"Huh... don't speak up... no..."
This is the residence of the temple.
Lanelle's room has the same floor as Clarice's. I could have been forgiven for not being able to live in such a good place, but because I am a Kingsamurai.
Rather than living here being asked by someone in need who can't wake up in the morning.
(Damn... I have to keep my voice down...)
I wander my groin, desperately trying not to speak up.
Gradually, thriving absorbs moisture and sticks to the skin by the liquid that gradually soaks out of the cracks.
"Mmm......"
In the silence of the night, Lanelle was entering her own world alone.
When I'm getting comfort with my own hands, my body remembers the pleasure during the fudge massage.
Tatsushi was watching, and he didn't do anything, but suddenly he felt better.
The more I realized I was weak, the more power I got, the more my hips moved.
After I felt good, I felt good for Tatsushi, and I said...
(No! I said it felt good...)
Here Lanelle remembers telling her that when she Yi in front of Tatsushi, she really "feels good" about her sexual pleasure as it is, making her even more embarrassed.
(No...! I'm not allowed to do that......! Yet how does it feel so good...?
Of course, there's still a slow acting ecstasy in her body right now, but Tatsushi doesn't use anything that strong.
It's only enough to trigger a tantrum.
So now she's delusional and masturbating because in the end she originally had that desire.
There is of course no internet in this world.
Therefore, there is little entertainment that can be done in a short time.
If you want to have fun, you can read a book, you can play with friends, you can flirt with your lover.
I can't help but look for ways to dissipate stress from day to day in a samurai who can't do any of it.
Therefore, once he learned the taste of pleasure, his body tried to seek it out again.
Already her left hand is stretched out to her own chest.
"Ahhhh..."
Lanelle remembers when she gasped and peaked without thinking.
"Hey....................."
Lanelle, who finds herself very embarrassed and yet is able to feed on every bit of excitement with that embarrassment.
But there are also limits to what is called human imagination.
Humans refuse to imagine on their own as much as possible so that modern people can get their hands on comics more easily than novels and videos more easily than comics.
Lanelle imagined herself during the massage.
Now there's one recorded footage near her.
It was no longer inevitable to take it.
Lanelle mounted and reflected that footage of her own slut on the projector herself.
I am moving my hips and feet tingly very slutty while I am working as a maid of honor clothes.
And when should I say a loose smile rather than a smile?
"No... this is so weird... why not... why am I like this in front of Tatsushi..."
The video also confirms that the tapestry is stuck.
And cleverly, all the slime that stimulates Lanelle's sexy band is hidden in her clothes, and apart from that, Lanelle only looks like Tatsushi is seriously trying to massage her feet and shoulders.
The groin where the most obscene things are done is also completely hidden by her long skirt.
I masturbate remembering the pleasures of that time as I watch myself gasp mad even though nothing has been done.
The Virgin's Kingsguard was about to reach.
Jiuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Gradually, her fingers go back and forth faster.
"No... this... even though I'm not allowed to... I... uhh... oh! Ah...... Mmm!! Hmmm."
I freaked out and made my body nervous for once and she got there.
"Ha, ha, ha... I need to go to bed soon... I need to wake Clarice again tomorrow..."
I accidentally lost "Dear" Lanel.
The person was unconscious and hurried to clear the magic props and go to bed.
I slept well this day for some reason.
A virtuous brave man who observes the state of affairs using the first infrared scope of the other world.
"Hehe. Hey, did you have such a magic trick? That's all-you-can-make AV, right?? I was wondering if I could take a video of him."
It was a tatsui who came up with the worst sexual harassment.