Reversed Parallel World‘s Messiah

Take Mr. Isabel to bed.

I pulled my hand that far, but as soon as I got to bed, she started leading better.

"Okay, then, yuck."

I can't wait, so she just quickly took off my lower body.

And then he just lets me do what I need, and he tries to cover me up.

Mr. Isabelle's rich tits open and rock big. A heavy-duty chest was bouncing right in front of me, flirting with her hasty movements. Skin that doesn't make you feel old must have had a daily effort.

My groin starts to react when he shows up like that.

But then suddenly she stopped moving.

"Mm. I'm sorry. You seem a little too hasty. I forgot to use magic."

"Hey, what are you going to do?

Do I need to use magic for sex? The magic of sex life moisturizing with the extension that life becomes more convenient? Anyway, I wanted to know first.

"Mmm? No, it just makes me look better. If the Lord holds you too, would you prefer a beauty?

Sure, that's right. Youthful appearance, firm skin. Big breasts, thin creases. If you're a beauty like Isabelle, I'd love to hold you.

"As long as I was in Blossom. I guess there's no prejudice in appearance. Still, if the contents are the same, it better look good."

"Keep it up, Mr. Isabel."

I answered instantly.

Of course, for me, Isabelle is more attractive as she is now, because there is.

But more than that, I wanted it to be natural for Mr. Isabel.

I want you to expose everything you've faked or pushed to death in your position before me.

That's what I can do because I'm a stranger, without prejudice or common sense in this world.

Moves from me to convey my feelings. [M]

I slowly reached into Mr. Isabel's chest. The softened skin sucks. My hand deformed her big tits softly.

"Huh, that's an unusual one, like jumping on a big chest... ho"

You don't have to use magic, I guess I didn't completely trust the word, but Mr. Isabel seems to have convinced me once and for all.

Her eyes catch the meat stick, which began to swell by indulging in her breasts.

"This is huge...... thank you. Okay, let's use your chest first."

In the common sense of this world, Mr. Isabel regains his right of initiative.

She used her big tits to pinch my meat stick.

"Ugh! This is so... hot, big, hard. Is this really, like, a man's dick?

The soft feeling surrounds my meat stick. Tits pinched with poles change shape nastyly as she moves her hands rather.

"Eh, my chest is going to burn. And this... Juru."

Mr. Isabelle salivates toward a penis wrapped in her breasts.

A spilled spill from her mouth falls on a heterogeneous meat stick, of different hard and different colours, covered in a white and soft chest.

It looks slightly sloppy, its expression that opens its mouth and drops its spit is very erotic.

The spit propagates the upper milk and flows down into the valley. As I watched closely, my meat stick snapped.

"Hmm? What's up?

Her face rises and she turns to me. I'm in the middle of a pussy, so that's an upper hand.

Isabelle, a powerful beauty, is pinching my meat stick in her chest and looking up at me. If they stare at me like that, my meat stick will react again.

"Are you feeling that? Look at me?

"Isabelle is very eclectic."

"Whew.... Whew"

Mr. Isabel's eyes, nodded twice, pour out of her chest into my tortoise head area.

Then, in a crushing motion, he began to move up and down as well.

Her very big breasts totally swallow my meat stick. And the moment my penis takes out of its busty chest is also a very eye-catching sight.

"Are you excited? Big breasts, this is how they eat their penises."

Her movements begin to get intense. Move your chest wide and rub the rod up.

"It's stuck in your chest, and you can clearly see the shape."

A chest that changes shape to match the meat stick becomes obnoxiously tangled.

"Huh, what do you say? Is this what you want me to do?

Mr. Isabel moved his chest as he made a noise of chatter.

Mr. Isabel's excitement also seems to have increased, making his face red and moving his chest roughly.

The nipples worthy of the large breasts were also firmly held up.

A majestic, royal nipple of a queen.

I reach out and squeeze up that nipple. I felt a firm feel and scraped my fingers together with a tightness.

"Oh ho!! Hey, what do you do all of a sudden!?"

"I'm banging Isabel's nipples."

Even if I push it towards my chest, it will come right back with a pin. Slut nipples rubbing against her fingers.

"Ahhh! Oh, no. I can't believe I'm being blamed by a man."

I guess the Queen was on the active side of the move. To the fresh pleasure, it seemed to please me.

I also move my hips and follow her breasts slightly more forcefully.

"Huh! There's a hot dick in my chest! Oh, shit!

My rambling meat stick pokes around my noble tits. Enjoy rough, well-maintained flesh to the point of mistletoe. Her saliva and her tits were already null with my endurance juice.

Less resistance, too, offends her chest like it slips.

"Ahhh! Huh, huh!

Of course, the nipples will be scowling. The nipples that are loosened to her fingers as they harden increase her comfort.

She squashed her own chest further with force in her arms.

That way, my meat stick inside can be hugged by tight tits.

"Gotcha. How about this? Let it go."

"Ugh."

Isabelle's tongue licks up the turtle head sticking out of her chest. The majority of the rods are wrapped in soft tits and the turtle head is wrapped around a glossy tongue.

Mr. Isabel himself gets excited and bolder and bolder.

"Pelo, choo, choo, choo, choo"

My mouth leaves my salivated tortoise head. And he was immediately swallowed up by his tits.

And start to move your chest, not just up and down, but left and right or to turn.

A meat stick that is completely invisible is shaken in Mr. Isabel's boobs.

I'm about to meet my limits in unpredictable, multidirectional comfort.

You felt that look, Mr. Isabel smiled demonically.

"Heh heh, that's good. Fuck it. But, of course, we'll squeeze it after that."

The last-minute is well motivated and pure rubbing up and down.

From her valley, my meat stick quickly turns up and pulls in.

"Ugh, no more, no more squirting"

"Wow, wow..."

At the end of the day I thrust my hips up as much as I could. A meat stick like the one that grew out of her tits ejaculated vigorously.

The semen that popped out as high as a fountain poured down and defiled Mr. Isabel's face and chest.

My semen is tangled up in her skin, and I pass it on loosely.

"So thick, so much..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Isabel"

"I have nothing to apologize for. I'd rather be proud of what I've put out."

Mr. Isabel's tongue licked up the semen on his face.

"Huh. If they let you inside like this... thank you"

Mr. Isabel's eclectic appearance begins another erection that is about to subside with ejaculation.

In his loosely wrapped tits, the meat stick swelled when swollen.

"Whoa. It's back already. This brings the Blossoms..."

She tried to stare at the meat stick in her chest before shifting her gaze at my face.

"Really, Master Tomoaki might be the savior"

That's what Mr. Isabel said straight away.

I don't think of myself as such a big deal. But if I could make it a little easier for you, I'd be glad to.

I want Isabelle in front of me to feel better, too.

Next is the real deal.

Mr. Isabel wipes his semen all over his face and body.

The line between Isabelle's back and her butt as she wipes her back against this one gets into her eyes.

The crease area is so thin that it seems to break, but the buttocks area is tight and yet voluminous enough.

It's such a waste to be so charming, but usually magically hidden.

While she was wiping her body and getting ready, it looks like I'm totally ready too.

A grown meat stick was pointing toward her in a hurry.