Lanel's hand touched the little bean over a thin cloth.
And rubbed it again and again as it was.
The blue sphere heads to the place. of a snuggly feel. It conveys her hips, down to her feet and then towards her groin.
"Huh..."
Lanelle gets a little voiced just because a slime touches her leg.
Slime slowly goes up to her thighs.
"Ahhhh..."
Pickle Pickle and a lanel that moves your feet.
The move just seemed trembling and actually meant something different.
Once trembled outward, the legs tremble again without returning completely to their original place.
Gradually, therefore, she is opening her own crotch.
(Ugh, porn! You really like to open your crotch from yourself ~)
Tatsushi watching Niyanya from a short distance.
Without even knowing the pervert was observing, Lanel waited now or now for the slime to touch the secret.
And.
"Oh!"
Lanelle raised her voice unexpectedly when the slime touched the secret.
It feels like the current ran all the way to the brain.
My hips tremble unexpectedly even though I'm not trying to move them at all.
(Oh, this, you can never...)
I can't stop thinking no. Instead, I get excited because I can't.
The more people in a hard profession in modern Japan tend to hide and get their hands on drugs, but what Lanel is feeling right now was something similar.
Unusual strong pleasures you will never normally feel.
Just salvation for her? What was would have been that this would have had no negative physical or mental effects at all.
Liquid leaks out of Lanel's crotch.
her prosperity, and its liquid permeated widely to the cloth covering it.
"Hmmm... ahhh... no..."
The slime is gently pinching the beans together, but gradually the movement is also faster.
It won't take that long for Lanel, who was daunted, to reach it.
"Ahhhh...... Aah!!! Mm-hmm! Mm-hmm... ahhh... I can't do this... ahhh..."
Bikun Bikun and Ranel rocked his body to the top.
"Ha, ha, ha... That's it..."
However, the fact that it was stunning, etc. doesn't matter. Slime keeps rubbing her sensitive beans.
"Hmm... wait, now it's over..."
(a) Lanelle is attacked again by pleasure even though she just did.
I want more, more excitement...
Such a delightful stimulation from the depths of your body...
The last time you massaged, you did something more creepy...
You unconsciously answered a cry from the depths of your body, at last Lanel's fingers pushed a thin cloth to the side, toward an important, and hot hole that only a woman could hold.