Maou no Hajimekata

"Um, Master Oulu, what are we going to do?

That's what Salih asked, lying on the bed, following Oulu's instructions.

That's not so much anxiety about future acts as simple words of doubt.

"Let's make up our minds about what men and women do on the bunk. I'll give you more love than this."

"Chouai......"

He didn't understand Oulu's words, and Salih repeats to parrot return.

"It means I'm gonna hold you now."

"Uh... hug, is it?

Straight to the point, I lean my neck wonderfully.

"Do you really not understand? I mean, here's the thing."

Then Oul eagles her little swinging breasts.

"Hahaha! I'm sorry, Master Oul, I'm ticklish."

But the reaction to it was not disgust or shame, but a bright and bright laugh.

Apparently, she has no knowledge of sexual activity.

"... reasonably good. Then I'll teach you from scratch.... I'll take it off."

"Oh, you know, Master Oulu... me, that, wow, tickle weak..."

When Oul laid her hands on the clothes that were in Salih's one-piece shape, she said that in a frightened manner.

"Don't guide me. I'm not tickling you. What we're going to do now is something more... comfortable."

When Oul told him so, Salih looked blatantly horrible. She pulls herself out of her power and gives herself up to bed.

Oul slipped up her skirt like that. Saliha also helps it by gently floating back without resisting. brown skin specific to the Saharan people. It revealed everything from smooth legs to white underwear covering the hips.

Its young and young limbs still have little meat on their thighs and buttocks and are lacking in colour. But instead, there was a healthy beauty.

Even if you stroke her legs and ass that she wants to be underdeveloped and tickled, she'll just laugh. Oul decided so and suddenly decided to take off his underwear. When I untied the cloth in the triangle and pulled it out, a mysterious crack appeared in front of Oulu that still did not have the hair to grow.

"Oh, um...? Master Oulu?"

Salih finally spoke out wondering as Oul pushed Salih's legs open and let his body break in between.

"Aren't you going to give me a massage?

Apparently, he thought the act Oulu was going to do was massage. Oulu thought he was relaxed and powerless by reason.

"No, it's a kind of massage. But in a slightly special way. I know it sounds odd, but I'll guarantee you comfort for that. Give yourself up in peace."

"Yes!

Owl was a hassle, so I decided to push him through in that direction.

Let Saliha's legs stand up and lick that secret crack, which closed tightly, with her tongue.

"What!?

I guess you didn't think I'd lick you to the boulder. Salih raised her voice to surprise, but there was no further pursuit because she said she would do something strange beforehand.

Oul carefully glances through her slit and slowly pushes it open at the tip of her tongue. That was how he repeatedly caressed her with his tongue as he salivated for a while, and around the point where his power fell out of Salih's body after the initial surprise had also passed, Oul pressed his fingertips against her hole.

Instead of being touched by a man before, he wouldn't even have touched it himself. It's tightly closed there, and even his pinkie is very unlikely to get in. But as he gently stroked the surface with his fingertips, Oulu caught the secret nucleus wrapped around his skin with his tongue tip.

"Huh..."

Is it sensitive there to boulders, Salih leaks his voice low? A sound with very little color that cannot be described as a whisper. But that's not even a laugh at the tickle.

Slowly, but carefully, Oul caresses the part of Salih's woman so as not to cause too much irritation. In doing so, only slightly, her vaginal mouth loosens and gradually allows her finger to penetrate, secreting fluid.

"Hmm... heh, uhh..."

A voice leaking out of Salih's mouth gradually increases its frequency, causing heat.

An honest girl, Oul thought. I guess I've grown up straight, growing up with no freedom, no pride or envy in that environment.

That's not just about the heart. She had also honestly embraced Oulu's sense of giving.

"Mm-hmm... phew"

Soon Oul's fingers are diving into Salih's vagina until the second joint, and her voice is glossy and about to turn into a woman's. But I saw no dust there, which I said was perplexing or afraid.

I have nothing to doubt or be frightened of, I just honestly enjoy the pleasure that Oulu brings and speak up so that I can dissipate it most comfortably.

This could be a medium delicacy. While Oul thought so, he stroked her inner thigh.

"Ha!

What leaked from Salih's throat as soon as possible was a whisper that he felt clearly, not a laugh. The part that feels ticklish is also the sexy belt at the same time. Tickling means it's sensitive and easy to feel if you return the back. Once laughter turned into pleasure, it was tantamount to the whole body becoming genitals.

As Oul continues to caress the secrets, he turns the piece up further, exposing her from her belly to her chest. The tip of a softly swollen and discreet breast had already stood stiff.

"Hin!

If you stretch your arms out there and pick them up, Salih will tremble and squeal high.

"Ooh, Le, Sa Well..."

As he twitched his nipples, Salih called out Oul's name in a moist voice.

Would you have done a little too much?

"Tits, feel good... there, more, do, crunch, say..."

Behind Oulu's thoughts like that, Salih was straight away not.

"You got a good chest?

"Yeah, dunno... dunno, no, dunno... its, crotch's, everywhere..."

He shakes his head as he sifts, and Salih speaks so.

"Don't you know what I call this place?

"Oh, it's..."

When I asked him how much he knew about the boulder, he stimulated it with his fingers.

"Hmm. So..."

Oul takes off his clothes once away from Salih and exposes himself naked. Open from the clothes, the already stiff and rebellious rage stood all over his navel.

"Do you know what a man calls this?"

"Oh... honey...?

The words I answered were marked with question marks. When I was younger, I asked myself what it was I didn't have on my father's groin in the bath. But that in front of me was as if it were not what I had seen at that time.

of my father. It seemed small and soft, shaking like a plain and cow's tail. But Oul's is long and thick, and he looks upright as if he were a sword. Red and black. There were several blood vessels floating on it like a complex tattoo, and the tip was so tight that it glowed in the light as opposed to it.

"Do you want to touch it?

"Ha, ha."

When she speaks to Salih, who stares at her so much that the hole seems empty, she nods without one or two.

And fearful, I touched Oulu's delicacies without too much hesitation.

"Hard and... hot..."

Saliha strokes a chunk of standing meat in her palm to confirm its shape, saying in a tone that floated in the heat.

"Lick it."

When Oulu ordered him to do so, Salih put his mouth on its tip without confusion. I thought twice or three times I was licking it with my tongue, and even though I didn't tell you, I opened my mouth wide and puffed in.

Grasping the meat stem tightly with those little hands, he twists it to taste the plump, swollen tip. And when Oul had done one thing unto Salih, he let out his sperm in his mouth.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh...!?

Saliha opens her eyes to surprise at the cloudy liquid that suddenly spits out in her mouth. But she did not let go of her hand or mouth, but on the contrary snorted her throat and slowly drank it down.

"Now, is..."

"Something called semen. It is made from the body of a man, the source of his life."

"... of life, ex..."

Whimpering, Saliha glances at her lips with her fingers to make sure of the finish.

"It was very, very delicious!

Whatever it is, it is an illusion caused by witchcraft carried out by Oulu. There's no way a virgin who doesn't know a man, no matter how much, can taste the raw, sticky mucus.

"Want to taste more"

"Yes."

The only thing that changed, though, was the perception of flavor, which didn't even have the effect of blunting dependence and thoughts like drugs. Nonetheless, Salih nodded joyfully at Oul's words.

"Master Oulu... ahhhh... there... crooked, whilst... ahhh! Chu, please......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

With a sweet, swinging voice, Salih whispers. As Oul brought her face closer, she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and actively tangled her tongue. The movement was not awkward and skillful or anything, but the sausage that eagerly sucks Oulu's tongue and overlays his soft lips is not bad inside.

Meanwhile, there are three layers of Oulu's fingers in her secret, and every time she unplugs it, the love liquid blows out. If he bent his fingertips slightly and rubbed his vaginal walls up, Saliha stiffened his pins and body to force his arms around Oulu's neck.

(a) Oh, no.

I didn't even know how many times it would have been. It was the pinnacle.

Carefully and carefully loosened by a skilled magician, the honeypot is so hot and wandering that even a slight irritation can be distracted.

About time, Oul pulled his finger out of her vagina.

"Ah..."

Then Saliha frowned and raised her voice to the cut. That look eloquently tells me that I don't need to hear it and I don't want you to stop.

"Don't guide me. From here on out, it's real."

"Production......?

"I'm gonna put this in you."

If I pulled her body a little and showed her the rage painted on Saliha's saliva, she drank her sagging and spitting. Oulu's male root is more than double thicker than a triple stacked finger. Now that they've developed their vaginas scattered with their fingers, Saliha knows exactly what happens if they let them in, even if they don't know what that means.

"Let's go."

Pushing that thick, long cut onto Salih's entrance, he declares, and Oulu enters her vagina without waiting for an answer.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Prepared carefully over time, it is easy to swallow a man's meat chunk and accept it all at once to the deepest point. Where Oulu's penis was buried about half way to the back, and at the same time Salih reached its peak and shouted.

The pain of the tortoise was dispersed in flood-like pleasure, almost never felt. More than that, a critical step ahead of suffering, there is so much pleasure raging around in Salih's body that he can't even breathe.

She clung with her whole body as she unconsciously turned her legs around Oul's hips and held her back to push her forehead against his chest plate. When the little girlfriend's body comes from above in the oul, everything fits perfectly in her arms.

Oul held Salih back with his arms in his hips and back, waking up and lifting her up. That's how I keep Saliha in my arms and try to shake her body to resume the sampling.

"Oh, oh, oh!

All Salih could do while being held as if it were luggage was leave himself to the great wave of pleasure that pushed him over. Every time she is lifted up and dropped, a thick, hard sword of flesh skewers her body straight and the shock runs like she was hammered in the head.

Every time she is poked, the young girl reaches her peak, and soon after that finish falls out, she is pierced back again and driven to further heights.

- But.

"Mmm..."

Oul groaned slightly at his vaginal mouth as he tightened his own. The small, narrow vaginal mouth of Saliha was tightening all Oulu's without it, but more compression is transmitted to Oulu's waist.

And it wasn't just a coincidence. Every time Oulu pokes in the back, Saliha tightens her vaginal mouth. On the contrary, even the slightest twisting of the hips has been added, despite the overwhelming condition.

This is more delicacy than I thought. Oul shrugged inside, adding a twist to his hips motion and choosing inside Salih. Though pierced by thick male roots as much as his own wrist, Salih begins to devour its pleasure, however.

"Ahhh... eh, no, no, no...! Owl, well! There, Gorigori, do it!

The innocence of the girl, who wanted to be touched and tickled in the chest, no longer had fine dust. The whore is so slutty as to say that he too, Salih begs for a man.

Every time I get poked, I'm stunned, and every time, the girl's body blossoms as a woman. It was a terrible rate of growth.

"I'll get it out......!

"Yeah, please, Owl's, semen, hungry, lots, buzz, fill, please!

Even though he wasn't taught how to do it without knowledge of his sexuality, Salih does so in a sweet voice. Not only the words, but deep in her body, there was the feeling that the descending uterine mouth sucked on the tip of the male root of the oul as if it were a mouthful.

Not surprisingly, Oul releases his sperm into Salih's vagina.

"Awwwwwwwwwww!

A tremendous amount of cloudy fluid was poured directly into Salih's womb, and to that sensation she reached her deepest and highest peak ever.

The golden liquid leaks slightly out of her junction, which protrudes her tongue as she peels off her white eyes and spasms her body hard.

Oulu handles himself by shaking Salih's body loudly and pours it into her until the last drop. That's how he squeezed it all out. By then, Salih had already lost his mind.

Lay her body on the bed. As she tries to pull her penis through, the entrance tightens so strongly that she refuses it even though she is unconscious.

"A virgin, this or..."

If this girl's breasts were a little bigger, she might have tilted the country.

Oul laughed bitterly, thinking so.