Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 71 Late Night New Murimuri Castle

When you woke up, you had a beautiful face to the right and a beautiful face to the left?

I'm confused... what is it? I mean... yuck! My boys high school sucks!

One on my shoulder, one on my shoulder, one on my face, a thin jaw, a beautiful arm of pure white and amber intertwined on my chest, a glossy amber thigh on my stomach, a sleeping boy in the most dangerous position in high school, my legs tangled with white smooth defensive legs, a thread of unwrapped amber and pure white goddess, a radical stimulus about the point where a sandwich from left and right passes three times, an electrically paralyzed slut awakening, or a dream?

Oh, you're still asleep? 'Cause this isn't a sight in the world. It's a spectacular dream, so I'm still sleeping, because my right arm is hugged and sandwiched by two mummy mountains, my hand is sandwiched by Mr. Thigh, and I fit in a very heavenly hell (haven), and my left arm is also sandwiched by two puffy mountains, and I'm caught in a nice and dangerous devil's triangle (triangle).

Yeah, don't you remember? How did this happen? Like what?

Naked beauty on the right, naked beauty on the left, naked boys high school students in the middle? Othello got pinched, TS!

No, I'm sandwiched in pure white and amber. How many colors should I turn when the yellow race flips threatens to develop into a complex ethnic problem, but now is the time to worry more about boys high school issues than race issues! Because all the boys in high school in the world are highly benign boys, and this situation is beyond reason and the wild. Boys in high school are in a runaway crisis. The thighs on their lower bodies are dangerous and dangerous. Don't touch them. The danger is being squeezed, snug, rinsed and stimulated. Boys in active volcanoes (magmas) are about to spill out. They're either going to suck or they're up!

Wow - that sucks, that sucks, that's where it's magical.

But both arms are happily held disappointingly and four sways of mumpy puffiness come through softly. You can't get up on both shoulders with your face on them, and you can't squirm. Your upper body is in complete restraint. Your lower body has four long legs tangled and held down and you can't move. And from the right and from the left, Svethbe's complexion is a thrilling, murky sensation and puffy irritation, and it's all over heaven. Extremely easy, but this is hell! Shit, a boy-high school impulse beyond the allowable limits enters a turbulent era on the verge of rioting. I don't know why I dance naked and come into bed to my daughter, hug her, tangle her up and excitedly stab the boys high school hard in the middle of stimulation, which sucks a lot.

Feeling good feels coming from left to right, feeling good from over there. This is a peacock trap! Because this is too much of a trap, and even Confucius turns porn all the time with a level of trap activation? Nok's turn? That's a real jerk!

"I mean, just now, it's so refreshing that I'm so exquisite, and the ultra-high technology is being used to stimulate me, but whatever it is, there's definitely a raccoon who pretends to have slept with a wazzle, and sexual harassment is causing a boy high school student to go through Good Morning and not wake up in Good Morning, because something's happening, right?

No, on the boulder, this move is no coincidence! 'Cause it's Combination Attack, a series of attacks that come tangled and inspired by coordinated and calculated movements! Besides, I'm already in captivity and I can't move. A pleasant attack from left and right is a corrugated attack, and my reason is a series of pinched shots... Ju, he says it's going to be ravaged!

"Absolutely make cage liaison service" (Am.

(Heavy battle)

Boys, did it feel good that there was no such thing as an unbeatable battle in high school?

"... Can't I go to my son-in-law too? Siege it, a series of wave-like offensive Rodeo Girls from the Battle of Ravages. Yes. Which was a brilliant collaboration between the two (twin) tandems in the Ravages... Earlier," Sex Haughty "and" Stunning "became the pinnacle of offense at the pinnacle of the limit in Lv MaX, and" Playback "and Lv6 made a series of long fights work hard, right? Like?"

But if "Sex Haughty" and "Stunning" hadn't been LvMaX, they would have pushed me, because "Playback" was also critical in Lv6!

But the cause of defeat was to keep the black cloak within reach, bouncing off the inferiority of the four tangled hands and four control legs, pushing it back from the bottom in a vertical combat. If you can reach the black cloak from the mounted position from the reverse, you can't lose. If you have two enemies, this is an infinite number of hands. The Demons have also put in vibrational magic in reverse ravages, but the ability to control the new skills of Wisdom is amazing. It feels like millions of hands and fingers have grown and it can be manipulated freely. That's a lovely feeling. Millions of them were hard, but millions of them passed out on your face?

Well, mushrooms don't have to be in your mouth, do they? But my dancing daughter seemed a little sore, so let me give it a try. You just opened your mouth?

And the sermon, that beautiful, luscious gesture, the fascinating body, the purple, this one, Munimuni and that one, the pepper, it's already a boy high school, and the difficult difficulty has fallen, but you've worked hard to extend the counter-attack operation to the rebellious boy high school style offense, right? Thanks?

It's a sermon, not a sermon, because things have what we call order and procedure, so you'd have to be careful what you say suddenly strikes you, because if you're a boy high school student, you can't help being a boy high school student, but attacking a boy high school student is a problem! Was it a pleasure?

No, I guess this is where I should say bish, the feeling of being late enough feels good to be hissed, but that's a nice pleasant sentiment observed, but here's a sermon.

"Why would I do this with you as Chairman of the Armor Committee... No, I don't hate it, but what I'm happy with is that there's a full development of the undeniable aspect, but leave it over there with a thousand joys and joys. I'm mad at you, okay? 'Cause my dancing daughter's finally free, so we should think about what we're gonna do slowly, so why are we attacking her? I'm not supposed to say thank you or anything like that, and I'm with you, but this is a different matter, so we need to have a proper discussion, and we're discussing this, so don't bite me in the ear, okay? And dance, and why is my daughter pinching me with her legs? No, this is a sermon, and I'm getting a name scolding, so more sincerely, gentleman, my word... shaving with lips and teeth is a little different, isn't it? And if I'm pointing my finger at you in a sermon, why don't you get lost and finger me? And what do you care about crab pinching, a little... ahhh!

(Return Match)

One would have to say boulder, the physical abilities of two labyrinth royalty classes seem to be in a different dimension from their status. 'Cause no matter how many times you stun him, he's got a "regeneration" of resurrection!

Shit, if we're fighting each other for a long time, the difference in numbers is directly connected to the power of the war, and the direct attack is munchkin '. Nice legs are tangled around your neck - this munchkin' thigh-sbes skin is gooey, so, it's a triangle!

"Ready Facts Delicious Rice Contract Matters...... I don't want to be alone"

Around the back, he said that pure white puffiness adhered to the gap knocked down by a triangle strangle on his back with a brown leg and hardened in all directions!

Oh, this posture sucks. What sucks and sucks as a boy high school student, this is forbidden designation of dangerous Munyumnu as my boy high school student... no, what? Whoa, whoa!

(Revenge match?)

Pfft, no other love. If you solidify the upper quarters, you will have vibrating magic in this superb, excellent tongue technique! Upper square stiffening torn.

And my Texas Cloverhold has no enemies in the collaborative clutch of tentacles and vibrating magic dreams, just the reverse neck four letters!

It sucks when you can tangle your upper and lower body separately, especially your lower body sucks as a boy high school student!

Dancing, my daughter's ultra-software movements are unpredictable, but I'm sure that's why Mr. Wisdom woke up! The Demon Hand has doubled, it's two million copies for your virtue!

Gu, these four lovely ones are still the mighty enemy, then it's a precision intensive attack by the demon hand from the W Half Boston Club. Ah, now if you think about it from behind, is it awkward to solidify it on a one-to-two basis? You were on guard with your legs while keeping your hands down! He said it was your mouth right here! Whoa, whoa!

(chain of revenge?

You're already brightening up outside, but I'm pretty sure this is something different from Tun in the morning, because you're tired of the carnal feast of flesh-language due to flesh-bomb warfare that's going to take your fighting skills as it is, aren't you? Fatigue has already exceeded my ability to "regenerate," even my boy-high school impulse has been tested to its limits.

But I still don't give up. The indomitable is stretching out, and I'm not tempted to use super technocratic software to think it's just an anomalous positional battle! An impatient eye, you must be serious about this! Oh, shit! This posture is awkward.

"... Promise to serve together"

"Damn... I get it... I get it... I get it... I'll serve you, so Gibb... Or no remorse for my boys in high school? I mean, there's a sucking feeling that I'm going to run out of boys' high school souls without leaving a single piece behind - so it's gibberish! Because I really get it. Ahh -" Servant ".... That's why it's gibberish, because it's already been properly used!

No? 'Cause I don't hate boys high school crap loose on boulders, but I don't like shy solidification, do I? Yeah, all the boys in high school love to see it, but I don't think they want to be, do they? There's no demand, is there? Gibby, huh?