, sir.]

'Anyway, this looks like a 20-year-old sexist. You have Su-yeon, right?'

[It would be nice to target the same woman several times, but it would not help to achieve the Great Work.]

'I know. But you have to water the flowers sometimes. Otherwise it will wither away.'

[I pray that your energy remains intact.]

"Energy? That's neat. '

I spread Harin's washcloth on the drying rack and put my hands in my trousers.

My strong Junior suddenly regained his strength and trembled. Clearly, the resilience of the early 20s is surprising.

Then the phone rings.

Department offices

"The academy office?"

[This is the National Guard's Gymnastics Education and Office Number.]

Is it because of your return to school? A mature woman's voice echoes as she answers the phone.

You're Lee Do-hoon's student number, right?

"Yes, but?"

Yeah, I'm the assistant secretary. You're not joining us this time? I didn't hear back from you yesterday. If you're going back to school, you should look up to your seniors.

By the way, Harin isn't the only one going to Saturn.

Why didn't I think of that?

"What's Satyr's date?"

Yeah, next week, Waldo, it's a two-night, three-day gig in Gangwon Province. There's a ski resort around here, so you can bring your gear.

Hmm. I feel like something's about to happen.