The Story of the Girls Who Came From Slime Massage

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The slime inside her vagina is moving out again, making a bouncing sound of liquid.

In addition, all sensitive areas such as nipples, clitoris, and thighs have slimes on them.

"Does it feel good?

"Yes...... oh ♡ ahhh...... it feels good!

There is also a good reason to ask if Tatsushi feels good over and over again.

I can still remember making myself feel good more than once, even when I was half unconscious and my consciousness was clear.

"What do you feel most comfortable about?

"Uh... and that's..."

"Is that it? Is there no place that feels good?

"Ah, ahhh... I'm a cock.

"Asshole, what?

"It's important…"

"Specifically?

"Ugh... it's genitals... ahem! Hmm!"

"Is there any other way to put it? I'm not sure."

"No... it's genitals...

Tatsushi, who is under the mental age middle school, seems to want me to say some word that starts with Ma.

(Maybe Mr. Lanel, you said the word manko!? Well, I wouldn't have the chance to say that if I had served the Virgin......)

There is nothing for a woman to say even if she lives normally.

"Oh, I see, you mean the manko. From now on, please call me Manko.

"Oh yes, I get it......... your manko feels good!

(Whoa, whoa, whoa! I said it! I said it! This is hilarious!

What do you think a man's maid is?

And there's nothing to go into again anywhere.

"You want to feel better, don't you?

"Ha-ha! Ahhh... ahh..."

"Then let's make it more stimulating.

"Huh?... Oh! That's no good! Ah... no... ahhhh!

The vaginal slime changed shape.

Make your body a little smaller and stick out a few protrusions instead to stick out a particularly sensitive part of your vagina.

That naturally hit Porcio and G-spots as well, and she was getting a lot of pleasure.

"Nice ~. Please make me feel better ~. I'll have my voice full of waste. Yikes.

"Huh... ahhh... ahhh!

Lanelle desperately tries to twist her body and get comfortable, but doesn't make any sense in front of the pleasure that spreads from all over her body.

It's as if the irritation emanating from the groin is running from the toe to the brain.

Of course I've never felt such pleasure before.

Lanelle's brain thought that she would just be happy with this and enjoy that pleasure, and that her consciousness had almost ceased to exist in person.

"Mr. Lannell, can you hear me?

"Mmm! Mmm!! Hmmm...... Mmmm!!! Hmm."

"Mr. Clarice, you can wake me, right?

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

(Oh, no, you're tripping into a totally nice world. It's time to end it for you)

The slimes were exquisitely calculated, sending a stimulus to Lanel that usually peaked just doing it.

"Ahhhhhhh! Ahhh! I'm kidding............ Aah!!! Am ♡ Am ♡ Am ♡ Am ♡ Am ♡ Am ♡ Am ♡"

On the verge of Lanelle peaking, Tatsushi was rolling up Lanelle's long made-up clothing skirt.

Hush, hush, hush.

As a result, the liquid that blew momentum out of her crotch fell to the ground drawing parabola into the air as much as she could.

"That's a good blow..."

Unexpectedly speaking Tatsushi.

And Tatsushi said to undo the skirt.

"Mr. Lannell, are you awake?

………

Lanel, who had endured so desperately not to sleep so far, finally fell asleep.

Massage thoroughly onto the lanel as is for 30 minutes. Of course, during this time Clarice had a firm slime massage.

"Wake up, Mr. Lannell, Mr. Clarice.