Maou no Hajimekata

"Hmm..."

Peeled off his thick fur clothes, Oul accidentally raised his voice to the naked appearing from beneath him.

The smooth hands and feet are as luxurious as a doll, and the hips so thin that I think they will probably break together remind me of delicate flower stems.

Its skin is dazzlingly white, and the fineness it sucks on your hands if you touch it.

Long shades of hair spreading on the bed, as if they had been made by scraping out purple crystals, seemed like living art.

(Sorry about the lactation!

How she received Oulu's sentiment that she was thin, Zana offends herself with her heart.

"Never mind. That's not a problem."

If it's big, if it's small, if it's small, or even if it's in the middle of it, it's the organ called a woman's breast that has a different way of enjoying goodness.

Slowly rub the two hills slightly lacking in the palm of the owl, slowly dropping the mouthfeel to its tip so as to scorch.

"Mm-hmm..."

Zana's, barely tinted nipples as if they were a girl, reacted sensitively and pointed hard though.

(Not responding!

To Oulu, who eats it as mercifully, Xana insists so hard.

"It's better not to be too mean."

As a heartfelt piece of advice, Oul told him so. Anyway, what we think about each other is flawed.

Call a man a virgin you don't know...... that's why I don't fight old sorcerer's maneuvers.

(Dear Hate, I have Marina protection. I give in to your crude cock or something......)

"Ahhh!

If you rub up behind it to block Zana's thoughts, a surprisingly easy melody pokes its mouth out.

"Do it, no... there, ahhh, it's a mess, no!

(I'm not feeling it, I'm not feeling it, I'm not feeling anything!

Oulu thought that his body was so honest.

Zana's flesh reacts so sensitively that she wonders if she's doing it deliberately, but her mind hardly tries to admit it. So much so that I suspect that it is such an act, but this technique, deeply connected by the soul, is not like just reading minds. There is no such thing as falsehood.

"Your body is in great shape. I don't know if it's compatible with me."

(That's why you don't... Huh!

If you embed a piece of meat in its secret fissure, Zana's vaginal mouth joyfully tightens Oulu's meat spear, and her vaginal walls stroke and rub the stem like countless tips of her tongue. The comfort was such that if I had to play an oul and put my strength into my lower abdomen, I would have inadvertently spit out my sperm.

"You'll see. Sora."

"Ahhh!

Pushing his hips all the way in, the tip of the meat spear chooses the weak spot of Zana all the way through. It was similar to having an itchy, irresistible scratch of the place, a pleasure that made it dozens more.

(It doesn't feel good...!

"You strong bastard."

Still, Oulu was impressed with Xanah, who said so in his heart.

It's easy to deny it just by mouth, but this is surprisingly difficult to deny it to the heart.

Because words, even if they can be controlled consciously, can't stop until you think with your heart. Whether young or female, they seemed to have enough willpower to just name themselves kings.

"But I wonder how far it would go to have it, too."

If you pound your hips as you eagle at that soft breast, you make a noise of the mysterious hajpu overflowing with honey to soften it up to its roots. No matter how temperamental her heart was, her body had already fallen.

But that's not impossible either. Oulu, who was connected with each other in his soul, knows that Zana's weakness and pleasure are in his hands. On top of that, the more Oulu feels pleasure, the more Xana shares it and gasps for pleasure.

But at the same time, Zana's escape route was there.

What I'm feeling right now is just conveying Oulu's pleasure, and I'm not feeling it myself. Oul realizes that he maintains his grip by believing that.

"Your body is so honestly happy."

"Hin!

Screw open your vaginal mouth and screw in the red and black chunks of meat that come tight in small pieces like no scratch, and the pleasure runs through your spine like a current and Zana rings high.

(You can't feel good about being fucked by a guy you don't even like...!

The voice is sweet and swinging above this, but the inside of the chest is still malignant.

"Hmm. You got a guy you liked?

For a moment, a man's face floats in Zana's heart. But before I could tie the statue to Locke, it scratched out. Apparently, he doesn't want to be known as much.

"Fair enough. Seeing other men's faces when we're having an exchange just cuts the joy, so!

"Mm-hmm, ahhh!

Zana's consciousness flies for a moment on her hips beaten hard.

(What, now...)

"I cared. It means I fucked you and you're the best."

He pinched Zana's jaw up with his fingertips, confused by the unknown sensation, and Oul politely taught him that.

(Liar... Liar!

Misunderstood that pleasure belongs to the other person, but the summit does not.

There's a difference between the shape of a man and a woman, obviously because Zana's body is the only one that reacts.

"If you say it's incredible, sora. I'll let you taste it as many times as you want."

"Ahhh! Stop, stop, hey, what...!

The sensitive Zana's body is lightly yi every time she is poked, and her beautiful limb bounces like a small fish.

(Liar, liar, this... no, no!

At last Zana's heart acknowledged reality and she turned to flee.

Grabbing Zana's hips as she crawled over the sheets like a beast, Oulu leaned back to cover her. And as he clawed at his thin breasts, he stuck a vicious meat stick, which stood against him like a sword, from behind him all at once.

"Hiahhh!

The thick one breathes into the pressure of burying the foetus neatly. In other words, Xana's arms shrivel in pleasure until violent. She plunges her torso onto the bed. Only his butt was propped up and raised high by Oul's arms, and the man just relentlessly stuck it in the woman's wet vaginal mouth as she was beastly.

(This, this treatment, absolutely, unforgivable -)

Funny figure with only her ass up, she's also not allowed to hold her body down and move around.

Instead of mating beasts, it was just like a meat bag to spit out desire.

(I can't forgive you, but -)

For Zana, that's only humiliation.

As a king, you trample on your dignity as a woman and act as if you were fooling around.

(Why, it feels so good!!

Yet, the sweet pleasure of paralyzing the meat mass of the oul whenever it chooses the vagina runs steadily into the belly, and the pain, if pulled out, is unbearable, fills the fetus. I want more, I think.

I open my mouth wide to gasp and saliva drips from my tongue stretched out every time I reach the top.

And whoever drowned, though he was offended, was like an exasperated bitch.

"The virtues of the Maguire are not yet at this level."

At that ear, Oul whispers.

"Don't you want to taste any more pleasure?

(This is just... about)

Zana slurps her throat at at the words. Reaching its peak over and over again, Oul's low, calm voice echoed well on his pleasantly swinging head.

(No... no)

"Then ask your own abilities. Its power to the best, if it's harmful, won't work."

(Mine... here)

If you use your powers reflexively with a hazy consciousness, there will, by the way, come to mind behind Zana's brain what to do.

"Ha, ah, ah, ah, ah!

If he sticks his hips out to deflect his back according to it, Zana opens her eyes wide as Oul's meat spear pierces the depths of the baby.

Loosen up, her movements accelerate, and that body starts to move back and forth.

"Hiccup!

Zana rang as if screaming if Oulu went in with it.

(No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Even though she screams so in her heart, Zana's ass is sluttily shaken to screw a man.

As the vaginal mouth tightens the male root cucumberly, it is implanted in the back of the vagina to lick its surface.

Grabbing Zana's arm as it was stretched out toward her back, Oul slammed her hips hard as if pulling it as if it were a horse's reins.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no!

(Even though I can't, I can't, like Kimochi, I can't, I'm freaked out, I'm good, I'm good!

Gasping high in both mind and body, Zana pushes her hips against the oul and into the back.

"Let's get it out......!

"No! Stop it, that's all, stop it!

(In the vagina, I can't believe they let me out, oh, no, I can't)

To Oulu's proclamation, Zana's heart was divided into two parts.

With a heart that tries to protect itself and a heart that wants pleasure.

"Inside, inside, no! No, but no!

(I want it, I think, no, I want it, I want it, I don't... Huh!

The ability shakes Oulu's arm off now and tells him he should run away.

But Zana stayed on the spot, without following it.

In the vagina, the male root of the oul swells up all the time trying to release the sperm.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

(Come on, come on, dull, uh-!)

Oul releases a sperm into her vagina as she responds to Zana's voice in her heart.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!

(Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

The voice of reality and the voice of the heart sounded perfectly overlapping, and Zana climbed high and high.

The cloudy liquid is poured into her womb as if she had cut a weir, and she makes her body jump whenever it thumps on the vaginal wall.

The sense of conquest and the pleasure of ejaculation that made Oulu's feelings woman ours, the vicious pleasure made Zana's feelings man's, alternated with the supreme pleasure, and she was swallowed up by the whirlpool of pleasure without being able to resist it.

(Ugh... I'll kill you... I'll definitely kill you when I'm used up...)

Bloody cloudy fluids overflow from Zana's secretary thinking about lying tight and noisy.

I may have overdone the virgin on the boulder, Oul thought.

Sex that connects the soul so thick was more pleasant than he thought.

On top of that, I know what they're thinking, so I stick around too much.

"Sorry."

Oul bowed his head and uttered an apology. Even if the king's head is not light.

But Zana felt that it was pure, without any thought.

And at the same time, know what to apologize for, and stop.

Zana wasn't the only one swallowed by the whirlpool of pleasure, and Oulu was the same thing again.

Regardless, it doesn't translate to my biological daughter, who didn't know the man until earlier, and an old magician from Hundred Wars Smelting.

There was nothing like losing sight of herself as Zana did, but the delicacies that spat out massive amounts of sperm were becoming more and more abrupt rather than shriveled, and they were repeated as if they boasted of their beauty.

Apologies are not for what you've done.

It's about what we're going to do.

"You said you'd kill me. But don't worry."

Oulu says, while trading Zana's hand, which is too loose to move.

"I'm not gonna kill you - I'm just gonna make you crazy to death."

It conveyed what she was seriously thinking, and Zana screamed without a voice.