Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

I lifted Mistry, and I unleashed my chip on the shopkeeper and went upstairs.

On the second floor of the tavern there is usually an inn.

In quite a few inns, guests are admitted to a decent lodging, but in an inexpensive tavern, they are offered for men and women who have an interest in whores and booze.

When I enter the room, I throw Mistleigh in bed and take her lips.

The small resistance disappears in an instant. Only a damp sound involving the tongue and a short gasp of breath remain.

"Huh... Huh... Pfft... Ngu"

I know that even a cloudy head with booze would be a hassle to hold a woman from a hostile rival's house against me.

"It's like a beast. When I put a lock on it."

Reply Instead I can take off Mistry's coat of laughter with my nose.

Skin appeared from the bottom when I peeled off a coat of plain color because it was confusing to the civilian population.

Instead of a shirt, I don't even wear pants.

"I'm here to fuck you, so it's not just wasted wearing anything else."

Mistry that opens the body with a spare attitude, but that attitude also looks self-inflicted.

"What would happen if I refused?

"What are you complacent about? There are as many men out there who want a free rider."

If I hadn't held it. Or if I hadn't found it, Mistry would have found the right man and been held.

Glimpse of Miss Tory's body.

Beautiful... there is a shadow.

But overwhelmingly thin, every bone raised limb is like a poor man who has trouble eating.

My breasts look pretty big, but my fat disappears and looks thin, and my hands and feet are so thin that they're likely to break.

I'm going to really hurt you if you don't figure out how to hold me.

The countless self-injuries left on the arms, the large international wounds left on the thighs, and other small abrasions and moles left all over the body...... I'm not saying it's disgusting. But my excitement shreds when I wonder why this happened.

"What. If you're being rude not to hold me now, I'll kill you. Or is it impossible?

And these eyes. Only shallow parts of the surface come to intimidate me in alignment with my voice.

"Impossible? Can you even say that when you look at this?

I grate my pants and throw out one thing.

Not enough to stick to my belly, but still, it's 30cm. I'm barking at 40cm. I'm not beating those little ones.

"Wow, here we go..."

Mistry circled his eyes and crawled over the bed, grabbing my stuff with both hands.

"Rod, it's full of cobs, but you're sick?

That is primarily a mark of Brunhilde's bite.

The wound heals quickly when blood is sucked from one thing, but Cobb stays for a while.

Especially since there's been a recent case of tearing me apart.

"I'm not sick. Don't worry, it's natural."

If they think you're sick, it's not an act.

"I don't care if you're sick. Ella's too tense. How much are you willing to choose between women?"

Mistry rounds his eyes compared to the difference between the thickness of the rod and the tip, saying something of a throwing spear.

"It's black. How much did you play? I don't know if you've done it all the time."

That is undeniable.

I know there's only one thing wrong with the color.

"... balls are also apples, not like pigs"

Mistry observes one of my things all the way and then slaps the bed.

"It's the fuck, isn't it? I'll give you a seat."

"Ooh."

He is stared at when he sits on the bed.

"Sit with your legs open. Because it's hard to do."

I did exactly what I said, and Mistry suddenly sucked on the balls when he stuck his face between my legs without hesitation.

"All of a sudden there"

Red lips suck onto the testicles, making a pong noise and leaving as they aspirate.

Repeat a few degrees and then move to the other side to suck the same.

It looks like a repetition of the same movement to make it strong and weak on aspiration, sucking through it thoughtfully once every few times to attack the critical of pain and pleasure.

"... n"

I look up at my face from time to time as I serve to see if it feels good.

"Oh...... that's good. I didn't think you'd make it this far."

I don't know how you've invited me. They're a grand nobleman's lady.

I thought you'd fall asleep in the big letters even if you were to fuck me and say "feel better".

I didn't expect you to lick my testicles all of a sudden.

Put your hands on your head and you'll see eye to eye with the mistry you looked up at.

Strong suction distorts my face to pleasure.

……

Mistry laughed with his nose but at the same time a relief expression appeared.

"Enough with the balls."

Miss Tory, who let go of her body, starts doing her mouth mogging.

I found out what I was doing when they swallowed me up.

A large amount of saliva wraps around the male roots warmly.

My tongue crawls around my male roots soaked in a pool of saliva, and the nasty, extreme sound conveys pleasure from my hearing as well.

"Gu Bo...... Geho...... Gu Ju"

That's all the saliva in it to move your head, from Mistry's mouth, the saliva, which was foam, flowed through your body, occasionally seemingly through your nose.

No matter how in the act, an ordinary noble lady would never do it.

Nonna will also hate it until she skips reason with pleasure.

My leg opens up even more when I finish my nasty, pleasant service.

"Open your legs more. You can't."

"Another ball? Hey."

Shortly after my resistance, Mistry opened my butthole left and right with both hands, without any hesitation, and stuck his tongue in it.

He snuggles his face against his ass and screws his tongue up to his gooey root.

I haven't even held my breath. I get a hot exhale behind my balls.

I didn't think I'd make it this far.

Anal licking is an act that distorts the face of even whores.

If you're someone you're totally in love with, you're almost out of line anyway.

Besides, I haven't even wiped my body in the bath.

Mistry finally lost his tongue as he was being licked through the butthole wondering why he would get this far.

"Ready?

The male roots, which were slightly less in mood, stand vertically together.

Mistry wipes his mouth coveted and rolls into bed.

"Now it's my turn to foreplay, right?

I don't need it.

"But hey."

I let a woman lick her ass hole.

Make him feel good as he deserves, or the man will get rid of it.

"I'm telling you I don't need it!!

The hysteria begins if you cared that you didn't get what you wanted.

I can bark gangsters with voices that echo all over the inn from screaming.

This is unlikely to fit unless you obey the adult.

I have no choice but to insert it as it is, but the wetness makes me scream by involving the meat because it is sweet.

"Yes, it hurts -!! Ouch, it hurts!! Stop. Yikes!!

But when I try to pull it out...

"Why are you stopping!? You don't like my body that much!? You mean dirty!?

Here's what happens.

"I can't help it if this happens anymore"

I grab my hips and shake my hips wide.

"No! Ouch -! Help! Stop it! Forgive me!!

If you leave the scream intact, people can come, so you block your mouth with your hands.

Zero tears and screaming.

It's anger in my eyes... and relief and giving up.

"We're leaving."

I waved my hips on my own. I pull through my male roots just before ejaculation.

At the same time Mistry closes his eyes and opens his mouth, so he inserts it into its mouth.

Mistry grabs the male root with both hands after a single tremor with Burri.

I put my hands on her head, groaning and ejaculating.

Lots of unwanted behavior and low ejaculation.

Pour just about half a cup of concentrate and pull through the male root.

"Hmm... Huh"

Then Mistry opened his mouth to me and showed off the cloudy juice accumulated in a cup of mouth.

"Gu Ju... Gu Ju"

When he closes his mouth, he sounds Guchuguchu like he loosens his mouth for about ten seconds, then slowly sounds his throat and swallows the semen.

He opened his mouth to ask for confirmation at the end, showed his empty mouth and then began to suck and clean his male roots.

So far, it would be good to understand with a complete slut, but when it's over, suddenly you start crying.

You're in a very precarious mental state.

But I had a pretty good idea.

"You're completely tutored."

Mistry is neither a root slut nor a sexuality that delights in being molested.

He was followed by a bad man.

"I can't forgive you."

I'll push Mistry down to bed again.

The genitals are swollen with the current act, and she doesn't seem to have any strength left to lose, but if she misses now, she will continue to act like this crying for the rest of her life.

I hold down both Mistry's hands and reinsert the male root forcefully.

Screaming and screaming, and crying...... nothing but rape.

But the earlier act has hit me.

Do not allow the male root to go to the deepest part, let it stop at about 70% position, then inflate the meat umbrella and decide the back side.

I guess this is the weakness.

"I don't like it there! Stop!! Stop. Yikes!!

Hold on to your bouncing hips for more rubbing.

If you eat poison, let it go to the plate, to the end.

But Mistry's sword screen was amazing when his will didn't go through.

"Help me -!! They will kill me -!! No!

The neighborhood is getting noisy.

That's right, it's a sword screen that's going to keep you from killing beyond rape.

I have no choice but to whisper words that are ears.

Slightly less resistant.

Rotate your body while pressing it against your weakness to take it forcefully on the ride.

Mistry is lighter than Pipi. Grab that lean body and move it up and down.

"Such a jerk!! Treat me like I'm just a hole bag! Who do you think I am -!!"

Words are blocked at the top, legs stretched and vagina cramped.

The tide erupts with intense noise.

"It's painful -! I can't stop the tide...... my cock is painful no!!

The meatless lower abdomen is exuberant in the shape of a male root.

I'll push your weakness from the side of your belly as you move.

"Yikes!!

Now urine splashes with screams.

At the same time, the repeated mistry drips his tongue down and faints.

I won't tolerate fainting.

I reposition myself again, back and thrust in with Dosun.

"Kaha!"

Sexy and conscious.

"I'm dying already! Die!!

There is no more strength left in Mistry.

She leans back and stretches her body firmly against the bed.

"Hey you! What are you doing just now!

The door opens, and the master of the inn with the stick and the caution stick come in.

I can't help it. I've been screaming about dying and killing.

But Mistry screamed again that the timing was right.

"It feels too good to die OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Spread the tide as you scream.

"Are you crazy? They're annoying... they charge extra for getting dirty!

"You're a stick... seriously, don't kill me"

Looks like we got it figured out.

After a breath, Mistry's face was bright red as if she had even been strangled.

"Yes, I can... I can... I can't breathe... I can't breathe..."

I'll take a deep breath, lips together, and breathe in.

I don't even hold my back as I breathe in to do it to the drowned.

Mistry's sexiness and survival are all in my grip.

The male root pulses with the dokun.

"No! I see!!

Mistry screams.

We have no choice but to pull it out here.

I hold her head and pour in the seeds all at once.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... kahu"

I get stuck breathing again from long, low screams.

After breathing in three times and consuming all of that with a shout of pleasure, the summit of Mistry ended.

"Wow."

Seeds erupt vigorously as she pulls through the male roots, followed by her own cloudy love fluid flowing endlessly.

Just put your hands on your belly and you'll see that your genitals are still cramping.

"I feel too good... to faint..."

Mistry doesn't even seem to be able to skip consciousness because of the prolonged comfort.

It was a little unscrupulous, but I hope the old man's tune is broken.

By the way, I kept whispering 'I love you', 'It's just you' and 'You're not bad' during the act.

I want to think it was worth it, though I heard from a familiar whore that it would be salvation for a woman whose spirit is destabilizing.

Fumi Mistry wakes up her body.

"... will you listen to me?

"As much as you want."

I'm glad it's a good sign. Mistry started talking to me.

The beginning of things was eight years ago.

It was when Mistry was sixteen and Goldonia was unrelated to the commotion.

Mistry, the eldest daughter of the Schmidt Borderline Bojia, had the arrogance of my common pride in noble ladies, but it was not enough to talk about it.

When it came to worries, it was about the edge of what tended to gain weight and hiccups being brought in.

The eldest son of the hundred marquis. △ △ One son of the Minister. □ □ Second son of the Duke.

The prestigious Schmidt family was all they deserved.

It's an environment that makes me covet from other women's point of view, but I guess that was boring from the natural sixteen girls.

The girl longed for a storyline romance without deciding who she was dealing with.

And I found it.

I met an unreliable knight who took part in a martial arts tournament in the realm.

The seventeen girls were attracted to the coarseness of hiding their identities and approaching them, which they did not have with their interlocutors.

The other man also has no hand in letting the seventeen women who fell in love with him escape.

Thus the two were united across identities - and if it's a story, it's close, but the reality is different.

The easy part was that an unreliable man was a piece of junk.

Mistry was raped and confused, and has since been thoroughly planted and tutored for abusive intercourse.

Painful agony was normal, made to lick his ass, urinated in his mouth, lent to his companions and even gang-raped.

Kim was also frequently frightened when she was seen as a good housemaid by her outfit.

Still 17 ignorant girls.

I exhaust myself on the person I fell in love with once, if they yell at me, I think I'm bad.

"... Dirty or painful, no matter what other guys did to me... I would have been a little happy if they told me I did well"

It all came to an end a few months later, when the baby had a baby.

There's no way seventeen women won't get pregnant if they can do whatever they want without contraception.

Mistry, half fearful and half happy, told the man everything, including his identity.

'Thus the two were bound over their identities' was on their heads.

But the men, knowing that they had made the lord's daughter desolate, turned bright blue, and disappeared within that day.

Mistry, heartless and dismayed, has no choice but to tell his father the facts.

"My father beat me up for the first time in my life. We got kicked together, trampled, whipped, but"

After that, there's a big fight about grate when you give birth, which is common.

The noise was heard by rumour-loving aristocrats and spread as far as the Wang capital. All the fringe was broken.

"Then the baby also had an abortion. Lose everything..."

Cry here, talk stops.

Pull it over and put it on the chest plate.

Mistry stopped eating satisfactorily just drinking and bathing like he was going crazy mentally.

He interacted with a stranger like he broke his body, and he made repeated suicide noises.

There are countless self injuries to the wrist. I say the thigh wound is an injury I threw myself from upstairs.

"Woman's Day stopped coming at some point. That's why it's okay if I let you in."

The family was initially comforted or angry, but now they say they've given up.

"But I had an affair last month, and the guy I wanted to get into my father told me to daughter-in-law me with a pulled face - that's why I cut my wrist in front of him and laughed at him. Since then, my family... my servants... hehe, they've all turned to me."

And then Mistry takes the vial out of his coat.

"The day after tomorrow, I was going to die drinking this poison on a full moon night. But I don't need it anymore."

Mistry throws the bottle in the trash.

"Because you found me. There was someone who would understand. I found someone who was just me."

Mistry kisses my chest plate with a voice as sweet as sugar.

"I really liked that guy who ruined my future until just now. I was going to die thinking of him. He's the only one who understands me."

Did the man give it to you? I'll get the cheap one out of my coat.

"But I don't need it anymore"

I don't hesitate to fold the wax and throw it in the trash.

"Because what you are. It was more accomplished and fierce and pleasant than that man. Besides, you only look at me... don't you? Darling."

"What's a darling?

You're excited about your words. I hold you all over your body shaking.

There is no answer to my question. I guess I'm not hearing you go into my world.

"I'll do anything for you. I'm not even afraid to die. I wish I could die with you."

Sexy should have subsided, but he licks his whole body with a rough breath.

I could save Mistry.

The background was a little heavier than expected, the illness was deeply rooted, but it would be trivial.

I didn't think you'd fall in love so far in one shot.

"I like darling... I don't... I want to die with you... darling..."

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Mistry (detonation)