The Civil Officer Can Have Sweet Dreams

Creet's lips slowly drift off as she was kissing her. When Priscia breathes heavily in her liberated mouth, her lips are dropped on its moving throat and licked.

"Ya."

As her lips traced from her neck to her clavicle, irritation ran on her chest and Priscia voiced unexpectedly. The finger picks the top of his chest and moves like this. A small electric shock ran from Priscia's chest to her back. Already, the place has changed because of Creet to a place that feels solid just by being lightly touched.

"Mm-hmm."

At work, Priscia always gets excited with shame when she wonders if a brilliant hand who would have paperwork and a brush is messing with such a nasty place. I wonder if Priscia would be too ashamed of herself.

When a clever Creet finger gently, but obstinately, blamed Priscia's chest, she could see the twitchy heat she was already used to coming from behind her body, and Priscia moved her hips with her thighs and tried to close her legs. I resent the body reacting on its own against the will of Priscia. The overflowing flutter tells us exactly what Priscia feels in the Creet.

Creet laughed small when she realized what Priscia's movement meant. Then, slightly more forcefully, he interrupted his body between Priscia's legs and rubbed up Priscia's secret with his creet's thick crotch.

"Yikes!

Stimulated by hot man's feet, Priscia's body bounces. As Priscia wrapped her legs around Creet's legs in an attempt to stop that leg movement, Creet let her hands off her chest and shifted her body downward to grasp and spread the base of Priscia's legs all the way.

"No, no, no, no."

Ignore Priscia's sweet voice of restraint, which anticipated what would come after that, and put her face closer to Priscia's lower body, which Creet spread.

"Ahhh!

Priscia's back turned. Creet's lips are pressed against the slightest protrusion of her lower body, with the weakest Priscia, contained in her hot mouth as she eats. Priscia's body jumped at the direct irritation of the difference in digits from when she was in the chest.

"There, there, there."

I can see myself overflowing again with embarrassing fluid from the back of my body at once. Damn, even so, I don't have a trial that Creet has ever stopped trying for me. I mean, Priscia always cares a little about what she says "no way". It's not like I really don't like it. It's just that I'm embarrassed and I don't know what to do, and I get out of my mouth on my own. I wonder what Creet always thinks of his wife as "I don't like it," I'm sorry.

The flower core is relentlessly revealed with a hot tongue. Priscia twisted her body over the sheets as she heard the overflowing Priscia's love solution mix with Creet's saliva far away to the room. The lower body is firmly anchored to the creet and only the upper body hits.

"Yah."

Creet moved her tongue as she heard Priscia gasp that she couldn't hold back. I can't help but enjoy pleasing my wife. I didn't even care if my mouth got wet on Betta, and Creet was savoring Priscia. This is the first time Priscia has ever served like this in an act with a woman. The calmly deposited type of creet hasn't really stripped her of her instincts even in her actions with women, but she does her best to Priscia. Sometimes that means that Priscia only knows Creet.

Unless Creet teaches you a lot of pleasure, I'm sure Priscia will never know that for the rest of her life. Creet has no desire to let go of Priscia. I'm going to keep it in my arms for the rest of my life. Priscia will never forgive another man because of her personality.

So I have to let Creet teach Priscia all the sexual pleasures she can possibly have. It was like a duty to Creet. Obligations, but I also feel like I'm just having fun.

"Oh, oh,"

Priscia's body is powered by a cliche that keeps licking. Creet let go of her mouth, feeling the air about to reach her pinned and stretched legs. When I looked up, Priscia, who accidentally lost her intense irritation, was watching Creet with her moist eyes. Creet laughs at her mouth when she sees that her eyes are putting on a color that is somewhat resentful because she was stopped just before she reached it.

Wiping his dirty mouth with various liquids with his arms, Creet stretched his body and hung it back on Priscia. You could have reached it with your mouth, but these days Priscia has finally started to feel it inside. I wanted Creet to reach it herself, not her mouth, anyway.

Re-grabbing his hips, he presses himself against the wet secret where Creet wanted to be hot. As he explored the entrance with his tortoise head and advanced his hips all the way, Priscia's back became.

"Hey!

I've embraced Creet many times already. I happily embraced the man there so as not to make him feel the narrowness of his first time, but Priscia's face seems a little bitterly distorted. Still, once you get inside, that distortion of expression turns into something you fell in love with.

"Ah..."

Did you find out that Creet was all inside, Priscia loosened her expression and shook her body a little. Seeing that soft smile always makes Creet's chest hot. Priscia accepts me, and I am satisfied with happiness.

At first, she had no romantic feelings. It's like getting married because it's convenient. Of course I didn't have any bad feelings for her. But now it's so important and dear. When Priscia covered my creations in front of Fame, I sincerely wondered how lucky and happy I was to have her admire me like this.

I'm sure Creet is calm that she won't be able to live without Priscia. I'm not sure I can live without a presence beside me, not just my hands, Priscia.

Maybe that means Creet is weaker, but Creet thinks he's not so bad about himself.

Slowly pulling out the genitals that were entering the back again distorts Priscia's brow. It looks painful, but Creet already knows it's a distortion for intense pleasure. Priscia is weak in the shallow.

Creet, who is deciding to spoil his wife tonight, has decided to move as Priscia feels best.

Priscia screamed sweetly as she pulled her hips to the critical point and started pumping using thick turtle heads and bits in a shallow place.

"No, that, no!

Priscia's whispers are always childish and cute. Creet moves her hips hard in a shallow place, poking her back several times, and then pulls her hips back and rubs the shallow place up herself.

Priscia, who had been elevated just before she reached it, could not successfully digest the intense pleasure she was given, or she burst sweetly on the sheet like confused.

"Yah!

Gacun and Priscia, who once cramped her body, thrust her whole body. Creet momentarily punches a hot pile in the back. I wanted to taste the top of Priscia throughout her genitals.

Reached, Priscia cramps her vagina and tightens her creet hard over and over again. To that feeling, Creet exhaled as well. Some of the Priscia I reached is hot and won't let go of my creet.

Priscia's dementia and the satisfaction that was pleasing her wife also culminated in the excitement of Creet, rocking her hips several times to give her a final push. As Priscia raised her sweet voice, Creet also stuffed her breath, releasing pleasure.

Spread greed among Doc and Priscia. Drunken by satisfying pleasure, he poured into Priscia until the last drop, and Creet rocked her hips as if she were instinctive. It was like stirring inside Priscia so that her own greed could be sent deeper.

As he began to hold Priscia, Creet often felt the instincts of the organism. This has never been a relationship with a woman.

I wasn't so strong about wanting kids.

But I started holding Priscia, and Creet gets attacked by that thought every time I lay my body on top of her, hoping that Priscia would host her child soon. Is it the instinct of the organism?

If only this self-exhaled greed could bear fruit in Priscia. Then, completely, Priscia will belong to Creet. I feel that way.

Creet, who caressed Priscia's smooth underbelly unconsciously, laughed small at her own instinctive appeal, which she had never felt before. I think it's foolish for instincts to rule over everything. But I still didn't feel bad.

With regret, Creet slowly pulled herself out of Priscia. Immediately after it was reached, Priscia was acutely sensed, and the grown-up Creet just passed through her vagina, making her squeamish and smile at Creet.

With the dirty lower body gently tucked in a cloth, Creet held Priscia into her arms. I'm going to spoil it tonight, so I'll stroke your hair and gently mouth off your head. Priscia is relieving herself by blushing her skin and pressing her forehead against Creet's chest.

"Are you all right?

When Creet heard, Priscia nodded cocoon. Again at the young age of the trick, Creet smiled and put her jaw on Priscia's head, exhaling at the satisfaction of earlier acts.

"……… Dear Creet"

"What is it?"

Creet listens back gently to Priscia's little voice with her face buried in her chest.

"Um, don't you hate it?

"What?

Fingering Priscia's soft hair, Creet indulges in the hair.

"... I, always... you know, I've just said things that I hate..."

"Hmm?"

"Well... it's not that I really don't like it, but I got out of my mouth on my own..."

I don't know what Priscia wants to say, and Creet circles her head as she plays with her hair. In a soft time in bed rather than at work, Creet's head also spins a lot slower than usual. Especially when you're with Priscia, you lose your mind and Creet is totally on holiday.

"I'm not reluctant to do what Master Creet does..."

"……… Yes."

Watching how her ears were turning red, Creet finally realized what Priscia was excusing herself for, and accidentally laughed out in her voice. How cute, my own wife!

"I wonder what you're apologizing for. Did you care about that?"

Laughing, Creet re-hugs Priscia.

"I rather like it, though. When you tell me, I want to do more."

Don't let Creet mess with you a little. Saying with color, Priscia silently pressed her forehead hard against Creet's chest. I found myself shy, and Creet loosened her face.

"I'm still trying to figure out if you really don't like it? Was that decision wrong?

When Creet heard, Priscia shook her head as she sifted without showing her face.

"Then don't worry about anything. Of course, I don't care if it's more."

As Creet said, Priscia raised her bright red face and stretched out her body, in turn holding Creet into its chest.

"Please go to sleep now. I have work to do tomorrow."

They decided to force me to end this topic. Priscia embraces Creet's head with supple arms. A soft chest hits Creet's cheek. As that gentle hand stroked Creet's head, the fatigue that was just a little bit vanished in an instant, and Creet narrowed her eyes. I really think it's heaven in Priscia's arms.

"Your hands are amazing."

Smudge and Creet shrugged. I would be the luckiest person in the world to grab this hand.

"Master Creet's hands are more amazing"

Priscia shrugged overhead, too. I didn't know what that meant, and I said, "Yeah?" Tilting her neck, Priscia continued with a small voice.

"Me, just being touched by Master Creet, it makes me crazy. Master Creet's hands are more magical."

Listening to Priscia's words, Creet became silent during the bundle. Creet knew that her current words had turned the heat on again.

"Priscia."

"Yes?"

Creet makes a sweet voice. After the act, the two of them still have bare skin.

"Can I do it again?

As Creet raised her gaze, Priscia widened her eyes a little surprised. Think about time issues and Priscia's body as well, it's rare for Creet to mouth a second time. Priscia's eyes stain red on her husband's favor.

"Yes..."

Still, when Priscia nodded, Creet laughed. By and large, there has never been anything like Priscia turning down Creet's favor.

"In the end, I'm sweet to you again."

Creet wakes up happy even though she says so. Priscia likes the delightful look that Creet brings to mind. Extra because I know it's only in front of Priscia that you look like that.

Once he accepts the creet and is infused with plenty of that desire, Soko is completely softened. Standing loose and still not hard enough, Sole also accepted Priscia's body gently as Creet pushed her hand in.

"Huh."

"……… oh, good in you"

As we progress inside Zuzu and Priscia, the heat of the Creet increases in hardness. I feel like I'm going to melt when I'm all in and wrapped from tip to bottom in a warm soft wall. The instinct of an unconscious woman trying to please a man, or Priscia's body clings to Creet cuckoo.

As he narrowed his eyes to the stimulus, Creet decided to move out. Earlier I aimed for a shallow place to blame for Priscia's weakness, but now I want to taste all of Priscia carefully.

Once reached, Priscia quickly turned her entire body into a sexy belt as the deep and large creet moved out.

"Mm-hmm. Ah, no."

Priscia was bored as Creet thrust up many times with that hot, thick pile. Priscia has already been redesigned by Creet into a body that feels deep inside alone.

Still, he grabbed that chest so that Creet could push him away, and when he stimulated his nipples, that whisper went higher.

"Dear Creet!

Priscia's arm stretches out and holds her husband's head in. The body of the hip-moving Creet is blurred, but Priscia's arm hugs the Creet all the time, and her hands are placed on her head and neck. Priscia always tries to unconsciously heal Creet, even at times like this. Creet's breasts get hot all the time because of that bullying.

"Priscia."

I love you, and Creet has character and I can't easily put it in my mouth. Besides, it's a dialogue I've never thrown up on anyone before. But Creet knew that she would be the only one in her life to say that.

"Priscia."

A voice so sweet and soft that she laughed herself shaped the name of her beloved wife, whose mouth blocked the warm lips that were overflowing with cute whispers.

In the morning, Creet woke up in a refreshing mood. Priscia is still asleep. After staring at that sleeping face between the bundles, Creet gently walked out of bed. "Priscia still let me sleep," Nella said in a small voice as she showed her face as she was dressed in her room.

Nella nodded with a gentle face.

Prepared to go to the royal palace, Creet showed her face in the dining room before leaving the mansion. I do my gaze at Duran and Fame, who were in their seats, to their son, who showed up.

"Can I have breakfast?

"No, fine. I'm going to work now."

Answering Hans, who approached him, Hans nodded, "Please wait a moment," and left early. I guess they'll even prepare a simple snack that can carry something. Before Priscia came to this house, even when she came home occasionally, Creet always never had breakfast with her parents, and she did so.

"Creet."

Fame, who was silent as if to ignore his son's presence, accidentally called out. As Creet turned her gaze to see if it would continue last night's story again, Fame spoke in a quiet voice, and still kept saying the novel.

"You're a really angry kid."

"Excuse me."

"For a long time, I always have. You find your own answers, even if we're worried. And the answer is better than the one we can think of."

Fame said in disdain. Duran is also silently watching Creet.

"As a Brody boy, I had to ask you to marry me, so I was really struggling to find someone. Someone who suits you as best as you can. 'Cause if you don't, you'll barely come back to this house anyway, and even if you make one or two children out of the duty of a man, I'm sure the woman who married you will be disappointed in you, and the other men will catch you and leave, and you'll be a masked couple, and this mansion will be cold."

Someone told me the exact same thing, Creet thinks, and I think, oh, Your Highness. I bitterly laugh at what the hell I am imagined to be married like this by His Highness and my mother. But the future is possible.

"That's how we were worried. We were worried, too, that you'd find someone to marry. And like Mr. Priscia..."

Fame sighed there.

"Mr. Priscia is a really good girl."

"You're a good girl."

Duran, who kept his mouth shut, agrees.

"I'm really angry, Creet. You've made such a sweet girl so self-absorbed, and yet you admire her so much - you don't have Mr. Priscia."

"Right, I'm thinking the same thing"

As Creet nodded honestly, Fame slapped the table with a parsley and fan.

"I'll just say this. When something goes wrong with you guys from now on, it's Creet, you who beat you out of the Brody family. It has nothing to do with a man. Whatever the reason, I'll be on Priscia's side. Remember."

At the same time that Fame is finished, Hans brings a snack wrapped in cloth. Creet, who received it, turned to her parents and smiled.

"Father, Mother. I have no recollection of being praised by you."

Duran and Fame looked a little awkward in Creet's words.

"But I don't care about that anymore. I found Priscia many times happier to be praised than I was to be praised. Don't worry, I won't let her go no matter what. - Then it's time for work."

When Creet turned her back, she said, "Really angry child!," Fame's usual stupidity followed.

Creet, eye-to-eye with Hans, who followed me off, had a small laugh for both of us.