The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

The May night breeze as it passes through the Great Hall is comfortable for your bathing body.

I can see the mind disturbed by Orcian calming down.

My father still won't go back. I let you bathe first.

Feeling the wind with my skin, I see a couch set up face-to-face where no one is sitting. To speak of luxury, it would have been great to have a moist prume in the bath here. But unfortunately, when she finished her slightly earlier dinner at the Qualdenze mansion, she returned to the Silopea mansion.

Because I saw the situation little by little thanks to a civilian who came from the auditorium from time to time to report on the situation. Cir Opea Civilian has decided that there will be no Orcian re-raids, at least this evening.

Besides, this is not the city of Newnelly, but the king capital Levios. I guess you can't let an unmarried princess take a bath in another house with dignity.

When you take the cup with the wheat tea, the ice makes a teasing noise. It would be a big ice crushing thing made of magic, shaped like image footage of the word "tip of the iceberg".

Its cool sounds comfortable on my body lit with water, and I spent some cooling time before I went into bed eating a biway-like fruit called Wang Du's specialty.

"Dad's not coming home, is he?"

That's how I waited awhile, but in the end there was no sign of my father coming home.

Before bathing, I thought it would be late because my father had told me that I should rest now that I would be tired, but I seem to be bringing it in quite a bit.

It will be tomorrow morning to be able to talk to my father even if I wait like this, so let's just say this place is sweet for words.

Even if you take the most time off, you don't really take the rest, but you do.

Close the diary, which became a much longer description than usual, and I order the servant to clean it up. Then he rose off the couch and left the great hall to proceed through the dim hallway.

"Are you still asleep? Where's the room?"

Speak to the shorter maid who leads the way. She answered the question in a hazy voice without switching here.

"Yes, I checked earlier, but I'm not recovering. This is your room..."

I guess the Wang du stay is a long maid, I feel confident in words and deeds. Her breasts and buttocks were poor minister daughters, but her face felt so handsome that I decided to let her taste it when she could afford semen. If you think of it as a local maid that can only be tasted in Wang Du, it will be humane to want to get your hands on it.

While thinking about it, the local maid stopped and shook the door puller of the room, which was the purpose.

This room houses Eve stunned by Orcians.

Testimony from those who watched around her said she lost her mind after a second intimidation with all her might.

"Any sign of waking up?

"Absolutely not. I had little reaction when cleaning my body either."

After Orcian retreated, I allowed only the healing of the flesh itself to the civilian trying to restore the consciousness of the fallen Eve. He told me not to treat him mentally.

The instructions were almost unconscious, and there was no reason to be able to speak. That's what the Sixth Sense made me do, if you dare.

Open it.

Order your local maid to open the door to the room.

When I stepped indoors, a light sphere like a softball drifted around me. I can see from the sense of magic that it is a lighting magic unleashed by local maids.

The room where Eve was put in was a pretty good room about half the size of my room.

Extruded, split and sneaky feet. Proceed indoors with such awareness and lay in a big bed to make sure the girl doesn't wander off.

Apparently, he's really asleep.

Eve, lying on her back on the bed, had her hands together around Mitsuo.

It is the morgue of the corpse, no matter how it may be seen in this picture. Fluffy, swinging lighting magical light bulbs look like lanterns used for funerals.

"Eve."

Check for consciousness with a narrowed voice. Eve maintained a restful breath without reacting at all to my voice.

"Here."

Eve's cheeky puffiness with her index finger, but she doesn't change one expression.

"Here, here."

I tried using both hands to crush her face to become a wrinkle to create a strange face, or pinch her nose to try to obstruct her breathing, but still she didn't respond.

He's still completely out of consciousness.

"This isn't dead, is it?

Ask your local maid who keeps you in the corner of the room. She affirmed in a small voice. If you think of the temperature coming from your skin and your relaxed breath, you can't be dead.

But from this unresponsiveness, I feel like I've been shown the difference between sleep and coma. A little scary.

But this was also very convenient for me.

Freed from my freak-face attack, Eve keeps sleeping with a clear expression as if nothing had happened.

When I think I haven't been seen from Eve, I stumble upon its beautiful and neat appearance. I meant to fully understand, but it was a beauty that would give me a sigh of breath. If you have a picture of Eve's face, I'm confident you can masturbate with it.

"... I can't believe I fell asleep so defenseless"

Now I felt I could explain in words why I confined Eve's healing to flesh only.

In today's Orcian assault visit, Eve could change her perception of me.

A good pattern is "a nice husband you can count on," and a bad pattern is "a super sucky guy more than a demon". The former is definitely desirable, but when it comes to your perception, I also need to think about how to handle it.

No matter how much you liked it, tomorrow suddenly it won't be "My husband is nice ♡ Puppy plenty of baby pregnant juice on my manko ♡ ♡ ♡".

We're finally going to start waving our tails over the long winter years, and this one needs to show the attitude it deserves. Forcing physical relationships should stop.

They start with light body touches such as shoulders and heads, bring them into kissing and petting, and gradually ease their resistance to sex. Its goal is the Ib Rave Bowl of Parents and Children.

That's why it's possible I won't hold her for a while, depending on Eve's attitude tomorrow. I mean, I'm losing my mind, and I can only insert it this evening.

My sixth sense of not missing a slight chance, this should no longer be called Sex Sense.

"Wake up or you'll kiss me."

……

Of course I haven't heard back from Eve. If such a beautiful girl had lost her mind and rolled to the side of the road, she would likely get pregnant the next day.

Misty lips exposed to defenselessness were a bewitching and inviting thing to a man. I put my face softly closer.

Chiu.

A light noise echoes indoors. That sound of commemorating the start of intercourse gave my groin a big boost.

Seeding secretly on an unconscious girl...... what a sweet situation.

Speaking of which, do you think the inhabitants of Wang Capital are similarly disoriented as Eve? If this was Newnelly City, I would have secretly broken into the house and seeded my biological daughters to go around. And then instruct the civilians to monitor and report back.

My daughter, who doesn't know a man, gets pregnant at some point and is baffled by her growing stomach...... that can be said to be one of the most heartening developments.

I wanted to insist strongly that sleep- and hypnotic-based porn comics are supreme to end up unaware that heroin is being offended to the end. The very essence of sleep rape is not offending itself, it is only at the end of the heroine that follows.

Well, in Eve's case, I'm the only one with them, so I may not have much to worry about in terms of who they are.

I fell asleep leaning next to her and stroked the contours of her face.

Fine, youthful skin feels happy just touching it. Sucking on his lips again and again with Chu, Chu, Chu, and again, he strokes his supple long hair and confirms the presence of Eve.

I found myself getting very excited about this situation, as opposed to Eve, who doesn't react one way or another. I feel a loud beat that's getting rough.

When I pressed my nose against the long ears stretched out beside me and smelled my body, the smell of nagging flowers began. Maybe the maid who threw it in the bath even kept it on perfume.

Around the nape, hidden in long-haired curtains, was a cage of annoying air. The smell of moisture and flowers from bathing, Eve's body odor that I feel slightly there gently irritates my nasal cavity.

It was really good not to have to dress up, just to smell as much body odor as my mind wanted.

Thread your fingers through the honey-colored hair that hits a gentle wave and brush from top to bottom.

I can't wait to have a limp cubicle with less friction that slips through my fingers. It is an enchanting hair that you will always want to touch.

I kiss and stroke my hair, kiss and stroke my hair. I stroke my hair again and kiss again.

Strangely enough, I never got tired of it.

The dick is still hard enough to rip his pants off and make a claim to "plant the seed," but it's as if he can't grasp the motivation to stop stroking his hand.

In a civilized society, one cannot help but be aware of appreciation from others. For this reason, no matter how much you trust your opponent, you are reluctant to expose all of your desires. Instead, that's the kind of person you might care about your decency.

Sleep rape, freed from the constraints of its gaze, is perhaps the situation that most stimulates her instincts as one organism: a human...... While Eve was pondering, etc., both her cheeks were wet in saliva, illuminated by lighting magic and began to glow with terra terra.

Eve keeps a look like I'm not involved all the time. It seemed that he was smearing art that should not be defiled with the paint of a man's desire, his disloyalty crept up and his heart tightened cucumbers.

The spacing between kisses gets shorter. It's proof that I'm feeling better.

Either way, I'm having trouble releasing my lips, and I decided to enjoy her flavor while pressing it without releasing it.

Pfft, my own sniffle, which has become rough, strangely distracts me. I have tasted Eve many times before, but this has never felt like it.

I feel like I'm serving a soulless doll against them. I may look like a pervert from a local maid holding back indoors.

Gently biting Eve's soft lips with his own lips, he stretches his tongue to try to break in ahead.

Interesting difference between tight hard teeth and the soggy feel of gums. Pushing force into the tip of my tongue, my teeth moved up and down just a little bit. Firmly insert the tongue to prevent it from closing.

And I squeezed out my saliva and poured it into her mouth.

Kukyu... Kukyu... Kukyu, and Eve tinkles down her throat.

She doesn't know anything, she's just taking in my saliva while her body reacts.

My groin becomes stiff with mites, whereas I was able to mark it differently from vaginal ejaculation. Sleeping pants were slightly smaller in size, so the groin was cramped and painful.

I decided to stay naked to escape the agony of my erection, keeping Eve small.

I feel something lonely somewhere as I strip off my clothes.

I'm so sorry that my daughter's gaze I'm about to hold isn't right. I don't know, I dare to put my pants and underwear down at the same time and have a strange pleasure in showing off my most temperamental erect penis here.

Sexual intimidation that I'm going to hold you, no, silent mating proclamation, is an important event to be called porn kick-off ceremony. It would be expressively perfect because it's also starting goldballs.

Losing the pleasure of taking it off, I got soaked without any emotion.

It's just a little pitiful for a dick to get bulged by Binbin.

I put my hands on both hands of Eve. I won't wake up from wandering around so far, so maybe it's okay, but I was a little thrilled to get rid of the towel kettle that covers her body.

When I lost something to hide, it was Eve in the same outfit as during the day that appeared there.

"Ooh..."

The exclamation leaked and I accidentally swallowed my spit.

A local maid said earlier that Eve is being thrown into the bath. That was due to incontinence by intimidation, but her subsequent plans were only to go to bed.

Nonetheless, there are servants who have prepared everyday clothes, not bedtime clothes......

I see, indeed, one of the attractions of sleep rape is in the extraordinary born in the daily routine of "sneaking off a woman who is somehow deeply asleep in a scene of ordinary time".

It's night, and this is the bedroom. If Eve had worn her bedtime clothes, there could have been a serious incident where she would have appeared strong to the night crawling element, a situation conflict. No, I like a setting like "once I go to bed, I don't wake up till morning. Eh, my little brother who flirts with my sister," I rather love it, but that's not what I'm being asked for right now.

Eve has few sister elements, and most importantly, I really liked Eve's outfit these days.

I dare you to prepare civilian clothes for women who wear them day in and day out, and a place where you can purely enjoy the element of sleep rape… This would be good to see a fairly high-level human being moving behind it.

I covered myself in Eve as I put my hands in my heart to that person I didn't know his face or his name.

A naked boy trying to attack a sleeping girl in clothes. I definitely wanted to see that sight if there was a big mirror here. Just imagine that sex offender rounding up, the tip of the male root gets wet in the bishop with transparent juice.

As I casually rubbed the tip of my cock on Eve's long skirt, the endurance juice stretched like a spider's yarn.

Chiu.

Now kiss directly from the front. But that does not mean continuing earlier, it is a signal to announce the beginning of the production.

I threw the remaining towel kettle halfway under the bed and looked at her whole body, which I was going to have.

Chocolate long skirt on white blouse. In contrast to flashy honey-colored hair, this outfit offers a chic look.

I can also help you sleep quietly and feel like an adult.

And even as he lay on his back, Eve's milk claimed its presence to a large extent.

I can see saliva being secreted in my mouth. When I accidentally swallowed it, there was a surprisingly loud sound of swallowing from my throat.

If Eve wakes up at this moment now, he's already completely out.

Now that there's hope that maybe you'll miss me, this act is risky... really exciting. More tension can be the best spice in sex.

Take Eve's hand, change her pose, and put her in a hail state. That's how I dived into my defenseless chest.

... smells so sweet.

The softness of the breasts present behind the wretched blouse and the body temperature transmitted from it brought me a time of bliss.

There is no muscle tone due to tension and the natural soft feel of the female body can be fully enjoyed. I just felt like I knew Eve's true softness.

My heart is at ease......

Can I just fall asleep wrapped in her warmth like this? A dick erect in a ginguin would categorically reject it, but the maternal space that breasts bring heals my brain like never before.

But you can't just sleep like this.

I'm finally free from a long life of abstinence, I want to spit my desires out on Eve no matter what happens this evening.

I shake off the remnants, face off her milk, and finger the Stop Blouse button. I slipped my nose tip into that gap where I unbuttoned one of the central buttons and smelled like a dog with my kun.

Take the time to unbutton the up and down buttons while enjoying the hidden scent inside the clothes. Taking off a woman's clothes is just pure fun.

Spread the blouse freed from all buttons, left and right. Only the mood is a prophet who broke the sea of reeds.

Apparently Eve is wearing camisole-style underwear this evening. I can't see the valley of my breasts, but the breasts that were overall raised by my breasts looked irresistible and delicious.

The roaring heart sounds loud and makes my breath painful. I feel this "attacking" and I really have something coming to my groin. Being intoxicated by the situation you have prepared is nothing to take care of.

Pinch the hem of the camisole and lift it up slightly to scorch yourself.

Of course there can't be resistance or anything. When I wondered if I could see a cute oheso, my scratchless white skin abdomen was exposed, which eventually reached my breasts.

While swallowing the saliva, I slam the camisole up to my neck. My milk never caught me in good shape and slipped down.

What delicious looking tits.

Because it lies on its back, the milk wants to flatten its shape. But there is still tension due to the youthfulness, and the strength remains in the puffiness to the vertical side. In this regard, compared to Anna and Mimon, it feels like there is a core in the milk.

Well, there's melting softness over there and it's edible. I'm not talking about which is superior or inferior. Tits are big and small, hard and soft, and they don't have noble bitches.

"Ha-ha."

I sucked on a nipple that appealed to Tung for its existence just to ask me to suck it.

Then start a selfish aspiration with only the satisfaction of yourself in mind.

Chu, chu, chu, chu, chu...

My ringing water noise dissolves quietly in the room. I miss the temperature and fragrance. This was the taste of Eve, just delicious.

Use your lips to bite the milk wheel. At first it remained soft and crushed, but its center became stiff as it continued to chew carefully as it did a massage.

The body reacts without consciousness. I can't wait to feel good about this fact.

Isn't your body honest? I understand the psychology of Uncle Sketchy saying that.

After tongue confirmation that the sucking right nipple was firmly erect, I move to the untouched left milk.

Is it because one side already had an erection, this nipple was slightly stiff from the start? Taste the first lick with just as much and then burst your nipples with a lip massage and aspiration.

Satisfied with both nipples hardened by the dust, I built a valley around the milk.

Adjust so your nipples are in a good position in the valley, then slide your thoughtfully stretched tongue in there. A lukewarm, wet tip of the tongue enters between the milks with saliva. The stiffness of the nipples felt at both ends of the tongue was exquisite.

If you noticed, the moon was a lot higher.

Eve milk is demonic.

From the tip of the penis, which has been erected to its limit, there is a lot of clear juice. If I keep playing dairy, I'm not kidding. I'm just going to ejaculate with that.

It makes me want to touch as much as I want and smoke forever. He scratches and stops the man who crawled at night, obstructing vaginal ejaculation. It's like trap milk.

I lifted my head buried in the milk with the thought of a severance. When I get away from my milk, I always feel distressed.

Getting close to normal, I checked Eve's body again.

How the hell did you lick it around, the area around your chest was brilliantly brilliant illuminated by light bulbs with a single color of saliva. Part of that brilliance is the momentum that reaches the abdomen.

Thoughtfully smashed of a man's lust, his chest was very erotic, while Eve's expression remained a sleepy princess as it was when he entered the room.

Oh, you're committing a sleeping Eve right now... it's a wonderful view that makes you feel that way.

Reach for Eve's long skirt to wear. It is a skirt with a slightly thinner feel, and the punch in everyday life is unlikely first.

I just have as many peeks as I can this time, so I was thankful to show you inside.

At that time, I felt a light bulb glowing with picons in my brain.

I retreat from my current position while standing on my knees and move to Eve's feet.

This bed is very big. At least I can arrange three vertically. Obviously, I think it's the bed the servant prepared for mating. Thankfully.

Eve is just laying down in a "beware" position except for exposing her tits and hail her. I decided to spread her legs first.

Using both hands, spread your legs so that the angle of your crotch is from 0 to 5 degrees. This ensured enough clearance. Skirts are not that cramped, so there is room for lateral width.

At the apex of the straight line drawn by the two legs, there is what you want. I stuck my head in my skirt and lit my fingertips with lighting magic. Adjust to be about the brightness of the pen light.

I gently kissed the first white skin calf that caught my eye after lighting up. And from there, one by one, he advances like a potato worm, as he follows the labyrinth.

Calves to knees and thighs. Protected by a cloth wall called a skirt, this space is filled with the smell of a young daughter. Was it even sweaty because I put my clothes on without getting cold often after I took a bath?

Even though this smell alone was going to crack, the tip of my cock rubbed on the sheet and I was going to ejaculate with that stimulus. Patience this far and end up ejaculating on a futon or something, I never want to do.

The five-degree angle was exquisite and my thighs pinched my head just in front of my destination.

Unlike milk, this leg is attractive with young daughter's meat packed all over it. The pinched head feels really good. I would have enjoyed it more if I was bald, but I'm still early for that age. In the future, if I'm bald, I'll have my head pinched in my young daughter's thighs.

Phew... Phew... and when I tried to push my beast greed in with a deep breath, I became even more aware of Eve's presence and on the contrary my head turned pink.

The penis, sandwiched between his own belly and bed, is about to feel better under that pressure. To escape this stimulus, I can only float my lower back a little.

It's a helpless and pitiful pose where you stick your head in a woman's skirt, float your hips, and expose your hardened erect cock to the extreme.

It is a pervert without deception. If Eve starts nostalgic for me, I can't do that with such a bad outfit.

Move your head forward a long time. Using his face, he pushed a five-degree leg angle and finally caught the last wall wide in front of him. Beyond this white cloth is my final destination for meat bars.

I used the lighting magic at my fingertips to illuminate the whole picture. What has emerged there is precisely the sight to be called Pammolo as well.

I gently pressed my nose against a thin cloth guarding the secret area and took a deep, thoughtful breath.

By extinguishing light, vision is closed to darkness. For that matter, I was able to indulge deeply in her scent.

Turn on the lights again, and now I'm stuck where I thought it was your opening. From this position I can't reach the strings of the string pan. It's caught under the belt of your hips.

There wasn't enough room left to remove it from my head anymore. I had no choice but to check the position of the vaginal mouth with my fingers and shifted the cloth in that part to the side. They didn't tie the strings harder than I thought, and that's all the secrets can see.

Starting to grow pubic hair and stunning cracks appeared in front of me and my groin instantly had a strong fever.

I make index fingers of both hands and put my fingers on my left and right labia, and try to spread them while playing the sound effect in my brain.

When I pointed the light at my fingertips at the secret, there was something hard and glowing.

Just a little, but it looks wet.

I guess the prolonged repetition of kissing and milk teasing has inspired me. It should only be a body reflex rather than sexual excitement.

But I feel like I've held a maiden's secret. There were intrinsic feelings close to guilt and indescribable exaltations there.

The same would not be true of this opportunity to check carefully, seriously, the female genitals. Because of this, I decided to burn Eve's most important place in my brain.

With his big labia spread with his fingers, his little labia also opened halfway, and he was trying to close it by moving hiccups to hide his vaginal mouth. He also seems to represent his shame about being observed secretly.

Put your face even closer to your pussy, stretch out your tongue and gently hit your pubic nucleus. He crawled the mucous membrane on the bumpy skin and caressed it to whisk the base of the protrusion.

It's not about sexual stimulation, I just wanted to feel its shape in my tongue, in my mucous membrane.

I can see my puking rough breath dampening the air in my skirt.

Pushing his tongue hard against the clitoris, which became a little stiff and more present, his nose sank into his pubic hair. The fluffy sensation was dull, and the smell of the girl caged there was the darkest thing ever. Really, good.

Release your tongue from the pubic nucleus and open your labia magna with just your left hand, then slowly open your labia further with your right hand. My fingers were slippery because I was wet on my little one with saliva.

Peaches illuminated by light. Fantastic meat color that dyes the entire vagina. I just have to taste this.

I dared speak out like a dog and appeal to be in a state of excitement. It was an unconscious move to excite myself, not show it to anyone.

Stick your tongue out loud enough to get it to the tip of your jaw, press it to wrap your entire labia around it, and lick it peppery.

Just a little bit, I feel soggy.

To make sure of that, another lick. I have a severe palpitation caused by sexual arousal and have little idea of the taste, etc., but I still thought there was a little saltiness.

I don't think Eve is analyzing this flavor while she's asleep.

Nevertheless, I am no longer a monster rather than a pervert when I dive into the bedroom of a beauty at night and ask her about licking her vagina around. It was the moment when a new monster "monster/vaginal lick" was born on the Elo continent.

I licked my pussy around until I was plenty satisfied, and I pointed my tongue hard and began to insert it into my vaginal mouth.

The tongue itself is a wet mucous membrane, which allowed it to intrude without so much resistance. The tongue crushed by the vaginal wall is likely to be kicked out even now. But her body temperature, felt in contact between the mucosa and the mucosa, is very warm and cozy. I'm going to put it right back in my vagina even if it pushes me out, I put some effort into my tongue.

While I was doing a piston exercise with my tongue, the area around my face filled with odd, raw smells. It's a horny thing and your dick finally starts screaming.

Your body will have had enough.

I got out of a skirt full of slutty colors.

The place that matters most to the girl, despite being licked around it unharmed, makes no difference to Eve's expression. Actually, it was raccoon sleeping, etc., which would never happen.

Her easy sleeping appearance drives me to take the next move quickly.

Whether it is endurance juice or spearheaded semen, it gets too hot and the feeling of the tip of the meat stick is terribly obscure.

I picked out her skirt and put it up all the way around my waist.

The girl in civilian clothes opens her jacket to the left and right, exposing her wet milk to saliva. And now with a well tightened white leg, I even exposed myself to my crotch. A string pan with half a detachment can no longer serve to hide the pussy.

How many times have you swallowed a saliva? I kissed Eve's cheek.

Patience is the limit now.

Thumbs down the penis depicting a steep angle with too many erections and becomes frontal to adjust the insertion angle.

But it was hard to insert. There was something special about the female body that did not respond to this motion. I still feel easier to offend if you show some resistance.

I approach Eve in a position like the middle of a girl sitting and kneeling, lifting her legs and adjusting the position.

My butt floats when my legs lift. Exploring the position where it was easy to insert and the shape where it was easy to swing my hips, I got in shape.

Pay due attention to the dick that is likely to ejaculate just by touching it, and use your fingers to turn the tip of the semi-peeled state into the final form.

The pleasure of the moment the skin peeled off seemed to ejaculate unexpectedly. Meat bars are on the verge of an outburst.

Hit the vaginal mouth with a tremendous fever and desire tortoise head. All you have to do is move on.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, I was so deaf with the sound of my own breath.

"... Eve, you're gonna get pregnant if you don't wake up..."

Whisper in your ear but no response.

I sucked her lips a few times before waking up my body and entering the insertion position.

Insert only the tip first so as not to cause severe pain to her.

From this position, I know exactly how it connects. The turtle head hid its appearance in Eve.

Eve's vaginal meat gently envelops my most sensitive parts. Similar comfort to tingling pain paralyzes the lower body.

Is it because of the lack of force in Eve's body, vaginal tightening isn't that strong? But it's never boring. Instead, I felt the ejaculation limit looming at high speeds by fresh soft touches I had never experienced before.

"Ku......!

The roots of the rod tightened tightly. I can't go back from here on out, my whole body is already transitioning to a full ejaculatory position. Priority must be given to releasing yourself comfortably rather than putting up poorly.

I put my hands on both of Eve's shoulders and pushed my hardened meat stick all the way deep into my vagina.

"Ugh, guh! Kuuuuuu......!

Brrr! Brrr, brrr!

The semen that had accumulated in his previous abstinence life leaps viscous drool semen into the unprotected fetus of Eve with a laid-back face.

"Ngu!

Bubble, bubble, bubble!

My whole body muscles contract and squeeze their strength, trying to instill even a drop of many children.

"Eve......!

She doesn't answer.

A rod slightly visible from the junction pulses heavily each time the seed is thrown up. It was a sight that showed with certainty that it was a climax of mating.

I'm the only one desperate for sex.

When I look at Eve's clear expression, I feel sorry for myself, and then I also overflow semen. Guilt like cold water on my back makes my golden balls tremble.

"Ha... ha...!

The amount of semen that was accumulating was dull. Despite a few momentum ejaculations, my meat stick is still squeezing out my child with freaks and tremors.

Out of the way... out of the way... out of the way... close to drooling, but still the penis doesn't stop the activity to get Eve pregnant.

This pleasure, which paralyzes the brain, would no doubt be already due to ejaculation.

But in order to last too long, even the doubt arises as to whether this is a reality at all. The meat stick is just cramped, and I was wondering if I was done ejaculating or something.

If it's true, I wanted to stay connected and put a lid on it to keep the semen from spilling, but I couldn't believe my own body and accidentally pulled my penis out.

Più.

The dick out of his vagina shriveled and stopped moving as it was when he ejaculated small at the end like an extinct demon.

After all, it's just a long story of ejaculation. I find myself strangely moved by my ejaculatory powers.

"..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................."

From Eve's vaginal mouth, which kept sleeping with a thrown out fit, the semen dripped loose. Its viscous semen slowly spills out of its vaginal mouth and passes straight to its buttocks, making it invisible as it is.

only look at her defiled breasts, desires flooded from her vagina, as if she were a post-rape girl.... No, is that the right perception?

But even though such an inferior act was done, Eve's face was but peace itself.

You look beautiful. I got fucked, that.

"Phew..."

There was some strange tension right after ejaculation, or I laughed myself at that line floating in my brain.

But it fits right in, too. Because by watching the dripping semen, my meat stick was slowly starting to reboot.

At this rate, it would be possible to insert again after a short break. Next time, let's take a slow piston exercise and try to indulge in Eve's vaginal wall.

The night in Wang Du was just the beginning.