Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

I didn't press it painfully.

It seems that he is rationally rejecting the sudden pleasure.

But I couldn't let go now. This is because the cool time of the Jara Nara sexuality passive is five minutes. As soon as you let go of your wrist, you have to wait another five minutes. Or you can touch the other flesh while holding your wrist.

Or else, you have to drag on during the second cumulative orgasm. It delivers an irresistible amount of pleasure to reason. We have seven seconds left.

Let's drag on by talking.

Without letting go of the wrist, only slightly loosened the angle of the arm that was turned back. It was a little awkward holding hands, but now it only needs to last five seconds.

I went on as slowly as I could, checking the LED count floating on Go A-mi's head. The vocal cords counted.

"Oh, I guess my muscles are stiff. I pressed it very gently ···."

[G]

"No, that's not it."

[Three]

"Would you like me to massage your shoulders?"

[I]

"It's all right ···."

[Days]

"I think I should stop it ···."

[Huh!]

At the same time as the notice of the manager, Ko Ah-mi shrank her body by shaking her loosely held wrist as if electricity had risen. with a chanting

"Ah!"

I was surprised, too. It wasn't fake illness, but it sounded like it was really painful. A haze of heat quickly rose from her back.

I quickly got out of bed, looked at the captain's face and asked.

"Are you all right?"

Go Ah-mi only nodded her head, frowning as if she was sick enough to not be able to answer.

[Sighs] I think you'really?]

I'm flustered.

I felt like I had to do something, so I took bottled water out of the refrigerator and poured it into a cup.

"Would you like some water?”

Go Ah-mi sighed, "Ha-hoo!" Then, he opened his eyes slightly as if he was sorry.

"It's all right now. It's like this sometimes.

You do this sometimes?

Is it like gout or CRPS?

"Do you have any illness? Like neuralgia?”

The captain's face blushed. Take a short sip of the cup I gave you and nod your head evasive. It was a nuance that I didn't want to talk about that anymore.

Oh, what is it? I'm really curious.

I have seen a bottle called CRPS on TV. It's more than a nervous system that comes like an aftereffect after a car accident, and the pain is so enormous that it goes beyond the labor pains.

But people with the disease said their daily lives were almost impossible. It is so painful just by blowing the wind that it depends on drugs, and it was impossible to do extreme flares like Go A-mi.

Go A-mi seems to know some of her symptoms. There seems to be a reason why I can't say anything when I see him shamelessly avoiding answering.

Her expression on her face, which was in agony just now, is still vivid. Junior returned to the miniature version, and the idea of intersex business was completely lost. I lifted the Tuxioscope.

Is it because I touched something wrong?

Now I was worried and curious as a colleague.

I was standing there scratching my back, embarrassed for nothing.

Ko A-mi, who saw me like that, shook her head with the brightest expression she could make - but still close to expressionless.

"Yes, it's not because of the manager."

said the vocal cords, who were stroking their jaws and moaning,

Ask me one more time.

"I'm curious because you don't tell me. Is it serious?”

Go Ah-mi shrugged her shoulders like a middle school girl who confided her secret to her friend, not being fit for her height.

"I think he's just having a little nerve problem, but the hospital doesn't know. They want you to go to a big hospital and have a thorough examination. Well, it's not a problem with my daily life."

"Do you get sick all of a sudden without warning?"

"No, I'm not sick all of a sudden."

I was sure.

Ko Ah-mi herself knows when she gets pain.

"Why don't you tell me?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

The captain's face, which had subsided for a while, was flushed again.

be madly curious What is it? What is it?

[Hmm..··] Are you sick when you feel orgasm? Both of you had a passive timing.]

No way, but it was a persuasive story.

I plucked up my courage to open my words.

"What's that?"

I don't know how to say orgasm, but what else should I say?

"It hurts when you're feeling good." ······?"

Go A-mi understood what I meant and gave a weak nod without denying it.

"When you're sexually excited?"

[Just say orgasm]]

"Orgasm?"

" ·······I think so, ···."

Oh, that's right. When you feel orgasm, no, it hurts instead of orgasm.

What kind of bizarre curse is this?

The vocal cords looked almost as if they were about to cry.

Oh, my poor Amigo. That's why the sex drive and the openness index looked like that.]

"Then it's because I touched it. I'm sorry, I made you excited."

It also flaps its hands to see if it doesn't want to admit it.

"Oh, no!"

No, you're right.

"That's why you don't make boyfriends, right?"

"No, no, no. I can't make it because I'm busy."

"Since when did you do that?"

"Oh, can we talk about something else? Oh, I think it's time we left."

"Not yet."

"I'm hungry ···."

"Hey, since you're talking, talk to me straight. That's what I'm used to. What did the hospital say?”

Go A-mi finally ggged on my persistence. After making a ball balloon, he puffed out and answered my question.

My first experience was when I was a high school student, my boyfriend of the same age. Both were new. His whole body was in a terrible pain when he was making his situation. It was so painful that I was almost paralyzed. I thought it was because it was my first time, but since then, I haven't thought of any insert sex at all and only had similar sex. So far, I have dated my boyfriend about four times.

- She didn't have to say it, but Chew-chang tells us that they were all male-centered sexers who valued their own circumstances.―

From one point on, it hurt just by touching the vocal cords, and the symptoms got worse and worse, making it impossible to touch each other. I couldn't kiss and masturbate.

Holding hands or hugging is fine, but the touch itself has been traumatized.

I went to the hospital with my last boyfriend 4 years ago. The obstetrician told me to go to the neurology department, and the neurology department asked me to undergo a thorough examination, but Go Ah-mi just gave up there.

It is said that he felt ashamed and ashamed that he should do this.

I have completely rejected the idea of sexual desire.

Listening to a series of stories, Jeon Soo-hyang (a.k.a. doctor's wife) naturally came to mind.

She had the first forced relationship with her church brother in the mountains at the same time as pain and fantasy.

I asked.

"How did you feel when you first did it with your boyfriend?"

"Just naturally ··· at her house."

"Didn't you force it?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Well, ······· Is there anything like sexual assault when you were young?"

"There wasn't."

murmured as if the vocal cords had been somewhat outlined.

[Parents are conservative, boyfriends are one-way] I think it's more of a mental effect than a neurological one. Just in case, why don't we use Fuck to the Fast?]

Kuck to the Fast.

It is a reward that Moon Jung-eun's sexual desire was made into an S-class.

In the case of mental trauma that caused the person to have a silent bath or insensitivity, it was an item that restored the point in his/her head like a taillight.

I was wondering how to use this, but now I'm using it again.

"Wait a minute."

"Yes."

After asking Go Ah-mi for a while, she sat on a chair, touched the icon, and pressed her name on the list. If there is no sexual trauma, the item will not be activated.

You're right. Go ahead.]

a darkened room The moonlight coming through the curtains shines on the face of a cute little girl who is sleeping well on a children's bed.

I could see it at a glance. It was Go Go Ah-mi.

In front of my eyes, the LED notification on the chewing window is blinking.

"December 21, 1995 PM 11:31."

It was the year Go Ah-mi turned five years old.

What the hell happened to this little boy?

"Oh, oh, oh, oh."

It was a tiny groan heard in a quiet room. It was small enough to be heard when concentrated.

Ko Ah-mi's parents seem to be making rice cakes in her home room.

The volume of the church was getting bigger and bigger as it had just moved on to the climax.

"Ahhhhhah!

Then little Go Ah-mi's eyelids opened.

I shouted.

"No! Just sleep! Don't you want a sister?”

Of course, it was a cry of his own that he couldn't hear. Because I'm invisible right now.

Amy got out of bed and rubbed her eyes. After sitting absentmindedly for a while, he came down under the bed and reached up with a short hand to raise the light switch. Open the door. The light in the room lit up the living room.

Christmas churries glistening in one corner.

It was an apartment building, and at a glance, it was a rich interior from the 90s.

The groans were heard louder. I could even hear the creaking sound of the bed.

"Oh, honey, honey!"

"Hoo! Hooooh!"

Damn, the country I'm attracted to in the midst of all this is kitty.

Little ARMY's face across the middle of the living room to the main room is headed to the main room.

Oh, this is it. At this age, it'll only sound like dad teasing my mom.

Ami stood in front of the main room with a runny nose.

Whether Go Ah-mi's trauma or not, my nerves were already focused on the situation going on inside. My heart is pounding. I feel like watching a well-made erotic suspense.

When I was wondering if I should take off my pants.

"Mom, I-ing-··."

Amy eventually burst into tears and turned the door handle.

-Tick-click

The hot heat was blowing up.

Amy's parents were in the middle of a sweaty, intense toss-up under the light of the bedstand. And hold onto the hair.

ARMY's mother, who appears to be in her early 30s, had a pretty face, although her body was a little droopy. There were traces of raising three siblings on the drooping chest.

His father, who runs a sushi restaurant, had a military style that matched his brown life muscles and sports hair. He quickly puts down his hold of his head and mutters in a familiar Gangwon dialect.

"Oh, baby, are you awake? Toilet? Toilet? Why? Did you have a nightmare?”

After witnessing the scene of domestic violence, Ami became so sad that she jumped into bed with a determination to save her mother.

"Don't hit Mom!"

"Oh, baby, it's not like that. Why did you hit your mom?”

"Yes, I'm wrestling with my mom and dad. Knock, knock, knock!

That's a cliche from the '90s.

"Don't wrestle! Mom, you're sick!

"It doesn't hurt, mom. It doesn't hurt."

"You screamed.”

"No, it's not because I'm sick. It's because I like it."

"Why are you yelling when it's good? I hate you! I hit my mom with a skewer!”

Oh, this has become Go Ah-mi's sexual trauma.

A lesson from this.

Lock the door when you have sex in a house with kids.

an end

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