Reversed Parallel World‘s Messiah

It means you'll calm my things that can't heal, but it doesn't seem to change what you do in the end.

"Nevertheless, this posture..."

"Hehe, don't you think this is a good idea sometimes?

Mr. Irene responds to my words, but I don't see this face.

The only thing you can see from me lying down is her hindsight.

Is that what you call back riding?

"Isn't it hard to move?

"That's not true. How about Tomo-kun?

"Nice view."

Sleepy back dazzling, visible from Mr. Irene's beautiful long haired gap.

Plus, my butt feels more accentuated and horny than normal riding top.

The meat bars caught between the valleys of the buttocks are also already erect with that feeling.

"It will be hard to stay so stiff. I'll squeeze it all out for you."

"Please…"

When I said that, Mr. Irene began to move his hips quickly.

But I didn't insert it.

I am scratching a meat stick with my butt meat.

"Mr. Irene, you know..."

When I spoke, she turned around and answered.

"I thought you'd get tired of being monotonous even with all the sex you normally have, how about that?

Indeed, perhaps the most pleasant ejaculation, both physically and mentally, is in the vagina.

But I guess this kind of anomalous stimulus is also meant to cushion comfort by pinching it in between, to boost excitement.

"It's not bad. Mr. Irene's butt is just fascinating to watch."

In fact, the meat stick wrapped in soft, tense butt meat is freaking out with pleasure.

It is good to have a different irritation than the pussy.

There's also the disloyalty of using a place that shouldn't be used for intercourse, and I guess that plays a part in raising the excitement.

"But you're a little weak as it is."

I feel it, but it's not enough to get to the top.

I'm in a bit of a hurry, and I put my hand up Mr. Irene's ass trying to get comfort from myself.

"Oh, no."

But when I realized that, Mr. Irene paid me his hand.

I can't force myself, I'm probably pulling back.

"Tomo-kun needs to be patient and give me as much semen as possible in one ejaculation"

"How could you do that?

"Because I don't really want my body to force me. You can't deliver until you've run out of all the semen, but if you ejaculate continuously, Tomo-kun might run out of strength first."

Mr. Irene says with a difficult face.

I'm glad you're telling me you care.

Sure, it would seem tough if he got mad five times and six times in his current state.

However, being forced to ejaculate can be painful.

Well, let's take Mr. Irene's thoughts down this time and try to be as patient as possible.

I decided to concentrate heavily on the feeling of her buttocks.

"Thanks, I'll do my best too"

You accepted that my movement stopped, and I thank you, Mr. Irene, for turning back.

Then for a while, only the sound of the two skins rubbing against each other and her rough breath remained in the room.

Has it been long enough or more?

My sexiness was getting higher, and I couldn't bear to put my hand up my ass again.

Now there's nothing I can stop, and I grab Mr. Irene's butt meat.

"Oh, Tomo-kun......!

She wore herself into a sudden caress, but the words stopped my hand.

I grabbed the soggy butt meat and did whatever I wanted to rub it in place or push it against the meat stick to stimulate it.

Raise to the limit the sexiness that was also increasing the meat bars on the new stimulus.

"Mr. Irene's butt, he's just going to rub it like this."

"Hmm, ahhh... so much flattery, there's nothing out there, is there?

"It's up to me to let it out, isn't it? We have to fill this place up."

"No, Tomo, if you..."

Mr. Irene turns his face red and turns away.

It's one of those exciting things for us, even in a conversation like this.

Alone with Mr. Irene, we can even have a conversation like this.

"Tomo-kun, this..."

"Yes, I can't seem to stand it anymore..."

What Mr. Irene is saying must be about my meat stick.

elevated to the brink of ejaculation with her ass slack.

"What are we going to do? With your butt like this? Or do you want me to go inside?

Looks like he'll let me choose whether to ejaculate with the butt slack or just insert it at the end and let it go inside out.

What a luxurious choice.

But anyway... I guess I want to end up with a bum chip like this.

"Keep it up, please"

"Okay, well, I'm gonna end up pushing your ass as hard as I can."

To put it that way, Mr. Irene accelerates his hip movements.

Wet buttocks are slipping with leaking love liquid, creating great pleasure in the meat bars.

"Mr. Irene, out!

"Tomo-kun, get your ass full!!"

As I echoed her voice, I ejaculated.

I just put up with it, and I get the uninterrupted pleasure.

During ejaculation, I couldn't help but grab my butt.

Since the meat stick ejaculated with it buried in the butt meat, the semen has white-contaminated Mr. Irene's butt, but we have nothing more to worry about than this stain on each other.

Mr. Irene moved his cheeky ass until I ran out, so I could have a nice ejaculation to the end.

"My butt is so hot... Tomo-kun, you got a lot out there"

Mr. Irene, looking back and checking his own butt, breathes cheeky.

"Yes, I thought I'd lose my hips already"

In fact, you can barely put enough effort into it, and you won't be able to blame Mr. Irene from yourself anymore.

"But you're not out of stiffness yet, are you?

"Yeah, but I think it's the last time. I'm not going to have any more."

I'm just about to run out of breath talking to Mr. Irene like this.

"Then where would you like to end up?"

"Of course that's in Mr. Irene..."

"I thought you'd say that."

When she laughs, she lowers her hips with her head back to the front.

And when I took the meat stick that trembled on the aftertaste of ejaculation, I inserted it into my vagina from myself.

"Oh, how big is it that I ejaculated so much? My uterus mouth's been slapped already... ahh"

Mr. Irene's vagina still tightens me tight, and that pleasure culminates in the erection of a meat stick.

After all, she's the best in her.

Wouldn't it be higher than any other woman in terms of compatibility?

When my meat stick trembles with a bicum, my vagina tightens cumulatively as if responding to it.

"Ha-ha-ha... Ugh, it works, right?

That's what Mr. Irene says and starts waving.

Reddening her skin, shaking and shaking her hair, she looks like she's on a real horse.

I'm almost tuna already, but watching her porn makes me want to move.

But all I can do with my strength drained is stick my hips up a few times.

Then I'll just have to put up with Mr. Irene until he gets sexy enough too.

"Ha, ha, ha, ooh! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Mr. Irene keeps waving his hips with a characteristically low gasp.

"Oh, guh. Tomo-kun, how's it going? Isn't that cool?"

"Pretty much, it sucks already..."

Answer with interruption in a consciousness that begins to blur a little.

"Well, I'll keep it for the last time and make you crazy."

What is it? If I thought so, Mr. Irene fronted.

And get in shape so that the stomping also works.

"I may get a yi along the way too, but Tomo-kun will try his best to yik..."

And then Mr. Irene starts waving again.

"Ugh, oh!?"

But the hip-swing was not the same level as it was just now.

The speed and feel of the hips being swung down are out of step, and the depth at which they sink in is a few centimeters deep.

When that happens, naturally, the tortoise head part penetrates the mouth of the uterus, but it also keeps waving its hips free.

"Whoa, whoa! Aw, whoa, whoa!

Mr. Irene's voice has also reached a level where he does not know if it is wheezy or rather vocal.

The tightness in the vagina is also tight, and it's not strange whenever meat sticks erupt.

But about the end, I squeeze my strength and stick my hips up out of my desire to drive her crazy.

"Uh-huh!? t, Tomo-kun?

"Mr. Irene, at the end of the day, together..."

With that said, Mr. Irene's body trembles with a blurb.

"Well, if you say that, I'll be happy and too icky. Wow!

She waves her hips violently again.

From what I can tell, only Mr. Irene's ass looks violently shaken up and down, but this is also irresistibly horny.

When I got here, I also abandoned my desire to indulge in it, just sticking my hips up with all my remaining strength.

And

"Ig, I ig!

"Me! I'll get it out, Mr. Irene!

"I said, Tomoku! Me too, Iguuuuuuuuuuu."

They were both stunning.

I ejaculate momentum like squeezing semen out of a golden ball.

Mr. Irene shudders his hips gawking and falls as-is.

At the end of the peak, which I thought would have lasted more than a few minutes, I forced my arm to move and hold her.

And when I hold Mr. Irene in my chest, who is a sloppy Iki face, I lose my mind like I've done my best.

My last thought was, I'm sorry about the maid who cleaned it up... what a miserable thing.