Chapter 630

Chapter 630: Girls Nights Portrait 4 [Gloria Tetes Naris Sharon Almeida]

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Five women paint strange texts on each womb with blue pigments.

It is the custom of an animal man who may belong to any place, and he says it is a wish for a child.

But from me having an unhealthy relationship with them, that’s not a simple story about baby prayer… the point is nothing more than that I’m writing a slutty message about “offend my cock and let it overflow with plenty of semen” into my own body.

Whether it’s from the beasts or not, it will be from them.

It could also be described as an invitation to euphemistic sluts, a testament to the vows of sluts.

“Are you serious about making hope marks…”

“How dare you get pregnant?

“I mean, you pampered me until I got pregnant. That’s a sign of intent, right?

“… just to devise a way to say it, it’s even so shallow… I mean I’ve been in touch with erotic culture for a long time, but I feel like I’m studying how to stir it up again”

Mr. Gloria was forced to sit on the table and spread his crotch in a way that consolidated both sides to Sharon and Almeida and protruded the marked lower abdomen.

The text is proudly depicted in the lower abdomen of the Sharons, who consolidate their sides.

Neither of them hide it, on the contrary, they show that they are beginning to drip their love fluids into a premature and intense orgy hunch.

“Experimenting with the efficacy of its shallow texts… heh, it’s the use of a female slave-like womb……”

“Again… I feel like I’m learning to treat myself like a female slave too…”

Are you excited by the situation alone, Sharon and Almeida breathe shallower and have high cheeks.

Two nipples swinging up and down in small pieces let me know about it.

Let the beautiful, shallow female slaves assemble their coveted beautiful painters to dedicate a womb marked with a desire for pregnancy.

What a tyrannical and fascinating sight.

“Hey, something’s making me feel weird… until then when I’m supposedly horny whispering about being a female slave female slave”

“Excuse me. Hi, guys, I think you like that.”

“… that’s the dimension that makes it seem less and less unusual… and I know there are a lot of women out there.”

I cover myself with a bitter smile to Mr. Gloria, who became a heck of a handkerchief to try to hide his excitement somewhere myself.

In fact, about half of the women who are happy to name female slaves would not have been convinced of it at first.

I think the truth is that the psychological gap was gradually broken by the fact that the senior female slaves drowned, rejoiced and showed themselves in 'sex as female slaves” as if they were in heat and contested……

“But it’s my motto to have fun and feel good about having sex. I’m sure it would be easier to do it in that mood just for this occasion, Mr. Gloria.”

“… be, nothing… I don’t mean to hate you, but hey… originally porn was going to follow you in the comic, too”

Gently kissing Mr. Gloria’s cheeks as if she were an excuse to squeeze her penis into the open groin, fingering, dusting and tickling her labia, which are still too sudden to get wet enough.

“Ugh… duh, duh…”

“I can’t because I won’t…”

“… cheat, show me that ginguin dick… so gentle and annoying… what’s the matter with you, don’t you wonder…”

Mr. Gloria also breaks down his vanity while he sees it and begins to expose his inexorable tantrum to hide.

The presence of greedy males, their uncontrollable inferiority, affirming it, submissive female slaves.

This space, where the female slaves are born together, favours everywhere the sex of a slut.

Somewhere else, backwards, I can expose myself to the nature I have to despise for nothing here.

I think looking at Gloria, whose guard is now just falling back, that such a dark sense of security may have increased the number of female slaves until now and kept them drowning in that position……

“… this, on the mark…”

Mr. Gloria laughs thinly as she gasps wearing it back to her vaginal mouth.

“Hips, stick together… when the literature is exuberant until it’s messed up with sweat and juice… I’m sure there’s a jinx that says I’m going to get pregnant…?

“I have the impression that beast man sex is backwards…”

“Well, they tend to prefer the buck for the easier tail… all the time. Then I’m tired of how many exasperated beasts you have.”

“I see.”

That’s right, I squeal, I push my penis deep and deep as Mr. Gloria hopes, cover myself to squash so that my lower abdomen touches me… and start using my hips with GUYGUY.

“Ahem… deep, eh… ahem…”

It’s a tough part to get into contact with, but still spreading the application, then sweating, so intensely as to tangle the juice.

Mr. Gloria wrapped his legs around the back of my leg like that, and he matched me exactly with his wife, who makes children.

Sharon and the others watching it by their side look at our intimate sex somewhere in a trance.

“It’s intense… it’s a good bitch, Mr. Gloria…”

“Ha… I can do the gloss (ah so) and the look (or the look) of a woman like this…”

Almeida’s praise may be taken as a compliment or a subtlety by some people. But Mr. Gloria doesn’t even respond to the comments of the two of us, but she just gets her pleasure upset with my penis.

“Get me pregnant… with that ejaculation, I’m gonna get pregnant… what the heck…”

“Of course… get pregnant, conceive my child… give birth… and Mr. Gloria, the woman here, everyone!!!

“Eh… terrible man, eh…”

Mr. Gloria hips back from the bottom up and uplifts her mating more and more intensely, whining so much in a heartfelt and enjoyable way.

And eventually the limits come in her vagina.

“Gloria, eh……!!

“… you’re coming, come, come… let me get pregnant, let me see…”

“Pregnant……!!

A few moments late for my groaning proclamation, pleasure explodes.

As I squeeze into her vaginal flesh like a peristalsis, I smash massive amounts of semen across her womb.

“Mm-hmm…”

Mr. Gloria withstood the pressure with her eyes closed tightly, and the semen, which was softly overflowing and blown out, drooped against her ass making a nasty noise.

“Huh… ahh… Shit… heh…”

“At the end of the day… if I had kicked it back with manguri… all the seed juice might have dripped in my stomach too…”

“I’m obsessed.”

I look sorry for you, Mr. Gloria, as you sweat.

I laugh bitterly at weird ideas and sense of responsibility.

“That’s what I taught you… you’re so obsessed…”

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“But don’t worry about it. Here.”

“… ah”

Thanks to the conscious sex to sandwich the lower abdomen together, the literature had already only become visible to seeping dirt.

Still, Mr. Gloria reaches out and spreads a little tangled semen around this penis that remains pierced, peppery and untrained on his abdomen.

“… let’s thrill each other some more”

“… n”

Mr. Gloria nods a little shy at my suggestion for some reason, then hugs him and turns his hips like they’re pressing each other’s bellies.

Sure, it feels more like love than sex normally, or maybe it feels like I’m making a child out of it.

“You want your husband’s child so badly. I just met him last time.”

“… well, that’s… that’s an example. An example.”

She’s cute to argue with in the wake of Tess’s chilling.

Of course, one after the other four also have sex that makes the literature a gutter.

“Ha… beautiful… so…”

Sharon was becoming too sensitive with expectations, or if I made it a little thicker, I felt it so much that it brought covetousness and a vain eye. It was enough that the other three gauntlets were a little worried.

“… ahhh…”

That was the same with Almeida, but since it’s always so weak when Almeida has to have sex, this was put through for the price. Now he stands alongside Sharon, sloppily opening his crotch and half-stunning.

This is an insanity that doesn’t seem to be the same person as the painting being put up nearby. Whether I’m a Rin nude painter or a shallow afterthought, I love both.

“Ko, this… some really weird effect, don’t you…!?

“Oh, my God, now”

“‘Cause… I feel a little too good… and the Knight Commander… that’s what’s happening…”

“I think it’s because Naris likes to get hugged and flirt too much.”

Naris is surprised (a lot) how effective the text is while having sex with me rubbing my stomach.

This is like wanting a baby in the first place, and nobody said a word about sexy amplification.

“This is it… ho, really… I’m pregnant, Kamo…”

“You did it, Naris. ♪ I can’t help it if I’m pregnant, it’s the beginning of my female slave life ♪

“Well, that’s such a simple story…… Isn’t that supposed to wake you up, Chief Smythson Ten!?

“No, if you’re having trouble having kids, it feels a little less effective”

“Even if they compromise here and now!

“What, are you okay with the way I feel like I can have kids?

“… I can’t do anything about it and continue with the original”

“Say you look pregnant or say you don’t. Which one is it?”

“Mean……”

Naris, who pointy his mouth, still has a different kind of cuteness. Is it worth the tease?

I know what Tess feels like playing with Naris a lot.

♪

Tess, looking at such a naris with a pleasant, crumpled elbow, had sex with a pigment of text that wasn’t even drawn to her, which would have been pictured from my belly. Unlike the other four, it spans the top.

For the probability that a pregnancy is realistic racially, I have a slightly different mood for getting pregnant.

“Master, you can have me, too, right?

“… Sir Buster looks so angry…”

“It has nothing to do with my brother. If I have to, I will return to your husband naked and consistently.”

“You’re really going to come back naked…”

“If your husband likes that, he’ll walk naked to Polka, won’t he?

“Stop because I think you only look like a poor head”

“You’re flirting with me right now, so look at me and shake your back! I mean, stick your body together properly!

Naris got angry under his body.

(cont ‘d)