Neta Chara

* Kent Perspective

A nice ass wrapped in a tight skirt is shaking in front of me and inviting me. The lovely butt owner was Millie's mother, my daughter-in-law, and Lila's, also in the side room.

I am in the office to do my affairs as king, but my mother-in-law's butt, waving her hot arm as prime minister, has taken away my concentration.

"Uh, mother-in-law. My butt is so great, I can't get a job -"

The moment the words were uttered, the complexion of the women, including their mother-in-law, who was in the office dressed in a uniform for civilians whose body lines exited perfectly, changed softly.

"Your Majesty Kent!? Oh, that's important, isn't it? Chancellor Lyla, this is the autumn of national emergency survival, isn't it? We should declare a state of emergency, right?

"Attorney General Est, this is a far-fetched matter. We need to hit him as soon as possible."

The interior was packed with ministers controlling bureaucracy in each department, each of which was dyed.

"If I may say as CFO, I cannot pass up the financial loss if I do not quench His Majesty's libido. Chancellor Lyla, in this case, I hereby declare that His Majesty Kent's libido will be dissolved as soon as possible."

Helga, who became the state's vault number, had already put her hand on the button of her uniform and submitted her opinion to her mother-in-law.

"I also agree with Treasurer Helga's petition as Secretary of Commerce. If we postpone our decision even for a second this autumn of critical survival, we will be foolish to see how much impact it will have on private economic activity."

Leila, who partitions private economic activity, was also on top of her uniform, taking off her bra, and already in a state of battle.

"I agree with Commercial Secretary Leila. If the private economy cooled down, various construction plans would have collapsed. We should hit this place as soon as possible."

Seema, who handles public utilities, had already put his pants down and was ready to be jumped.

"The same is true of the impact on economic activity, but more than that, education will also be in vain if the kings themselves do not practice the 'lay or increase' country and make it widely known to the public. The prime minister will make a quick decision!

Nanny, who is serving as Secretary of Education, was untying her hair and starting to unhock her skirt.

"I also agree with Secretary of Education Nanny. Without the population, food development will not progress."

He looked at Kent with the same starving beastly eyes as the civilians who also stuffed Olive, who was becoming food development secretary.

"Then adopt it. Those who certify it as the autumn of national critical survival and think that we should temporarily interrupt our government and free His Majesty Kent of his sexuality at all costs raise their hands."

Everyone who hears the proposed adoption from their mother-in-law raises their hands softly.

"Unanimously, than this, we will assemble the total strength of the Civilian Corps to avoid the autumn of national survival! It should be noted that this is a top priority."

When I got permission from my mother-in-law, everyone I packed in my room attacked me sitting at the desk.

It is a flesh-bomb attack from a horrible legion of beauties, but I am not surprised because this is a recurring routine event here recently.

It is also my job as king to console ministers who have been chased to work from day to day and are under stress.

"Well, from your mother-in-law today"

Nominate your mother-in-law from among the beautiful civilian women who were in the flock. Although she is the mother of Millie, my wife, every day, because I devote a lot of energy to her, her skin luster is tedious, a woman whose daughter is still young enough to be considered a sister even if she is Millie.

"Ahem! Mr. Kent, I'm already a bee...... ha-ha!

Of course, her appearance is no less beautiful than Millie's, but most of all, she is a woman with the great talent of running the country without delay, entrusted by a woman to the Chancellor of the Southern Frontier.

"What would you like to reward His Excellency the Chancellor?

Ask a question with your mother-in-law's chest across me sitting in a chair.

"Yes, let me in... Mr. Kent's wants me in..."

Already my mother-in-law's secret had begun to drip trout and sticky liquid and wet her underwear. Apparently, my mother-in-law had been holding it since I was watching her.

My mother-in-law, who had been stripped of her clothes from the children around her and was half naked, was pushing me on the tense chest that the young child also fled barefoot, and had been merging with one thing.

During the administration, both my mother-in-law, who is feared by male bureaucrats as the 'Iron Blood Chancellor', and the bitch, in front of me, fall back to being the kind of crazy bitch who escapes barefoot.

I was the only man in the world who could see that.

"Can I just let you in?

Return a slightly mean answer to your mother-in-law.

The colour of shame dwells in your mother-in-law's eyes. Even though I have repeated it over and over again, it seems that embarrassment prevails when asked this question. But that trick inspires my sexuality.

"Yes, let me in... fiercely... I want you to poke me. Please, Mr. Kent..."

I can't wait. I've been pushing my chest against my body and inserting it.

When I thought it was a trick for a competent female prime minister to show only me in the men of the world, that was the only thing that was causing me to get morose.

"Chancellor Lyla! Hurry up, please. Because we can catch up later."

Helga, who is waiting for the next order, is already naked and begins to mock her own secret. The other ministers around seemed to caress their own bodies and have no extra time to prepare.

"Don't panic. Be careful -!! Ha-ha! Mr. Kent! No!!

When I poke one at my mother-in-law's secret, I held a soft butt with both hands on the meat to make it more snug. And then he pounds his hips on your mother-in-law's body like a crazy beast.

The bra came off and the spilled chest hit my cheek with tapane and tapane many times because of the repeated pistons that were so intense.

"Higuuuuuu!! Mr. Kent!! Wow!"

Vaginal meat filled with one object is repeatedly tightened in an attempt to squeeze out the juice to leave offspring behind.

"My prime minister is the one who loses to his penis."

"We're not. Oh, no, it is. Let's beat your penis!!

The disloyalty of being able to make the female prime minister, who is sent in awe by a male civilian, speeds up my ejaculation.

"Oh, oh, no when it gets intense! Not yet, Ikitakunai! Slow down, slow down. Yes."

My mother-in-law, who accepts pistons as they are but still do, activates her sexual skills to make her feel better.

"Not good! Lamey! This, lame. Ooh!

With an activated sex skill combo, your mother-in-law's brain is filled with pleasure.

Thanks to this, the tortoise head, which was hitting the cone and uterine mouth, was to penetrate the cavity with the feeling of cucumber.

"I even opened my bottom mouth to the back. You can let me out here, right?

My mother-in-law is supreme for blowing a shark tide for breaking into my uterus. It didn't seem like a situation where I could already give a response with my sexuality skills and the pleasure of doing so.

"Your Majesty Kent is still a livestock... but Lady Lyla is half-starved."

"If I fainted, it was a turnaround, wasn't it? Then shall I wake your mother-in-law?

Skip a mean question to the next flock of willing ests.

"No. Fly him inside with a kick."

"Right."

When I grapple with my mother-in-law's ass as requested by Est, I release it to smear the darkest semen in my womb.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!!!

My mother-in-law, who received hot semen, hugs me to push her chest against my face. Being pinched in the boobs spreads the smell specific to a sweet and sour woman all over her nostrils.

The smell drove me further into excitement.

"Sorry, mother-in-law. We're going on the second round like this."

"Mm-hmm, ha, ha. Ha ha, it's broken."

"I can't be sorry. Bad because your mother-in-law is beautiful and horny."

When he regained his mother-in-law, who was weak enough to cover me, he went straight into the second round.

Thus, the daily routine, the Council of Ministers, lasts until each minister finishes handing out my children, but the meeting time was relatively short, presumably because each minister falls into a struggle vain and early.