Sekkusu & danjon! ! ~ Wagaya no chika ni, H kaisū = reberu no danjon ga shutsugen shita

After my first sex with Mr. Fuyushima, I forced my cleaning fella to revive the meat stick and enter World War II.

And of course, it didn't end twice, and we kept going with WW3, WW4 as we put in the break.

It all ended when I ejaculated a total of six times and the time also went around 2: 00 p.m.

... and in the morning.

Sleeping well, I woke up feeling mysterious in my lower body.

"Juru, mmm, mmm..."

"Mm-hmm... hmm...?

Tiredness characteristic of waking up.

I still feel tired because I used too much strength last night.

But the meat stick had a strange pleasure that was kind of healing.

What the hell is this...?

I'll turn the futon and see who it is.

There's...

"Mm, Juru...... hmm.... oh, dear."

"Oh, oh... Good morning, Mr. Winter Island"

Mr. Winter Island greets him flatly with his meat stick hanging.

The outfit remains naked.

I managed to respond to it and finally remembered just before I fell asleep.

(Speaking of which, I woke you up in the morning with a fera and you gave me an order...)

In the midst of six rounds of intense sex, I was on track to teach Mr. Winter Island all sorts of things.

Mr. Fuyushima followed it faithfully and without any resistance.

The Awakening Fella was the last service I taught.

…………

"Go on. I want to launch one in my mouth for now."

"Hmmm.... jiru, gu, gu, chu pu"

I've been staring at this one silently, so I give him an order, and Mr. Fuyushima nods small and resumes caressing.

It's still very submissive.

Maybe you'll listen to anything 'Destiny Man' says.

"Mm, mmm, jyu, jyu"

"Ah... it feels good, Mr. Winter Island..."

Drain your whole body and just enjoy pleasure.

When I close my eyes and only become aware of the movement of Mr. Fuyushima's mouth, I feel too comfortable and as if I am in heaven.

There was so much happiness in being able to feel drowsy with such superb service.

I'm going slowly to ejaculate.

I released semen last night until my testicles were empty, but I felt I could sleep through it and recover somewhat.

I think I can spit quite a bit into Mr. Fuyushima's mouth.

"Juju, nju, nju...!

You realize my limitations, Mr. Fuyushima makes his service so intense that he pushes one by one.

The head is well up and down, and the tip of the tongue is delighting the meat stick properly.

Though as expressionless as ever, its beautiful face felt a little dumb because of its meat stick.

"Oh... I'll be out soon..."

"Jum, n, gu, ju, ju...!

Ignore my tranced voice and continue serving, Mr. Winter Island.

I don't see how you're reluctant to be put in your mouth, and I wonder when you can ejaculate.

I gave him some semen last night, and he's going to drink it thoroughly this time.

In no time, the feeling of ejaculation grew larger, and the spine became zoster.

I don't resist it at all, I just keep putting myself in Mr. Fuyushima's mouthwork.

And...

"Come on, get out... Ooh...!!

Doku! Doku! Doku! Doku!

"Mm, mmm, mmm, mmm...!

The feeling of a meat stick spitting out semen.

The pleasure fills my head, and I just weaken and enjoy it.

Oh, it feels good.

An uninterrupted sense of pride strikes me that I've had the best ejaculation since morning.

Mr. Fuyushima swallowed all the desires put out and made me focus gently and comfortably on that.

"Mm... juggling...!

"Ooh......!

At the end of the sporadic release, Mr. Fuyushima also sucks up the semen left in the urethra.

Unexpectedly, my voice leaked out of my mouth, and my hips trembled with viculence.

Great service.

He certainly did it when he was an "extract of thirst," so I guess he learned from the experience then that I would be happy.

Fuyushima-san sucked everything as it was, and he also sounded his throat and swallowed semen.

"Mmm... puha..."

"Phew...... thanks, Mr. Winter Island. It felt good."

"... n"

Mr. Winter Island finally gets his meat stick out of his mouth.

As I thanked him, I nodded silently as I wiped my mouth.

It's like nothing.

Even if they make me serve like this in the morning, they're still not getting any emotions.

(Really, I wonder what's going on in Fuyushima's head...)

Think blurry about that while watching Mr. Winter Island get out of the futon with Goso Goso.

Hardly change your expression, Mr. Winter Island, which is too cool.

What the hell structure does that mind have?

I had a physical relationship, and I had no idea.

But, well, maybe that doesn't matter.

There is one fact that matters to me.

Fuyushima makes it easy for me to fuck you.

If that's all I knew, nothing was wrong.

…………

Don't even know what I think, Mr. Fuyushima wears water colored underwear out of the tans.

And I wore the same white piece that I wore yesterday.

Due to yesterday's intense behavior, my hair is bumpy.

But Fuyushima, in a piece, was very attractive with her beauty as well.

………… ... Winter Island, keep your hands on the wall and stick your butt out "

……

"Quickly."

I have been unexpectedly murky, so I forcefully order you.

Mr. Fuyushima didn't seem to understand my intentions, but he did as I obeyed him for now.

I stand behind it and lift the hem of a piece.

…………

…………

Dewy little butt.

These water-colored shorts are decorated to look luxurious.

I turned the area between my legs and exposed the secret to air.

"... do?

You finally understand, Fuyushima turns to ask.

It's still faceless.

I don't feel particularly inclined to have sex.

I nodded back and crawled my fingers to the secret to get ready for insertion.

"Huh... ah...!

Mr. Winter Island, who makes his body bicker and gasps small.

They let me mess with my body until I got tired of it last night, so I know how to blame it effectively.

To enhance Fuyushima's sexiness, it's a good idea to gently scratch her to tickle the clitoris.

"Ku, um... Ha...!

Whoa, I knew it was getting wet right away.

He wasn't wrong that this way of caressing was effective.

Well, it's the blame I found after ordering Mr. Fuyushima to "touch it all the way, so tell me how it felt best," so naturally it's the right answer.

"I can insert it. Stay where you are."

Saying, accompany the erect meat stick to the vaginal entrance.

I ejaculated six times last night and just got it out again earlier.

But if I think I can use Mr. Fuyushima's body, I think I can give it one more time or so.

It may take a while to get it out, but having fun for a long time is good too.

As I was, I inserted a meat stick into Mr. Fuyushima's secret office, which was still motionless.

"Ugh...!

Mr. Fuyushima leaks a groaning exhale with his hands on the wall.

The vagina is still tight and still less wet, so it may have hurt a little.

But is it a defensive reaction of the body, the vagina immediately secretes additional love fluid to welcome the meat stick.

This would be okay to piston.

"I'm moving."

"Mmmm.... ahhhhhh...!

Exchange words briefly, then slowly start the sampling.

As always, Mr. Fuyushima's vagina is tight.

I framed him many times last night, but he still doesn't seem used to accepting meat sticks.

"Ahhh, ahhh...!

Winter Island just keeps accepting my hipster in a piece.

I knock my torso down and try to hold it to Mr. Winter Island like that and keep pumping it.

After all, Mr. Fuyushima's body is quite thin.

If I hug you hard, you're going to break it.

"Huh...! Ahhh, ahhh...!

I keep waving my hips all I want.

When I stuck my nose in Mr. Fuyushima's hair and breathed in, I couldn't wait to be paralyzed by that sweet scent.

Makes me want to do a more intense piston.

But then I realized I had something right next to me.

Between the walls next to the tans.

It's got a cloth on it, but that... that's a big look.

"... Mr. Winter Island, I'm going to walk a little"

Hmm......!

After a single call, move to the appearance with the insertion.

Although Mr. Fuyushima floated a question mark, he did not resist and followed it.

Keep moving, and I'll get rid of the cloth that was on my face.

And...

"Grab onto both ends of the mirror. So, look at your face. Don't look away."

……

Mr. Winter Island stares at his face in his appearance as he was told, even as he lays his neck on these words.

When I checked that, I restarted the backward sampling.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa...!?

From pleasure, Mr. Winter Island's face is distorted by troubles.

And to his own expression, Mr. Fuyushima raised a bewildered whisper.

I'm asthmatic but my eyes are open and I'm amazed enough to tell by my side.

It's unusual for Mr. Fuyushima to expose his confusion so far.

It seemed so unexpected that I wasn't the usual faceless look.

But this reaction, for this one, is right on target.

I sneer and laugh, whispering to Hiroshima to make her talk.

"Mr. Fuyushima, you look so horny. Does it feel so good to be panted by me?

A subtle word, like feeling a little disgusting too.

But Fuyushima can't reply to anything.

All right, that sounds good.

He slapped the fact that 'you're a slut' well and was shocked.

(This is the flavor of discipline)

Feel the joy of being overwhelmed and make your face even more nibbly.

It not only devours the flesh, but even the spirit.

Very advanced, great way to play.

In a way, it also feels better than waving.

But the best thing is to feel better, both physically and spiritually.

I will intensify the sampling and further pursue pleasure.

"Ahhh, ha, ahhh... Huh!

To my hipster, Mr. Winter Island gasps with a frown on his chisel.

Her cheeks are dyed red, too, and that face in the mirror is so sexy.

And Mr. Fuyushima never turns a blind eye from his own expression like that.

They're only going to keep my orders.

(Then...)

I keep waving my hips closer to Higashima-san's secret.

He's looking at his slut face because of it.

At any rate, I want to show you the best face I can get.

As it was, I gently tickled the clitoris just below the vaginal mouth where the meat stick came and went...

"Ahhh! Hmm, ha!

Weaknesses are touched and Fuyushima-san makes a sharp noise.

Good response.

I've just lost my virgin, and I still can't do Ike's just for sampling, but I might be able to take it to the top if I blame it here at the same time.

"Uh-huh, uh-uh, uh-huh!

As he continues his intense sampling as he jerks off the clitoris, the tone of Mr. Winter Island's voice grows higher and higher as he aims.

The hand that holds the appearance has power, but still keeps an eye out of its own face.

Watching how it went, I pushed myself to my limits again.

Communicating the spine is the feeling that a large amount of semen wants to go outside.

The last moment, it's almost there.

"Ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh!

Pampered, pampered.

The sound of meat and meat bumping into the room sounds slutty, and they both increase their sexiness for maximum pleasure.

The vagina is starting to cramp into small pieces at the top hunch, and all I can think about is spitting semen out already, too.

And in no time, I will visit then.

Reaching the limit of patience, I slammed my hips thoroughly at the end and at the same time crushed Clitoris hard.

"Ugh!

"Mmm, ahhhhhh!!

Doku! Doku! Doku! Doku!

Such an overwhelming pleasure to groan unexpectedly.

At the same time, the vagina, which was extinct, tightens the cucumber and the meat stick, wanting the semen.

The meat stick exhales its desire with momentum to its pleasant feel.

"Ahhh, ahhh...!

Mr. Winter Island, who cramps his body and is about to enter.

I grab Mr. Fuyushima's hips like that and force him to stand, pouring merciless semen into him.

And after I finished spitting everything out, I finally slowly let go of my hand and let him go.

"Phew..."

Sigh loudly for a pleasant fullness.

It felt very good this time too.

I think I could have gotten all the semen that was replenished after a night's sleep.

It's refreshing in the morning and very satisfying.

(And now the LV goes up 8... 16? Wow. One Special Night Pass doubled the level.)

The total number of ejaculations since last night is eight.

The LV is more explosive than I expected.

The LVs of the third tier enemies are 10-15, so all the enemies there have already been downgraded.

The battle will also be able to proceed quite advantageously.

I can say that the "Special Night Pass" was quite valid from the first one.

I approached Mr. Fuyushima, who remained in the tatami, screaming delightfully from the inside that everything was going well.

It feels good and satisfying, but Mr. Winter Island needs to continue to be well tutored.

In the meantime, this time too, I need to let you do your cleaning fella.

... but when I tried to poke a dirty meat stick in front of him, I noticed something strange.

"... Mr. Winter Island?

…………

You didn't even answer my call, just keep your mouth shut, Mr. Winter Island.

Its eyes are still staring at its own face in the mirror.

Are you still following my orders to watch...?

(No, you're not... What? What does Fuyushima care...?

Wondering, Mr. Fuyushima starts touching his face with both hands petting.

And he went on with it for about a minute, eventually turning to Kurli and this way.

"... Destiny Man"

"Oh... oh, I'm Mr. Winter Island's destiny..."

"Yeah. Destiny Man"

Mr. Winter Island nodding as if he was convinced of something.

Honestly, I don't know what that means.

As usual, it's faceless, so I couldn't read any emotions.

(... Well, it doesn't matter. Looks like he's gonna let me fuck him in the future...)

That's what I think, and for now I point to the meat stick that stays dirty on me.

Fuyushima-san immediately put it in his mouth.

Then I had the breakfast that Fuyushima-san's parents had prepared for me, leaving the Fuyushima family behind.

It was a welcome mood to the end, so I tried to say "I'll be back" on track, but your parents were thrilled with it.

At the doorstep, they exchanged hands.

Really, I wonder what kind of person you think I am.

A mystery.