Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

Im Chan-mi's accommodation was a motel a little away from the beach.

I got the key from the counter and walked up to the third floor.

The unique scent of the motel room was mixed with the smell of women and cigarettes, and three open-mouthed carriers were neatly placed under the bed.

He came with two of his friends, and while playing with them in a 3-3 tie on the sand, he was tired of the childishness and lightness of men and escaped alone.

I sat on the sofa for two.

The guy who washed his feet in the bathroom grumbled.

"I can't communicate with young people. It's meaningless, it's not fun, I don't know what's important."

"How old were you?”

"Twenty-four or five."

"Isn't it weird of you to come here and talk to me. We just meet for a day, play games and stuff."

"But I think the basic code should be right."

Lim Chan-mi rummaged through a suitcase and took out a straw from a plastic bag. It is a type of stripe in which the head bends.

"I want you to open a beer. I can't pick well because I don't have nails."

-Chi-ik

When I handed it over, I turned the lid of the can toward the entrance and fixed it with a stroke between the holes.

"Uh, you're gonna drink it with a straw? Don't you get drunk fast?”

"Well, I drink to get drunk."

"You put the straw in the opposite direction. The curved side went inside."

Without answering as if he knew it, he sat in the middle of the bed and took a long sip. My throat is sore, so I take my mouth off the straw and shake my body.

I took about two gulps of mine, too.

"You're under my spell now.”

"What magic?"

"Every time you see canned beer and straw, you'll think of me."

"That's impossible.

"Look, whether you do or not. That's what all the men I've broken up with have been like?"

The straw (or canned beer) reminded me of you, how are you? I'm getting a call.

No, it's not

I was just trying to tell you that I miss your body, but I ended up doing it.

"I want as many people as possible to remember me."

"Most people do."

"Do you like dinosaurs?"

You bastard

There is no context for dialogue.

"Well, there's no particular reason to hate it, but until you like it."

"I'm into dinosaurs these days.”

"You can look at Jurassic Park."

"I've seen it all."

"One, two was fun, but three was a mess.”

"You look like Triceratops."

"What is it? It sounds like a good name for arthritis."

He looks through his phone and turns the screen toward me.

I leaned forward and looked at him like a rhino with horns on his forehead and nose.

"Oh, I've seen it. You look like you're a good at fighting."

"You're a plant-eating dinosaur."

It lived in the late Cretaceous period, ate leaves or fruits, and was one of the dinosaurs that survived until the end because of its good reproduction.

You look like me when you have a good reproductive ability.

"Ah, I see," he said. "As a courtesy, nods his head, and moves the screen one by one to continue the explanations of other lizards' explanations. without expression

[ ········Hyung, are you having fun?]

Do you think it'll be fun?

I feel like I'm being tortured mentally.

After completing about five explanations, ask me.

"Why do you think dinosaurs went extinct?”

As far as I know, it was due to the ice age such as volcanic eruptions and asteroid collisions, but the answer he wanted seemed to be wrong, so I just chewed it out.

with the setting I saw somewhere in the modern fantasy novel

"The aliens chose Earth as a place to play games and killed dinosaurs to gain experience. And the aliens became what they are today."

"As expected."

"What?"

"You and I have the same code. Do you want to be friends?"

What is this sense of accomplishment that seems to have passed the test?

You look like a fool, but I'm proud.

"A age difference to be a friend."

"What does age matter? If we're on the same page, a seven-year-old boy and a 70-year-old man can be friends."

"Are you a college student?"

"Don't ask me about my age, my status, my job from now on."

"You should know your name."

"I'd like you to call me Rote. I don't like names that my parents gave me. I'll change my name to Rotter later."

"That's a weird guy."

I didn't say this with the recommendation in mind.

Other than that, I had nothing to say, so it was just a reaction that popped out in the flow.

The fellow agreed with a grim look.

"Right? I think I'm a bit of an odd guy.”

Come to think of it, I think I've been like that before.

I'm not good at being in front of others, but at least when I'm with close friends, I want to look different from them, want to stand out, and I try to show my presence.

Even now, such actions cannot be said to have disappeared at all. When I'm with my friends, I want to be a fool more than anyone else.

Lim Chan-mi's desire is just spreading to a wide range of subjects.

"I hope Christmas comes soon."

Oh, come on. Just one topic.

"Mr. Man."

"Huh?"

Why doesn`t it snow in summer? The weather is warm, but it could snow.”

" ·········…"

I understand, but I don't think we can keep up with this conversation forever.

Above all, it's so boring.

If there's a positive nut that boils like a silver brush, it's exciting, but it's too minor and manic.

It's cute in its own way, but the more I talk, the more I feel about it, the more meaningless and boring I am being given a loose time.

I'm not in sync with him.

Until when I saw him in front of the convenience store, he made me have fresh expectations with that bold attitude, and the more I talk to him, the more I feel strangely negatively full of negative energy. I'm not really talking about depressing things.

I thought it was a bit cheesy when we talked about dinosaurs.

[Sigh, since you're here, let's just have sex and come back. You need to sleep too.]

Uh, I just thought of that.

I don't feel like it, but I think I'll be tortured until the sun rises, so let's quickly wrap it up and retreat.

He took a mouthful of beer and stood up.

Let's see, there's a condom in the motel kit.

"Mr. Man."

"Huh?"

"Is there an alien?"

"There is. There is one here.”

"Who? Uncle?"

"Not me."

"Hey, I'm not an alien, either."

"You're definitely an alien, very strange."

I opened the kit on the dressing table, clicking on the answer he wanted.

No. Only the red junior anesthetic with the shape of the horse remains.

I asked him outright.

"Wasn't there a condom in here?"

"I blew up a balloon and blew it off with a lighter."

"There are so many things."

"It's getting really loud. But why?"

"Oh, I'm going to blow it up and pop it."

Knowing exactly what I meant, he shrugged his shoulders and sipped the straw. He sat with a pillow on his lap on his legs, moving his thighs and talking.

"The kids cleaned up the one thing that was left. I'm sure he'll find it somewhere else?

I opened the drawer just in case.

There's a yo-yo.

I took it in my hand and went up to bed.

I laid my head on a pillow on his knee.

When he decided to have sex, he chewed the straw in his mouth with a look of knowing nothing.

Chew it and bite it on my lips.

I gulped down the beer that began to get lukewarm.

"Isn't it delicious?"

"I feel it."

“우와. 우리 간접 키스한 거네.”

고저 없는 목소리로 그렇게 말하는 임찬미의 무릎을 쓰다듬었다.

피부는 조금 거칠한 편이다.

접혀진 오금에 손가락을 집어넣고 그곳에 지스팟이라도 있는 것 마냥 꼬물딱꼬물딱 움직였다.

임찬미는 급변한 상황이 민망스러운지 괜히 내 코를 들어 올려 들창코로 만들며 중얼거린다.

“트리케라톱스.”

내가 허벅지를 넘어 바지 위로 뽀찌를 쓰다듬는 동안에도, 녀석은 무표정한 얼굴로 무의미한 행동을 이어갔다.

I fold my ears in half and open them, and then I put my finger in my ear hole, pull my hair, twist it, rub it, touch the veins on my neck, touch the metal bones, come back to my face, stroke my slightly grown beard in reverse direction and die.

Then something interesting must have come to mind.

He took out my hand, laid it down in the right position, and lifted my t-shirt up to the nipples. Then he bowed his head and kissed the area of the stomach. His heavy heart weighed on his face. the right wing

a sour smell of sweat

A woman smells like sweat, too.

Huh?

I thought I'd kiss him, but he just sucked it in.

This is clearly intended to make a kiss mark.

I can't believe this is ridiculous.

Hearts sprang up on the palate.

It was washed twice while adjusting the angle, making a heart-shaped small piece.

I first saw a smile on his face.

"Do you like it?"

"Heehee, think of me every time you see this."

Oh yeah?

Then you should think about me a lot too.

It took 10 seconds for Lim to get rid of everything he was wearing.

From the moment I took off my coat, he had his eyes closed. As if I should take care of myself.

I wasn't ashamed of not washing up. The skin, which had become sticky in the sea breeze, quickly dried up due to the air conditioner and turned into a proper moistness.

Look at his body.

It's not that strong.

My skin was a little dark compared to my face.

The chest, located between the B and C cups, maintains elasticity even though it is lying down. The color of the glaze and nipples was a little dark and the area and size were a little larger than the average - not to the Big Pie - but it was covered by the elasticity of the chest.

The chicken is so high that I can see it.

When you kiss the neck of the side, which is a pin point, open your lips to both sides and slightly wrinkle your face.

I adsorbed and washed my lips.

One of the little things on the tape and one of my thoughts.

Next is the collarbone.

Two little ones on the screen and two of my thoughts.

Do they think it's a medal? Lim Chan-mi also knew I was making a kiss mark, but she didn't reject it.

By the time I chewed the fifth bit of my right chest, it tasted like blood in my mouth. I guess I've washed my gums too much.

I took 10 pictures of my thoughts only on the collarbone and chest.

"Every time I see this, I think about myself."

When he said so, Lim Chan-mi opened her eyes and looked down.

Turn on the cell phone camera to see if you can't see it well and try to see it in selfie mode.

"I think I have some kind of infection."

The horse looked proud while doing so.

Bite his lower lip slightly, turn his head 45 degrees to the side, and take a selfie with a collarbone on the screen.

Yeah, you're a nut.

This seems to have risen to the rank of beginner rather than cosplay.

Lim Chan-mi closed her eyes again after leaving two pictures.

I pulled out all my clothes and lay on my side, naked.

The boundaries of the yunyan are so swollen that it is visible.

I've never seen a baby wheel before.

adsorption

Inhalation.

Curl, tongue, tongue.

"I'm sick!"

Spread the collected thighs so that a fist can fit in them and feel the shape of the chest.

The texture of the pickled porcupine, which had been soggy from the sea breeze and sweat, was not that bad.

I want to smell it as I touch it.

He stopped licking and immediately moved to the local area to bury his nose in a sticky pronunciation.

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

the raw scent I haven't felt in a long time

Due to the "violet smelly immunity" that has been consistently received as compensation, the smell of pheromone, which is filtered out and only sour, stimulates nerves by creating a flavor full of the nose.

"Oh, it smells good.”

"Yeah, don't do it."

"Think about me every time you see me here."

"Then leave a kiss mark."

I photographed each of my thoughts between my thighs and on a conspiracy.

As expected, Im Chan-mi was not an active style.

I didn't caress my body and I didn't rush in a feminine-oriented manner.

However, as long as you don't express your disapproval, that passive attitude has its own fun. On the contrary, the shy, closed eyes, and the expressions of trying to suppress the groaning are exciting.

When I inserted it, I hugged myself like I was hanging from a tree and shook my body quite violently.

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The moan that swallowed inside was often heard by sobbing, but when asked if it hurts, it's not.

Most of the answers to my questions were short answers, either with a nod or a faint voice.

"Do you like it?"

Bite his lower lip and nod his head.

"How good is it?”

"A lot ···."

"It's better than doing it with kids, right?”

Nodding.

[Cute guy] Those who don't ask questions are deaf. growl ···]

Now, let's respect each other's taste.

I really don't want to hear your crap.

"Do I have to think about myself when I'm with other guys?”

"No, I don't want to..."

"Why?"

"Oh, no, I'm not going to do it with another guy." I'm just going to do it with you.

Oh, my. What a charm.

Anyway, they can't come to their senses when they go in.

"Oh, yeah, black, white, white, white, black!"

"Think of me! Think of me!"

I didn't know at this time.

I didn't expect that this meeting with Lim Chan-mi would be an opportunity to make Chang-soo and me feel awkward.

an end

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