Outside Longa's settlement, Ellen and Elena were practicing Megna's dance.
Elena gave birth to a girl, and Ellen gave birth to a boy.
Elena has already finished her period and has been held by Jumka once. And Ellen finished her period yesterday.
I had it turned today because yesterday it was Shaolan's turn to already have a boy and finish his period.
Months after childbirth are important because I can't practice dancing during pregnancy.
"1.2.3.1.2.3"
Ellen dances with Elena's claps.
"Ah!"
I stopped moving with the look on Ellen's face like she noticed something as she was dancing with her legs wide up.
"What's wrong, Ellen?
Elena listens wondering about Ellen, who stopped moving.
"You know, you know, mother. I think I got it."
Elena looks strange at Ellen, who says so with a full smile.
"Okay?
"Yeah, I know what Megna's dancing is."
Look at Ellen's face. Elena clouded her expression.
Once upon a time, I remembered what Elena told her mother right after she was born.
~ Elena ~ (Past)
One day Ellen was born and her husband started treating herself as one who wasn't there. I was practicing dancing with my mother.
"I knew Elena had talent. So spare me."
I wondered what I was to my mother's word.
"What do you mean?
"I'm sorry. It's not a bad thing. Megna's dance has a deep pole. I didn't think Elena would be able to get there, even with her technical skills."
I was dismayed by that one word.
Myself, I like to dance, and my mother compliments me from time to time. Self-admiring, but I can dance better than my mother, and my mother admits it.
Why not? Is it possible that I'm jealous that I can dance better?
"This is happier as a Meña than I should have known. But you can't know, and you can't be happy. I'm so sorry."
My mother's unspeakable anger boiled.
I wonder what it is. I can dance better than my mother. So you should also be able to go to the poles of Megna's dance.
That's how I concentrate on dancing again. I kept practicing dancing that day without listening to my mother.
~ Elena ~ (current)
Then how long would it have been, my father and mother died, and I was cleared without a brother and brother, and I was broken up by my previous husband and sold as a slave.
And the stream flowed, and I came to this meadow with my daughter, and now one great man saw me, and at this age, I became a child.
I didn't expect to have kids alongside my daughter, but I guess I'm happy now.
In the end I never saw the poles of Meigna's dance.
But now it seems my daughter in front of me has grabbed something.
From my point of view, dancing is childish and immature.
I can't practice dancing for the duration of my pregnancy, so my body moves poorly.
Such a daughter saw the poles of Megna's dance.
There's no way I can convince you.
"You must be mistaken. I'm not saying anything weird. I'm gonna keep practicing."
"Yeah, maybe, but this doesn't make sense here. Not without your husband's approval."
That was me looking at my daughter smiling with a somewhat complicated look.
~ Jumka ~
It's night time after dinner.
It's Ellen and Elena's day. Ellen has been a long time. Can't wait. I can see Ellen's kind of excited, too.
I put Crimam and Shaolan to bed and tried to nominate Ellen and Elena.
"Master, I wish it was just you and me today"
Ellen said to grab it in my hand and make it sweet.
"What are you talking about, Ellen?"
Elena gets angry, but Ellen continues her sweet voice with a face she doesn't eat.
"Because you did one-on-one with Shaolan, Crimam, and your mother. Bad. Hey, your husband's good."
Crimam and Shaolan are staring at Ellen. If there was Roche or Lucci on this occasion, he would have yelled and scolded Ellen.
I didn't turn down Ellen's temptation at this time. Somehow, because I felt like I shouldn't say no. It is almost an exploration.
"All right, then Ellen's alone today"
"Yes, I'll do my best"
After smiling and answering that, Ellen had a tremendous dooya face facing Shaolan and Crimam. There must be some kind of woman's battle. I feel better not to touch it.
Elena puts her hand on her head and sighs. Ha, maybe I failed.
I took only Ellen into the room.
Me and Ellen sat across the street. Ellen bows her head.
"Master, please, no one is here today, so let me, my, my, my, my, serve"
Serious voice, I want you to let me serve. I wonder what it is. But I don't think it's a bad thing.
"Okay. What can I do?"
"Um, your husband has nothing... I'll do everything. Feel my leg dance and my hip dance."
It must have been a Migna dance with legs and hips.
"Oh, oh."
That's all I could answer.
"I'll go."
That being said, Ellen took off her black clothes and unhesitated to take off her chest and hips.
"Do you have a reading of the numbers?
"I don't want to. I'll go."
That's what Ellen jumped into me.
My lips aligned with mine, my tongue screwed and tangled in my tongue.
Slowly, snuggly intertwined with my tongue. I let go of my body and sat with my legs wide open in front of mine.
My gaze concentrates on Ellen's long legs, and the crack in between.
Ellen twists her long legs clean and dances in front of me.
The smoothness of that leg, the gloss, made my stuff hard.
Ellen moved her legs like she predicted it and put both legs on my stuff.
Ellen moves her legs into small pieces, stimulates my stuff and makes it harder.
Stimulates my stuff like a slow stroke and elevates me.
Ellen tried to cleverly take my stuff out of my pants using her toes.
The unscrupulous movement feels good again, but vice versa.
I took things out of my moving pants myself.
"I already told you, master, I'd do it all"
I leave Ellen's legs to Ellen as she thinks she's cute to say a little illuminated.
Ellen's legs are appreciated for my hardened things, and they gently creep up and down.
Stimulation unlike hands or vagina. The exhilaration that I think my long legs are moving to make my stuff feel better.
Chest and crack movements due to a little sway of naked Ellen.
Everything is going to boost me.
"How do you like it, master? Does my leg feel good?
"Oh, it feels great"
"Master, it would be a shame if you were to, but please enjoy my legs until you ejaculate like this"
When Ellen said that, her legs moved faster at once.
My stuff is rubbed off by the back of Ellen's foot tucked around my stuff.
The moment Ellen's two thumbs get pinched, the semen fires from my stuff.
I see white sperm on Ellen's brown skin.
"It's hot. Your husband, but you're feeling better."
"Oh, it was great. Come on, Ellen, okay?
I put it out once, but I can't stand it anymore. I want to be inserted into Ellen's vagina.
"Master, the next step is to move your hips. May I?
Ellen wiped her legs gently and approached me.
I don't know what it is. I expect it again. It'll probably feel good again. All right, I'll leave it to you.
"Oh."
When I answer, Ellen leans on me and pushes me.
I'm not even scared.
Ellen pushes me with all her strength as she turns her face bright red.
Oh, you want to push me down.
I understand and fall back.
"I'll do my best. Have fun."
That said, Ellen gets on her knees lightly.
Grab my stuff with your left hand, rub it gently, and open your crack just a little with your right hand.
Align. Ellen dropped her hips.
Ellen took a big, deep breath once as she entered Ellen's vagina full.
"I'll go. Your husband."
He smiled colourfully and nodded his tongue, starting to move his hips up and down.
Once back and forth, Ellen began to move her hips up, down, left, right, back and forth.
Ellen's vagina wrapped my stuff, Ellen shouldn't be held apart from me, and this should be Ellen's first ride.
But why exactly inspire my pleasant place so far?
"Ellen, it feels so good."
"Hiya, uh, I feel good about your husband, too. It's an application of moving waist dance."
Ellen moves her hips and stimulates mine, too, feeling desperate.
"Ellen, it's time to ejaculate"
"Yes, please, put a lot out in my vagina"
Ellen figured it out too when my stuff shivers and lets her know the limits are close. Start the kind of hips movement that leads to ejaculation.
The feeling of being squeezed attacked me. He ejaculated into Ellen's vagina.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh, ooh"
The moment she ejaculated, she leaned back wide and turned away. Ellen rests her hands on my chest, breathing with her shoulders.
When I saw Ellen's well-done expression, I was not satisfied and felt her rise again.
"Ellen."
Just one word to call his name. Grab Ellen's hips. I slapped my hips straight from the bottom.
"Ah! Wait for me. It's just itchy, oh, it's weak there."
I know all the weak spots in Ellen's vagina. The angle is different from the bottom but the difference is fresh and pleasant.
I'm gonna rock the ground, jump up my hips and offend Ellen from the bottom.
"Oh, wait, I want it. Amen."
"Not yet, bad Ellen for making it this high"
"So long, so long. Yes. Am I right?"
It was Ellen who quickly surrendered to the poke from under me.
The Meinians wandered, danced, found a man, nourished him, and inherited blood.
The Meinians instinctively saw men because the women who could do it survived and made descendants.
Megna's dance is mesmerizing for men. It's a dance to seduce a man.
And the pole was reached by wandering at a sensitive time for teenagers and being loved and loved by the man who married him.