Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

Moon Jung-yi arrived by taxi less than 30 minutes after hanging up the phone.

I wore a black eight-piece pants and a white sleeveless Holter neck blouse. Short hair was tied with a tail and even wore shoes.

It looks like you're going to work.

"You came right after work?”

"Woman."

"But why are you dressed up like this?"

"My mother's story. You have to look like a lady."

You're dressed in a quiet manner when you heard that your mom was taking care of you.

As if he looked pretty, he opened his lips straight and nodded his head as he blinked his eyes.

"You ate the fruit of yam yam yam yam yam yam yam yam. It's pretty."

But I didn't think that I would greet my mom. I just wanted to see Moon Jung, so I just called him without hesitation.

Come to think of it, it's weird that you didn't greet me.

Hmm. How should I introduce my mom? You lied earlier that you didn't have a girlfriend.

Moon Jung-yi frowned at the three-piece ring gel pouch.

"Oh, my God, what the hell happened? Are you hurt? What?"

Then he dug into the arms of Moon Jeong-eun, who sat on the bench, without answering. I guess I felt a different atmosphere than usual, so Moon-jung also didn't talk anymore and patted me on the back.

- Shoot!

A blow swept the leaves away with a pleasant sound.

The hospital streetlights, which are spaced at intervals that are not too dark, gently illuminate the surroundings

He tried his best to absorb the mild smell of the blouse, rubbing his cheeks against his soft chest.

Mm-hmm.

He wanted to heal by taking care of the absence of the vocal cords, but the face of the former chest minister came to mind clearly. Vocal cords were the brightest children when they talked about their chests.

I remember a short conversation with him.

"As expected, Pingdu."

Well, Pingdu is good too, but I think light coffee is the most ideal color.

"I like light coffee, too. Regardless of color, I don't like big wheels."

[I used to be a vice-minister, but now that I'm in the position of minister, I look a little different. Even though it's big, if it's small, it has its own style.]

"Oh, I know what you mean. Is it the tip that counts?"

[What's important to your heart? Just as sugar is sweet and salt is salty, your heart is always right.]

"I see. Then whose chest do you like best?"

Moon Jung is the best. I don't have that kind of heart. Perfect proportion of three circles, color and elasticity. Whoo, feel as much as you like when you can. Youth is short and the heart changes. If I can survive for a minute, I'll spend that minute licking Moonjung's chest.]

I didn't say it then, but I thought I would be willing to give the rest of my life to my vocal cords, if possible.

I should have told you then if I knew you were going to break up like this.

"Moon Jung-ah."

"Yeap."

"There was someone who loved your heart more than anyone else.”

"Huh? Who?"

"Yes ···. You can't see, but you've always been there for us. But now he's gone for a while."

"Uh, uh, uh?"

He'll show up again, right? Yeah, it'll come back like the first day we met, right?

"Did you hurt your head? I think you're going back and forth."

"No, no, no. There's something like that. I'll tell you everything later.”

"Hey?"

"Huh?"

"I smell like dog food in my head."

"I suppose so. I haven't washed for two days."

"I'm holding my breath."

"It's all right, love."

"I think I'm going to throw up, love, I'm going to throw up. Where did you get out of that sewer?"

"Laughing out loud, I'm laughing because of you."

"What the hell happened?"

"I'm sorry. I'll tell you this later, too. I don't feel good now. I'm out of my mind ···."

"Well, ·········."

If it were usual, I would have grabbed him by the collar not to be silly, but my heart seems to have been fully conveyed today. Moon-jung patted the dog-eat-dog hair still.

Then he checked that there was no one around him, reached back and pulled his own bra hook.

"Touch your chest and relax."

"No, you can just hold it."

"You said you wanted to touch my chest."

" ······Then shall I touch it a little bit?"

"It's time for my period, so touch it gently. Avoid harassment of the chisel."

"It's meaningless if you don't touch the tip ···."

"As gently and gently as possible."

I put my right hand under the blouse, which was wrapped around my waist. Put the bra up and carefully hold it in your hand as if your heart is a winning lottery bell.

Come to think of it, each of the vocal cords was named to Moon Jung's chest. Beatrice on the right and Katrina on the left.

The moistened Beatrice clung to the palm of the hand with the hot tropical night. It's time for my period, so I'm a little more swollen than usual.

"Sigh, I'm healing."

It's the chest.

It's also a chest.

Bone joints and fat feet are only for relieving sexual desire, but this chest is a panacea that heals the mind. God gave his heart to man because he could not be everywhere.

The soft nipple, which was sleeping in the glass, was put in the gap between the palms of the palm and rubbed it gently.

Moon Jung asks.

"Do you like your heart or me?"

"The heart exists by your existence."

"Do you want me to touch your tail?"”

"Which do you like better, the skewers or me?"

"Because you exist, the skewers exist."

Moon Jung-eun's hands slid into the elastic pants.

Holding the junior in his hand as if he were wrapping an egg, he tilted his head as if something was wrong, and pulled his pants to check the contents.

"Oh, what's wrong? It's not big."

"Today's me is a little sentimental."

I said so, but something was weird even when I thought about it.

Why is the guy so quiet when he touches his chest that he should have expanded already?

It was not usually quiet, but it was cramped into a complete miniature mode. The ratio of the earhead to the penis was close to 1:1.

Moon Jung-eun grabbed a miniature in her hand and rubbed her ears with her thumb to make the most of it.

Let's grow up.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh?

It's certainly strange.

Despite the considerable scrubbing, there was no sign of growing. The friction on the ear is steadily translating into pleasure.

"Wow, that's pretty good. Aren't you holding it in? Are you singing the national anthem inside?"

No, it's not a matter of patience.

I'm a man who gets an erection just by rubbing his panties.

"Grow up, yap yap."

Hey, did you really lose your body?

Is it because the puck screen is in safe mode?

It was a heart-wrenching phenomenon as much as the vocal cords disappeared.

"Hmm, it's not getting big." Did you hit your daughter before I came?"

"That can't be..."

Our handsome man is really sick. Ugh."

I urgently told Moon Jung-eun, who gave up and took out her hand.

"Try it with your mouth.”

"Okey."

Moon Jung-eun, who was lowering my pants, found a gauze on her side only then, and after giving a little explanation (a slight tear) about it, the wrinkles began. He tickled the urethra hole using the tip of his tongue and licked it round and round with only his ears in his mouth.

I focused all my attention on Junior by rolling my eyes whether people came or not. This nervous and exciting feeling. Playing outdoors also makes you feel alive.

Moon Jung-eun, who briefly took her mouth off the pepper, muttered.

"My dear, it smells like ammonia in the public bathroom."

"You can do that.”

I felt a little guilty about being bitten by dirty peppers, but for me now, the presence of erections was more important than anything else.

"But it's really not going to get big. Why?"

"Well, ···. Are you in bad condition? ···"

"Are you going to die?"

Moon Jung-eun also knows. The fact that I couldn't get an erection is a shocking hint to doubt my death.

Since then, he has carried out Operation Oral B by biting his nipples with his drooled fingers, but he has not been able to save Junior.

It was a small harvest that the sense of assessment was raised even in the state of miniature, but the situation of the invocation machine was something I had never experienced before.

“으으으, 온다, 온다···.”

문정이의 바지단추도 풀어진 상태였다. 나는 엉덩이 쪽에 손을 넣어 뒷뽀찌를 애무하면서 다소 치욕적이지만 결국은 해야만 하는 사정을 기다렸다.

문정이는 흐윽, 흐윽, 따뜻한 콧숨을 뱉어내며 마지막 박차를 가했다.

―쭙쭙쭙

“아으으··· 싼다, 싸···. 먹어줘, 꿀꺽 삼켜야 돼.”

“응···.”

불알로부터 출발한 올챙이군단의 바깥세계 관광이 눈앞에 다가온 그 순간, 고추에서 찌릿한 통증이 느껴졌다. It was as if it was an unpleasant pain that gave me goose bumps when I went to the dentist for nerve treatment.

It hurts like hell!

"Ah, Moon Jung, wait, wait, wait, wait!"

However, Moon Jung-yi moved his tongue quickly, not thinking about stopping it because of his simple sensitivity.

Kwai-kwang!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I had no choice but to pull out Moon Jung's face by forcefully. It was a terrible pain that swept through the nerves, as if lightning had fallen on the pepper.

Not a drop of semen came out.

Fortunately, the terrible pain didn't last.

***

"Mom, girlfriend."

"Hello, I'm Moon Jung."

"Ah, yes, yes."

The mother's expression looking at Moon Jung-eun first showed embarrassment.

Of course you'd be embarrassed if your son, who showed up in an hour after a friend called to see you, brought his girlfriend. Even at a glance, she's like a baby girlfriend.

He didn't say anything else because he was in front of the person, but he must be thinking, "You should tell me in advance, and you don't have a girlfriend!"

Mom looked at the face of an empty iron chair as it was placed in front of the gate.

"Sit here."

"Thank you."

"He fasted, so he didn't buy any fruit. Do you want some juice?”

"Yes, Lord."

Mom handed over a fruit drink that someone had bought, and Moon Jung-eun took the lid off without hesitation and inhaled about half of it.

The perplexed look of her mother quickly faded into curiosity.

"How old are you, miss?"”

"I'm twenty years old.

"Oh, you're a baby." College student?"

"No, I work for a company. Speak comfortably, mother."

Before coming to the hospital room, there was a question from Moon Jung-eun about what to call her mother. I just asked him to call me, but his choice was his mother.

"Ah, yes, yes. How long have you been seeing each other?

"It's been a little over four months. Thank you for giving me a wonderful son."

Oh, look at him talking about.

It was Mrs. Kim Jung-sook who was rather nervous about Moon's wrinkled attitude. He smiled awkwardly and tried to get out of his seat for no reason.

"Then keep talking. Mom, I'll call my dad for a second."

"Mom, just go in. He's here today."

"Huh? Going to work?"

Moonjung replied to her mother.

"I'm ready for work. Go home and sleep comfortably."

"No, no, no."

"Yeah, you're not old enough to take care of anyone. Come tomorrow morning. I heard you didn't sleep well."

I told my mom who was looking at me, and Moonjung added.

"I've taken care of my grandmother a lot, so she's good at this. Leave it to me and go in."

While her mother hesitates, a caregiver in the next bed, who was listening to our conversation, also helps out a word. It was an old lady who was talking about a drama with her mother.

"My girlfriend is so young. She has a pretty face."

"Heehee, thank you."

"Oh, you'really. She's like my daughter. You don't have to worry about your mother. I don't feel comfortable in bed, so just go in."

Mom eventually went home after taking over from Moonjung.

I slept two more nights and was discharged, but Moon Jung-eun kept me company from night to morning.

The vocal cords still didn't show up and they didn't give up.

Moon Jung-eun, who was washing me at the joint shower room of the hospital, tried her new daughter once more, and the terrible pain she felt in the situation repeated, and then she couldn't even try it at all.

I think this is a big mess.

I went to the urology department right after I was discharged.

an end

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