Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

What are you going to do?

Can't you just pour it into the cup in a normal way?

However, contrary to such thoughts, my body is already lying on the floor with its back.

Because of the handcuffs, unnatural hands were put on the boat with their fingers crossed.

The cool air from the refrigerator touches my arm.

Oh, it's cool.

"Open your mouth."

Jung Sung-ah, who took out a 500-ml bottle of water, looked down at me and said,

When I opened my mouth, the queen opened her legs and squatted on my upper body. I press lightly on the back of my hand with a chubby hip.

I want to touch.

I'd like to stretch my thumb up and dig through the synonyms in a dirty way.

But now I'm just a slave.

You mustn't do anything to offend the queen.

It was not long before the queen, who turned the bottle around, took a sip first.

Then he bows his head towards me and slowly spits it out into my mouth that was in his mouth.

With my mouth open, I just moved my throat and immediately swallowed the falling stream. How many drops of it have flowed into the back of the nose is making my nose wistful.

All of a sudden...

The queen, who had spilled all the water in her mouth, lastly stretched the transparent saliva and spilled it into my mouth.

"Swallow it."

The sight of him drooling looking down with hazy eyes was so intense that the half-dead Junior stood up and touched the queen's butt.

"Are you excited?"

"Yes, Queen."

"What makes you so excited?"

"Your face.”

One of the queen's corners of her mouth went up in a grotesque way.

"You dare to have that in your mind on a dirty slave subject? I'm gonna have to punish you for this......?"

The queen lifts herself up.

Something looked thick between the crotch panties looking up from the bottom.

Huh? Are you a pimp?

You're Porchi, right?

Why are you doing that there, don't come down here.

At that moment, I heard a circuit breaking in my head.

I sat up quietly like an undertaker who fainted and woke up.

[Huh? Brother, brother?]

Gamseongdae, who was lying next to me, asks in surprise.

Uh, I can't stand the Queen's dictatorship anymore. I think we should start a revolution.

Slowly.

Jung Sung-ah was rummaging around in another suspicious sports bag on the table without knowing that I had raised myself.

He reached out his handcuffed hand and hugged the queen from behind.

"Oh, my God!"

The queen's immersion was broken in an unexpected situation.

The usual tone of voice came out of Sung-ah's mouth.

She, fully awake, commands again in a low voice.

"What are you doing? Don't you untie your hands?"

"I won't untie it."

"You're crazy, aren't you?"

"Oh, I think I'm crazy. That's right."

I lifted the saint up and moved to the mattress in my bedroom often (because of the jokbal).

"What, what's wrong with you? Obey! Obey!

"I'm sorry, but I can't stand it anymore. Let's just do it!"

I put my saint on the mattress and unpacked my first-class suitcases.

"Good luck."

The handcuffs were also a one-touch loop that mimicked, not the original keyed lock, so they could be released on their own.

Seong-ah, who was looking up at me, who untied her tie and untied the chain of her neck with a tough snap, asks.

"Are you really going to stop? We haven't even started yet."

"No, I've had enough of the joy of obedience. That's why I can't stand it anymore.”

Taking off all the equipment that was restraining me, I jumped onto the mattress in a giant pose of advancement.

Jung Sung-ah, who once bit her lower lip tightly, nods as if she had given up.

"Okay..."

Who said the age of revolution is gone!

The vicious queen has lost her supremacy.

It is followed by a declaration by the manager of the Chewchang, who makes it certain.

Pinpoint: Command, sadism, corporal punishment.

Probability of pregnancy: 0.7% (dose oral contraceptives)

Jung Sung-ah was a great actress.

The madness that had been burning in the eyes disappeared in a moment, and the deep-seated place quickly filled with resignation and despair.

It is hard to tell how many roles he has enjoyed.

The lethargic and frightened expression sent a surge of destructive desire to weigh her down even more without realizing it. Just like when I was a child who went through an ant house at my disposal.

"Please treat me roughly, my lord."

It was the first word from the lips of a saint who was reduced from the queen to a slave.

This time she gave me a vow of obedience.

"I am your master's toilet."

What's that? What's a six- What's that?

I don't know what that means, but I'm intrigued by the vulgarity and dirtyness that the nuance itself exudes.

"Please punish a dirty female who dares to hold a dirty heart to her master."

Each line is a sense of the Nomo Literature Award and this year's Ddalongor persimmon.

Can I do it? Can I really?

with a gulp

Then...

I decided to peel off what I thought was the most unnecessary thing in the world along with my panties.

"Take off your shoes."

"Yes, my lord."

My first order, the hexapod unzipped gently and took off two pairs of leza footscarves. A nice pair of feet wrapped in black stockings, which looked about 40 denia, appeared.

This is it. This is it.

Personally, I didn't have any romance about the garter belt, but when I saw the combination of garter belt and band stockings that I only saw in the video, I felt like I wanted to get a signature.

When I saw my eyes falling into ecstasy, the emotional group sarcastically criticized me as pathetic.

[It's so gross] It's gross. Was it a foot in your previous life?]

It can't be a foot.

At this point, can't we just respect each other's tastes?

I gave a second order.

"Take off your panties, too."

"Yes, my lord."

Jung Sung-ah loosened her garter belt in a sitting position and took off her panties.

There was also a lettering tattoo in English on the lower abdomen panty line.

The plot is neatly arranged in inverted triangle shape. He seems to have been treated for hair removal.

Pozzi, who seems to have already been more than average excited, shines with a drop of dew.

It was an exemplary Ppozzi that was neatly divided into one character without any problems.

Alas, I never want to be normal at this moment.

I want to be a tyrant who will remain in history forever.

I strode to the front of Sung-ah and stuck out Junior proudly.

"Wip it."

"Yes, my lord."

The ugly bat is sucked into the mouth of the former queen who kneels before me.

Sung-ah made a sincere effort to keep her eyes on me.

After my ears were somewhat heated, I grabbed Sung-ah's head with both hands.

I wanted to try.

I wanted to put it deep in my throat.

A sticky liquid that doesn't know if it's saliva or something, comes out with a feeling of nausea and stuff like that.

I pulled my head towards me and pushed my hips forward.

Sung-ah's hands grab my butt.

"Huh... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

come out

The picture that I want is coming out.

The actual pleasure was just so, but the excitement from the visuals was no joke.

He continued to be bustling, but suppressed his desire to assess the situation as it was.

Whether it's saliva from Sung-ah's mouth or not, it goes down her neck and flows steadily into the corset. Tears were streaming down from the eyes.

It's falling apart.

Jung Sung-ah is being ruined by me.

intoxicated with the desire to conquer, I gave the following order.

"Put your fingers in."

"Where..."

asked the half-open-mouthed saint again.

"Don't make me say it twice. Put your fingers in there and comfort yourself."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

"Huh?"

"Please beat me up because I didn't understand what my master said at once."

The saint said so and picked up the leather spatula that had fallen on the floor and held it in my hand.

Then he put one face on the mattress and lay face down, his hips facing me.

As he opened his legs in that condition, the Pucking Eshole and Porchi appeared starkly between the back of his wide hips.

As I ordered, Sung-ah, who began to put her hand forward and comfort her, appealed to me.

"Ahhhhhhhh....

Huh? You really want me to hit you?

No, I'm not ready to...

"Please hit me. Please..."

Sung-ah continued to urge me to stand with a leather spatula, and the manager of the restaurant also added discipline to see if it was frustrating.

An arrow and a baseball bat icon appeared on Sung-ah's hip.

Even the emotional band is swinging Sung-ah's hips with their own hands, asking what she is doing.

This is the way for everyone to be happy.

Then I'll be happy to give you a sword dance.

I swung the leather spatula at the intensity that Sung-ah hit me earlier.

-Fang!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"This much?"

Clap!

"I love it... I love it. My lord..."

Clap!

"Ouch! All right, all right!"

Clap!

The saint was so happy that I tore my ass off at about four seconds' intervals.

As her hips swell red, Sung-ah's hand movements, which move in and out of her pizzas, became faster.

Let me change my style.

This time, from top to bottom.

Full!

It's perfect!

I think he came to Sung-ah through the last blow.

There is a nasal sound like a deathbed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....

The two holes repeated contraction and relaxation as the hips, which were tightly held toward me, twitched up and down.

The toes that were stepping on the mattress closed outward, wrinkling the soles of the feet and stockings.

Best position!

I put Junior into the hall on the first floor, hitting the back of Sung-ah.

"Master, hold the hair... ..please."

If you want.

He started the piston movement aggressively by grabbing his hair from behind. The sound of Sung-ah's butt and my lower abdomen striking came out cheerfully.

-Fuck! Fuck!

"Hit me! Hit me with the palm of your hip!"

It was true that sadism is addiction.

There was no more hesitation or fear.

I grabbed my hair with my left hand and clapped my already swollen butt with my right hand, shaking my waist using the sound of the basic beat.

Every time, Jung Sung-ah's words poured out of her mouth with new concepts that she had never heard before.

"Oh, happy! I'm happy, Master! I'm happy in my butt!"

such as

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Same poetic expression...

an end

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