Chapter 660

Chapter 660: Summer Spirit Festival 17 [Marche Felicia Onyx Maids]

What are the three dragons doing during the nude sketch party?

Maia finished her pale nude show and went to see what Mr. Carlos and his other brothers were doing.

Lyla is in a good mood for even a drink in the dining space. When you drink it all up, you tell the other participants to stick around, so make it a common sense amount, but how much to drink.

As a person, because Lyla might see it as “you can drink about Dwarf”.

Dwarves almost always move jocks in liquor platters, don’t they? I’m pretty much goofing around except when I’m talking, like, five to six people and one dwarf mixed up, so much so that I triple my liquor bill compared to when I’m gone.

I was distressed to get my platoon’s Orthodox Rackman soldier to devise various ways to drink. Thanks to this, it has improved to the point where it fits twice as well.

No, that’s anyway. As I believe Lila drinks to an extent that doesn’t annoy her.

Emma is dressed as a maid of honor and blinds her eyes to the presence of the undead.

Even Rennest did, but he seems surprisingly good at pretending to be human and blending in, and I’m not uncomfortable working with the other maids to dedicate myself to running the party.

And that beautiful girl, of course, starves at the female body and gathers the gaze of men who snort at expectations.

It’s not even a little unpleasant to serve those people as a result…

“Now, now. If you think of it as a dish that shows off as much as it shows and goes all into your mouth, it would be the best luxury, wouldn’t it?

Look through my disgruntled face and Mr. Cosmos will follow.

At the end of that gaze, Emma takes off her maid’s clothes neatly folded with a slightly nervous face and sits in a chair frightened by the men’s giddy gaze.

And that my groin makes my white fox daughter Miss Felicia and porn lineage Miss Marche crawl up my tongue alternately as if it were a game.

We are both professionals only, and the use of the tongue is bold and effective. One lick of it, one lick, always offers you the pleasure of wanting to moan.

“Oh, no… Felicia, is…”

“Re… you can call it off. When someone as old as your brother snorts at you, you muzzle. Be.”

“… Felicia’s a normal tongue or something. I was wondering if all the beasts are ravenous.”

“Mm-hmm. There’s a lot of fox beasts out there, but I’m halfway there.”

“Is it half?”

“Well, a beast whore is too big for a handful if you can’t fetch it, so many whores magically take a zazzle. I’m sorry I didn’t do it.”

“Sometimes some guys say it’s nice to be licked with a Zarazala. Such a person is a great late leak.”

“I’m here, how can I be so penniless and blunt? One. And he boasts.”

“I wish I had a dick that felt right and ejaculated.”

Two naked girls giving a certain talk of sex if they pinch my penis.

Miss Isabel, who was overseeing it, notes.

“Here. My tongue is away. If you start licking, you can’t rest until you’re mad at your customers.”

“Yes.”

I’m sorry, brother.

Double Fella begins again.

And looking at the stage of the sketch to distract her at all from the pleasure, Emma was sitting in a chair and stopping like a stone statue, as she had just seen it.

I guess I’m nervous. Though the dragons are strong so men have no fear and are thoughtful, it must still be special courage to expose your whole body to the inexplicable gaze of dozens, if you are bad, of over a hundred men.

There are many women in our female slaves who have the nerve to be seen, but even so, the stage of “making nakedness look unspecified” should not have been more so.

It’s not hard to imagine it being a very difficult play for Emma, who recently rendezvous, or for Naia and Beatrice, who had been solidifying on stage until just now.

“Emma. Doesn’t that make your expression a little softer?

Order while Mr. Gloria moves the brush, but while she shines her silver hair and white complexion into the sun, Emma ends by moving only her gaze.

It feels like I don’t know how to move my facial muscles.

Mr. Gloria scratches his head with a brush pattern…… and stands up with a suck.

“All right, I’ll take it off too”

Suddenly I said something weird.

“Why is that?”

Emma who can’t stop putting in the scratch.

but Mr. Gloria is right in the face as he undresses properly.

“I think I’m being seen alone, so I can’t move. There are two naked things you can see if I take them off too. I’m not as pretty naked as you, but it’s gonna be a little better.”

“… is that what it is”

“And then it’s an exposure festival, and I’m the only one who’s getting subtly lonely outside the mosquito nets.”

“Yep…”

Emma with the face that I don’t understand, but the tension of the man rises.

“That sister is awesome…… say that even though she’s a white elf”

“A slut. It’s a whore white elf.”

“I rather preferred that painting… oh, take it off”

The attention of the men is drawn, and Mr. Gloria glances at them with satisfaction, undressing them while giving them plenty of attention to the underwear that was covering their breasts, and throwing it into the audience.

“Oh, hey, give me that”

“It’s mine because it flew over here!

The men take that underwear away from each other.

While watching it, Mr. Gloria covers his chest with one hand (elf-like chest, but subtly cluttered in the way he covers it and stirs up a man around the sight of his nipples) and resumes sketching with the other hand.

“Emma, you look a little good. Yeah, yeah.”

“I’m just stunned…”

“It’s so much better than a clear face.”

My desire for ejaculation increases as I look at them like that.

“… oh, shit, it’s time to get out…”

“Oh, what do you say… it’s not a good idea to take a bukkake bath, is it?

“You two want a drink?

Consider what to do with my first ejaculation in three days while Miss Marche and Felicia lick each other’s penises.

“If you don’t want to go inside, if you’re going to waste your time shooting, just the finish. Can I get the pussy?

Mr. Hilda tried to interrupt, but Miss Cosmos stopped.

“These kids licked it this time, so these kids’ zamen. I won’t give you Hilda.”

“Uh.”

“So. Marche. Standup. Get out of here.”

“Yeah, but I’m not out on stage yet.”

“I believe Marche can make you look magnificent, even if you’re a customer.”

“What, is that okay?”

Why do you seem happy, Miss Marche?

“You shouldn’t nag me. Marche is a born de pervert of our whorehouse.”

“Yes.”

In tune with Miss Cosmos’ words, Miss Marche gets up sassy and quickly pushes her ass against my penis.

The groin was moist without teasing and the still immature limb seemed to be waiting for the man to ejaculate.

“Well, here you go…”

“Yes, I don’t know…”

“Wouldn’t it be nice if I didn’t hurt anyone?”

Under the bright blue summer sky of the Oasis city.

Hearing the whore’s still young, fun-loving voice, she shoves a nearly exploding penis into its vagina.

Unlike any daughter of the female slaves, a tight, immature, yet greedy, petty vagina relentlessly forces me to ejaculate.

An unwrapped girl swinging her hips twisted, as if enjoying a dance.

In its womb, I launch a crystal of pleasure.

“Gu… So, get out…!

“Oh, haha… su, wow… it looks like she’s peeing in her stomach…”

Miss Marche, while slightly tight, takes my ejaculation and stores it in her womb.

Because her vagina was too tight and she was tightening the entrance so she wouldn’t let herself escape again, my massive semen is pushing her lower abdomen wide like in the middle of pregnancy.

I mean, it’s amazing how tight you can be in that condition without letting Zamen get away with it.

“No, I’m gonna pull it out, okay?

“Ugh… Oh, wow, wow… ♪ It’s a leak. This ♪”

“You get out so often”

Felicia gazes at her close range and snorts at the semen that makes noise and floods out of her groin.

“Hmmm…… crap”

“Really? I’m this guy’s favorite type of sarmen. The smell is fine and the stickiness is amazing. Eh heh.”

“Fine. I’m getting murky, too.”

Felicia snaps up, gets up, leans naked on me and kisses me.

“I’m next.”

Visit wuxiaworld.eu for extra chapters.

“Oh, come on, you sure haven’t either.”

“When I think about it, it’s a battle to get me to draw porn, so naturally as a whore it’s like a painting full of Tsar juice”

“Mr. Cosmos.”

Ask for help, but Miss Cosmos makes mares with her fingers gleefully.

“Of course you can fuck me.”

“It’s not good!?

Everyone in female slavery talks seriously about “let the rest of the kids on stage get out of here”.

In the end, she settled down with “no stage overflowed with samen”, including Miss Marche.

Mr. Knoll, who was relatively calm, stopped the overheating argument and went to ask Nancy about it.

Out, of course. “In the realm of art,” they said.

Naturally. I mean, even though it’s critical at a nude sketch party, you can’t run off, can you?

So, on stage, Fennel gave a slightly dull but strangely colorful look for a big drink, Irina was detained by Angelos trying to get out (which would seem muzzled for both sides if the northern clan chief found out about the hard exposure in Onyx’s namesake place), and Lila, who was drinking, suddenly fluttered up to the stage to enthusiast the men.

With such a stage sidelined, I was served to contend with the maids.

“Mm… mmm… mmm…”

“Tell me when you’re not in the mood for a fellatio. I’m waiting for a maid to relax.”

“Oh, I’m a good ass.”

The maids, who don’t even know their names, wear only aprons and maid kachushas from maid clothes, and you all serve them collectively in Norinoli.

Every kid got ahead of him once he got on stage, so he didn’t have to worry about getting dirty.

“Is that okay… are these maids good at this?”

Surprised Mr. Carlos isn’t going to let him do that. I mean, if it’s enough for the maid of the house, I wonder if she wouldn’t bother collecting fancy whores.

In contrast, the maid chief lets Katusha stroke my ass with a naked apron outfit.

“Onyx’s maids aren’t in the business of sexual service, but it’s not unusual to hire an ant for such a part of it around here by nature,”

“… er”

Mr. Carlos, I just didn’t let him do it, and there are quite a few maids like that in the area, he said.

“That means you do it because there are quite a few maids who did that kind of work in approximation…… like?

“No.”

The maid chief is only cool no matter how she rubs her ass on me. This one gets a little mucky, and I rub my puffy brown ass in grandeur.

“That’s not what I meant. Each house works differently, so I don’t really slip across the maid industry.”

“Then why are you so… eh”

“Even if they say ‘only normal domestic work here’ when you’re hired, then there will be some kind of event, where, for example, the house will be more hands-on to the maid or entertained as a secret business, right? Like a porn scroll! I thought the maids were a little tired of a healthy workplace with nothing to live for.”

“Irrational”

“To be honest, there are quite a few maids that accumulate because we haven’t met too much. Master Smythson is also a valued customer of the main house, but unlike everyone in the main house, he is not in a position to help the maid, and we have seen evidence of it from time to time with regard to his rare energies, many of whom we admire. And the intention is not to leave the main house untouched in case she gets pregnant.”

“No, I don’t mind doing that, but let’s at least use contraception. It’s magical.”

“Do you hate being pregnant”

“I like it, but I don’t know where I’m going to get pregnant.”

“So be it.”

The maid length was flat even with two fingers stuck up to the second joint in the butthole. Wow.

“So… I think I’m about to ejaculate”

“Master Smythson is going to ejaculate. Who is ready?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be fine too.”

The naked apron maids raise their hands fine and stick their butts out to contend ahead.

I hear you’re asking me to go inside.

“… at this rate, next time I come to this house, the maids are going to be joining me more and more at night”

“No, it’s not that brilliant.”

The maid chief is in a straight face.

“To the extent that we will take care of you in your current outfit, such as cleaning and listening to you. Of course I do. I’m sure you’ll be able to take care of the wishes of our maids.”

“Wouldn’t that be a good battle whorehouse condition with the Cosmos HQ already!?

“How free”

I’ve always had a hard time deciding if you’re kidding me or if it’s natural, Mr. Maid.

I stick my dick out of my stick-out ass and move it into my preferred fleshy maid. I couldn’t get in there. I also stroked and rubbed my butt.

Dark elf maids gasping happily.

“I hope you don’t intrude too much on the position of female slave…”

“It’s our job to be offended by Andy, too.”

Even if Angelos and Aurora complain.

“Master Smythson’s freedom to use or not use a woman’s vagina there. We’re only maids until we follow your lead.”

Where does the maid head blow the wind?

Mr. Knoll sighed.

“We’re getting more and more. Hey. My brother’s hole.”

“Oh. If I knoll, I’ll be like other HR.”

“I’m not into talc stuff. If you want to go anywhere, it’s irrelevant.”

… Too many people starve for sex opportunities because you’re just a beauty, Talk dark elves.

I looked up to heaven as I ejaculated plenty of vagina into my maid.

And right around me that luxurious, a bunch of guys with bloody eyes on nude models.

The world is biased.

(cont ‘d)