Let Me Be Reborn

One more step, one more step.

The democracy took a step, caring about keeping its crotch as far as possible. Then the thighs and thighs touch and the legs converge inward. The lesson of seeing him burst into his heart, but he held back his smile while biting his teeth tightly.

“Big, sorry, sir. I turn off the screen. ”

“No. All you have to do is run the prints again, okay? ”

A democrat who had barely reached the counter took his finger to a cell phone fingerprint recognition device. The discipline also expressed gratitude without the heart.

“Thank you. You introduced me to the eggplant today, but I don't know if you're getting too much. ”

“It's all right. I'm buying you a successor. ”

While preparing the bread ordered by the cashier, he took his hand over the butt of the democracy. I swept democracy's lustful buttocks over my skirt as if I were committing adultery.

“The assistant teacher is also a big supporter, right? ”

“Ah, ah! ”

As he grabbed his voracious buttocks, the heart of democracy sank. I didn't expect to act this extraordinarily in public places.

“Degrees, Degrees · · · ·. ”

When the democracy was frustrated, the discipline whispered to me directly.

“I was checking to see if I was wearing panties. Relax.”

“· · · No, I took it off. ”

“You're a good listener. ”

“It's the Lord's command. ”

“Remember, the moment you drop your lipstick. ”

He squeezes his throat with his bare hands. "Queek." The democracy gives you a frightened nod. He takes a step back as if nothing had happened again.

“By the way, I got the part time. ”

“Part-time?”

“Yes, Friday and Saturday night work only. ”

“Why all of a sudden? ”

“I just need some allowance. ”

Well, it's all about the money.

Democracy said in a sad voice.

“If you need extra money, you can just talk to me. · · ”

Whatever it is, working twice a week is not going to be a big deal. The lowest hourly rate is less than KRW 500,000 per month. It was hard to get more than 60.

Democracy would rather hand the money over to him and do whatever it takes to be with him. No, I didn't care about the million won. If I could hold him twice a week, it would never be big money.

“Why does Sam give me allowance? ”

“Just · · · ·. I work too hard at night. The convenience store from last time? ”

“No, it's just a bar. ”

“Ahh · · ·. I guess it's like serving. ”

I was actually going as a hoppers player, but he didn't really reveal the details of the innards.

“Anyway, I don't think we have time for dinner on the weekends anymore. ”

Sounds like a clean wall for a democracy who was secretly looking forward to tonight. The reason I brought up the Alba story was like refusing to complete democracy.

“Ahh · · ·. What time are you going to work? ”

Democracy asked with a nervous voice.

“It's your first day, so if you want something done, 7: 00 or 8: 00? Anyway, let's do what the boss asks. ”

“· · Right. ”

The democracy has identified a watch on his wrist.

It was still about lunch, so I still had time to get home. However, I was very happy to meet him after work.

‘I wanted to be with you tonight for a long time · · · ’

The democracy asked him for a job.

Campaign model Alba may not be a lot of money, but it was a substantial remuneration for students compared to filming in less than an hour.

Of course, I expected a countermeasure, but from the beginning, the attitude of the doctrine of cutting the buds seemed insidious.

A democrat who was in a sudden mood came up with the big idea.

“Oh, I could leave early. ”

“Early retirement?”

“Yes. I'm not busy these days. A little visit to the hospital · · ·. ”

“I see. I go to class in the afternoon. ”

“Ahh · · ·. ”

Even if I turn my head around, I can't see any sharp numbers. I wanted to see the lesson in the evening in the first place, so that I could watch it comfortably after class.

The democracy mutters in a solemn voice.

He said, "You're too busy. ”

“I know. I thought you were giving allowance. I shouldn't have asked for weekend work. ”

“Even now · · ·. ”

The democracy hangs steadily, and the lesson is resolutely disconnected.

“But I've already seen all the interviews, so I can't suddenly go punk. I guess there's not enough hands there. People need to be loyal. ”

“Well, yeah. ”

Don't talk to me like that.

Democracy seemed to be crying soon. No matter how much he worshipped and learned, he didn't even give me a look. I was so disappointed.

“· · · Will there be time after work? ”

He said he was jealous of the democracy he was disappointed with.

Disappointed democracy pounces on bait.

“Jee, really? When will it be over? I'll take you home. ”

“Even at dawn?”

“Oh, it's okay. I don't sleep much! And tomorrow's Saturday. ”

The democracy shook with excitement.

It was a democracy that desperately wanted to learn.

“Okay, I'll see you then. Of course · · · before. ”

He looks at the tone waiting alone on the table, whispering in the ear of democracy.

“Just drop the lipstick. I'm not going to stab you."

“Ah, ah, yes, master. ”

The democracy nods fearlessly.

“Food! ”

Honey Butter Brad comes out while you wait. He takes the tray with the fork and the plate and heads back to the table. The disciplined democracy returns to the table with all its might.

“Sorry, Jung Yin. I was bored by myself.”

“No, I was talking to my comrades. I should have gone · · · Uh, but the assistant teacher's leg is very uncomfortable? ”

When I saw a democracy whose gait changed, I didn't know anything about it. It was because it was so awkward to flinch like a poop puppy. If I think about it too much, it looked like a middle school student walking after menopause surgery.

“Ugh, yeah, I pulled my leg a little bit. ”

“Why don't you go to the hospital? I know a congressman who knows how to charge. ”

“Even so. ”

“No, I've had extensive ligaments once during my workout, and they're very good at treating me. Because if you keep pushing on hurting yourself, you might not get better. ”

Democracy has become even more embarrassed by the concerns of the tune.

I wasn't actually hurt, but I was ashamed to be pitied for no reason.

“No, it's just this. ”

“Lipstick.”

The doctrine of silence suddenly muttered.

“What, what? ”

“No, my lipstick was removed from my assistant teacher's lips. ”

“Ahh · · ·. Yeah, so. ”

He pointed to his lips.

“Here. I think you need to get that makeup back on. ”

“No, just eat and take your time later. ”

“Is that so?"

“Oh, sorry. I'm gonna call my mom and talk to her. ”

“Yes.”

Jung yin took her cell phone and left the Huddak Cafe.

As his conscience faded, his eyes changed.

“You're still okay, right? ”

“Yes.”

“Let's check it out.”

“Hey, here? ”

“Spread your legs. ”

“But here · · · · ·. ”

“That's a lot of talk. Open the door! Open the door! ”

The democracy opens its thighs widely as he grows annoyed. The doctrine sitting across from him shoves his head under the table.

“Lift up your skirt. ”

“· · Yes. ”

The democrat raises his skirt slightly with both hands with his crotch spread. Inside the scruffy skirt, her sights of no-pants appeared. The state was always polished with waxing. Skin that was dry without any fluffy hair was especially white and glowing.

“I can't see very well. Is it plugged in? ”

“Y-yes, there is. ”

“Slightly push your butt forward. ”

The democracy notices and spans its buttocks to the end of the chair. Then the black plastic tip appeared slightly through the valley where the liquid flowed.

Lesson came back up from under the table.

“You're in deep. ”

He said, "Lord, you can't leave. ”

“Too bad, huh?"

“Yes?”

“Trying to stick that little thing in me. ”

“· · Yes. ”

“Keep it tight. I'm not gonna stick you in the moment I miss you. ”

The democracy nods vigorously.

However, the fact that she revealed her vagina as a no-pants condition to him was driving her crazy. The overflowing fluid pushes away the lipstick that was hanging, and I can feel it slipping out of my head.

“Ah, ah. ”

The democracy rushes down the bridge.

“What? I just said that and now you're getting wet? ”

“I'm sorry. Democracy is a naughty child · · When the master says naughty things like this · · · ”

“I'm going to get really mad. ”

“Beat him up. Torture him all you want. ”

He said, stamping bread with a fork.

“Then put some sauce in here. ”

“Sauce?”

“Yes. The bread is still dry. ”

He took the hard part of the baked bread and presented it to the democracy.

The fork's first democracy tilted its head without understanding what he said.

“Cow, sauce. ”

“You know, there's a lot going on down there. ”

“Ahh · · ·. ”

“Hurry up and take it. Before the tune comes. ”

The more harassed democracy was, the more excited it was.

Especially when it was a public place.

He was even more elevated than usual because his nipples were stuck in his short-piece dress and his lipstick was embarrassing enough to come out of his yard.

Meanwhile, my breathing was already hard because of my request to take bread there.

“Ha · ·, ha · · The state · If the owner gets caught like this · ·. ”

“What do you hear if you get caught? If someone looks at me, I'm a crazy bitch who eats bread in this water. You.”

“Ha, ha! ”

He deliberately spilled harsh words and provoked democracy.

Democracy was a genuine Majohist whose panties were soaked with sweat even when he heard the insult.

“Bury him already? ”

A democrat nods at the roots of the lesson and takes the fork under the table. I looked nervous as if someone was stealing.

“Haa · · haha · · ·. ”

The democracy, who was vomiting out of breath, opened its legs and shoved a piece of bread into his skirt. The democracy trembles at the feel of the hard crust touching the vagina. It was a unique experience, like touching a brittle beard. Especially in case anyone sees it.

My heart was pounding like crazy, feeling tense.

“Buried a lot. ”

“· · Yes, haha. ”

Democracy cares about it as a piece of bread under the table.

Zec. Zec.

The hard shell and soft heartburn alternated across the cracked valley. Her fear of a fork might protrude from the moment she died, and she was even more excited.

Then, after finishing the call, Jung Ming returned.

“I'm sorry! My mom suddenly asked me something. ”

At the arrival of Yin Ming, the democracy is furious and takes out a fork. A piece of hard bread that was stuck in a fork was already watered down because it was filled with mouthwash. The shape was crushed like it had been soaked in milk.

He looks at it and smiles.

“Isn't that bread delicious? You should try it. ”

“Yes, yes?! Uh-huh. ”

The democracy was embarrassed enough to mix words of respect and rebuttal. He asked me to bury the sauce, and I didn't mean to eat it.

Jeong Yin also tilted his head in response to democracy.

‘The faculty member is strange today · · ·. Are you in a bad mood? ’

“I like wet bread so much. ”

“Well, yeah. ”

Democracy eventually closed its eyes and put bread in its mouth in the power of continuing doctrine. It was so humiliating to eat food buried in his love fluid that democracy began to flow again.

‘Ha, haaang · · ·. I'm going to fall for this.’

Democracy strives to bring the legs back, eventually twisting the legs. He licks his fork up and down, deliberately sticking out his tongue to provoke democracy.

“This bread really has sauce. ”

Nalmum.

At the bottom of his tongue, Minju licks his fork head as if he were being stabbed like a serpent.

“Haaang!”

“Assistant teacher? Are you very sick?”

“Haha. No, that's · · ·. ”

“You don't look so good. ”

“Oh no · · · · ·. ”

“Lipstick.”

“Ugh!”

“My lipstick's gone. ”

“Ugh. I have to go to the bathroom. ”

Eventually, a democracy who could not tolerate ridicule jumped up and went to the bathroom, and the heart asked.

“Sir, if you're very uncomfortable, can I help you? ”

“Oh, no! No, it's okay. ”

As the democracy staggered and disappeared into the bathroom, the mood shocked and told him.

“Assistant Teacher, aren't you in a bad place? ”

“Yes. Earlier. No way. Let's eat and get out of here. I think you need to rest.”

“Are you going to class now? ”

He shakes his head.

“No, I'm going to play with you today. ”

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