Let Me Be Reborn

* * *

He became a powerful predator when he stood only in front of democracy.

Just as the husband who put on a lot of weight in front of his subordinates and put on a lot of pressure on his wife when he came into the house, the main relationship was so natural between the two of them.

This is learned helplessness.

She was enslaved by a master named Taun.

“Hey, here? ”

“Why? If I can't do it myself, will I tear it up? ”

The democrat hurriedly lowered his panties under the jewelry skirt because he said he was tearing his panties. Her panties are as wet as he expected. He frowned as if picking up dirt with his fingertips.

“You've lost so much of that bird like a hen. ”

“Sorry, bitch. ”

“But I can't even take my panties off. ”

He threw his panties into the back seat and said again.

“Take off your brassiere. ”

“Ah…”

Democracy was wearing a thin teat underneath the spring jamba.

Once you take off your bra, the tap will shine.

“Lord, master...”

“Come on.”

Knowing his intentions, Chan says with a pleading expression, but he growls like a ruthless tyrant.

“Or do I take it off myself? ”

“Oh, no. ”

The democracy pushes its arm hard, removing the hook and loosening the brassiere under the teat. Then I quickly jumped back in.

“No, just wear a T-shirt. ”

“Yes?”

“Haven't you heard? Just wear a T-shirt to Nobra. ”

“Ah…”

He was trying to give her a deep shame.

If the underpants were only ashamed of themselves, the underpants could recognize them even if they had a sliver of snow.

Especially if the nipples are sticking out of their clothes, like the current democracy.

“If this is the case, other people...”

“Why? Even the owner of the chicken coop has to stare. Can't you serve the man who fried 20 chickens for us for hours? ”

Forbidden.

There is no such imposition.

The owner took the money and fried the chicken as ordered.

For such a master, there was no reason for the democracy to go to get a rooster dressed in a shirt with all its nipples shining.

“Lord, master...”

“Don't cry. If you think about it, I want to stick a dildo in the hole and send it.... ah? You still have it, right? ”

“Yes?”

“At that time on the ski slopes, the deal. ”

“Ahh…”

He did not miss the lesson that democracy's gaze was briefly directed to the Dashboard. He opens the dashboard with a sly smile like a snake. Cleaning up the mess inside, he hides the power deals and remote control he used.

“Look at this. I knew it! You naughty girl. Did you really think I wouldn't notice if you hid it in plain sight? ”

“....... ”

“Spread your legs. ”

“Lord, you can't do this...”

“It won't open? Force insert?”

“Ahh…”

At this point, I had no idea whether he was acting or actually enjoying it. The democracy began to get extremely excited by the attitude of the lessons that were getting rougher.

‘Ah, the master is getting violent… ha… he's already drenched…’

When the democrat opened his legs with his no-pants, he pushed a small rotor into the hole.

“Hehe!”

“What are you doing with this? I haven't even turned it on yet. ”

As he tests the remote control, Dildo produces a distinctive vibration with a whirring motor.

“Hrrrgh!”

“You can't make that much noise. If you moan like that in front of the owner of the chicken house, you'll misunderstand. You don't want me to stab you with my fried chicken hand, do you? ”

“Ugh, no. ”

“I don't know. You're a gallows bitch. You might like it if you just shove it up somebody's ass. ”

“Ugh, no, no. Master, I'm just your dick...”

“Don't be silly. Just go get the chicken. ”

“Yes, yes. ”

The democracy leaves the door of the Helter-Skelter jewelry with a dildo in it. Early in the cold evening, the democracy in a thin layer of tea skirt looked very disgraceful.

When she saw her high heels creaking and opening the chicken coop door, she only stared at it in the car.

* * *

“Stir… chicken spells…”

Park Jong-Arm, the chairman of the chicken coop, greeted as a strange woman came in.

“Yes, sir. Fried chicken? ”

“Oh, no... huff. Twenty…”

“Oh, you ordered 20 of them. I received the payment by bank transfer earlier, I'm packing it now. Can you wait a moment?”

“... Yes, Tsk. ”

The arm tilts its head toward the anxious gaze of the young woman. She's a rare beauty in this countryside. But she seemed as if she had been sold somewhere else.

‘I don't think I drank… ugh? ’

The arms looked at the democratic consultation and doubted both eyes.

It was the tip that sprayed over her teat.

"Oh, really, Nobra? ’

The democracy shrugged even more, noticing that the owner of the chicken coop is a Nobra. Shame stimulates her athletic disposition and makes her nipples firmer. The more I did, the more I noticed the ridge rising above my clothes.

‘Ugh. Come on. He's just looking at her tits. ’

At that time, Dildo's vibration intensifies to see if the lesson in the car has tampered with the remote control. You grip the table as if democracy were to collapse on the turbulent vibrations of Dildo as if dug in.

“Ugh!”

“Sir, are you all right? ”

“Yes, yes, I'm fine. Pack it quickly. ”

“Oh, yep. ”

He tasted the democracy as his arms twisted his legs.

‘Wow, fuck. I wish I'd fucked a girl like that once. With a little face...’

His arms glanced away, switching on the emergency lights outside the window and hammering the parked car. Of course, there will be approval as long as you're here for the chicken.

He thought, looking at the young man sitting in the driver's seat.

Is that your boyfriend? Lucky bastard. ’

“Sir, I'm all packed. Can I get you to your car? ”

“Yes. Hmmm... yes. Can you do that for me?"

“Can I put it in the back of the car? ”

“Yes… Haang. I'm sorry. ”

“Oh, no. I got plenty of chicken and coke for the service. ”

A couple of large boxes of acorns carry all the chicken.

“Goodbye, then. ”

As soon as the democracy got into the vehicle, the car left. He looks at the miniature car and mutters, holding the stuffed object with his hands.

“... What a lovely looking bitch. Tsk.”

* * *

“Aha, master. I thought you were ashamed of yourself! ”

“Well done. You've raised the vibrations to the top, but you've been quiet and patient." ”

“Ugh, well, how do you make noise in there? When I found out the owner of the chicken coop was that Nobra, I stared at him...”

“So, did you like it? It's more exciting, right?”

“... Yes. ”

“I knew it. You're a natural slut, and when people give you nasty eyes to fuck you, your teeth start rattling around. ”

“Well, I just want to stick it to the owner. I don't like other men. ”

[You have an unusual talent for teaching assistants. Hanging a democratic ocean like that...]

‘I'm amazed. How can he be so clingy with me after all he's done with me... How much longer till he reaches S? ’

[You have just earned more than 95% on the previous figure play. It's about achieving the other five percent.]

‘There's an idea too. ’

He said.

“I'm on my way out. Should I have a chicken? ”

“Would you like that? I'll put it in your mouth because you're driving. ”

Democracy responded with a clear voice as to when. The smell of freshly fried chicken spread in the car when I came in the back seat with a small box.

She picks as much flesh as she can and puts it in the mouth of her driving lessons.

“Eat it, it's very light. ”

“Thank you.”

Why did he take the hard chicken?

But then, shortly, his true nature appeared.

“... But, you know, it's a little stiff without the chicken beef. ”

“Oh, I'll be right with you. ”

The democracy has now unpacked the chicken radish. She was worried that the soup would overflow while driving, and poured chicken soup into an empty paper cup that had been hung on the vehicle holder.

He stared at him silently, and he was annoyed.

“What? I like wet radishes. Why are you emptying the soup without permission? ”

“Oh, I'm sorry. I was just in case it got spilled in the car. Do you want a new one?”

“... Done. ”

As he became uncomfortable, the democracy was agitated again.

He was a self-supporting democracy when he had a bit of a bad taste.

“Oh, I'm so sorry to be so empty, my lord. ”

“What are you going to do now? ”

“Yes?”

“You've thrown away the chicken soup. You're responsible. ”

“So new...”

“No, I've got a better idea. ”

Suddenly, he blinks emergency and stops the vehicle by the side of the road. It was the entrance to the campground.

“Why are you here...”

“Now that you've emptied the soup, we should get back to work. Kang Min-joo, put one leg on the dashboard. ”

“Hey, is this it? ”

“Yeah, wide open. That's right."

When I put it up on the dashboard in my no-pants state, the interior of my body is exposed. Her hole, drawn by a motorized dildo, is bursting with dark liquid.

“I was hoping I could have a dip here. ”

“Yes, yes?! ”

The democracy screams without even knowing it.

“Stop, you didn't hit me there, Chicken Moo...”

“Why? I think your treasure tastes better than chicken soup. No?”

When he asks me if I can't, there is only one answer.

“No matter how much...”

“What? No? ”

When he asked if he hated it, the answer was also set.

“Lord, master...”

“Why do you talk so much? If I want to put it in, put it in. ”

He picks up a piece of chicken radish and sticks it straight into the hole of democracy.

“Ugh!”

“Let's see how many go in there. ”

“Lord, Lord! ”

“Two, three, four…”

The more he stabbed the chicken beef, the more the democracy trembled. This was the first humiliation I had ever experienced.

There are many cases where food is inserted into a woman's hole.

It was cucumber, it was branch.

Sometimes he had sausages, and some even put a bottle of beer with a lid on it.

But chicken moo!

Chicken soup?

Democracy cried with unbearable virtue and shame.

"Ugh… The owner is really…"

His body that was excited about this situation was cursed.

He measured enough chicken beef.) I left the car again. Then I skipped the metallurgical chicken until I went back to the campsite.

“Well, I think the radish is better because it's soaked in foreign body. ”

“Ugh.”

“Don't cry. If you empty it out, I won't plug it in. ”

“I'm sorry."

[... Oh, what a wonderful idea. How did you get chicken beef there?]

Was it bad this time? I'm really sorry, too. But if we don't do this, the S rank will be too much. ’

[However, it turned out exactly as you expected. You even made it to S Geiger Nose 100.]

"Phew. I have to serve the poor democracy properly." ’

He parked in the right corner of his fancy. Everyone was moving to the tent village, so there was no one in the fashion. When he arrived at the campsite, he spoke politely.

“Assistant teacher. You mind if I take a bath in those panties? ”

“Ugh, yeah. You haven't showered yet? ”

“Yes, and I'm sorry, but I'm going to wash you, too. Because she's a woman anyway, so you're going to be sharing a room with the professor. ”

“Ah… ugh, yeah. ”

Democracy was once again inspired by the fact that the lesson of pretending to be a glorious conqueror directly washes away. He seemed like a natural sadist, how well he could control such power.

The two entered the fashion where the democracy lived: a two-story multi-story structure, two professors on the first floor, and a democratic room on the second floor.

“You go in first. I'll follow.”

“Ugh, yeah. ”

A democracy who had already taken off his underwear went into the bathroom first, and after a while, he followed the naked doctrine. The democracy who saw his flesh was strongly erected trembled.

‘Ugh... My master's stuff is great anytime. ’

“Hot water's good, right? ”

“Yes.”

He took a shower and sprinkled water on democracy. Then I took a bar of soap and painted all over her body. Nevertheless, the soap slipped relentlessly on the soft skin of democracy. A moderately foaming lesson is to put down the soap and massage her with bare hands.

“Hmmm…”

“What do you think? Because I wash it for you? ”

“Joe, great. My Lord."

“You don't have to call me master here. Sing comfortably.”

“Go, all of a sudden...”

“Just this once. ”

He had already achieved S, so he was no longer willing to play assistant. Also, I didn't want to be rough with her anymore because I was human sorry for poking her.

His hand slides downward and digs into the cracked valley.

“We need to concentrate on washing this place. ”

“Huff... do, Dorhoon. ”

“I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to do that...”

“Oh, it's okay. I know you don't mean me great. ”

A democracy gives a sudden kiss to the charm of learning to shake her. The two of them mingled in the hot steam.

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