Chapter 677

Chapter 677: Midsummer Islands 6 [Emma]

Too honest about lust is basically evil in a more or less society.

Guys like that are ugly and annoying. The desire to have sex with the person you see is generally not acceptable, nor does it often coincide with other losses.

Until the final stage ahead, when we forge a relationship and reach an agreement, that’s something to contain, even if it’s in our minds. If not, there is only violence or the push of power by means of financial means.

A beach of full lust, complete freedom of sex that completely smashes common sense that……

Next thing you know, I rub the beauties’ raw tits dignified as I go to my heart, shaved, and my penis splashes semen all I can use, whether it’s their mouth, vagina, or butthole.

No one blames it, but rather waits for the order with accidental envy, a broken afternoon of everything.

Beginning with Galatia, who has experienced something called a sexual experience for the first time, even Beatrice, who was originally relatively commonsense Naia or Emma, and who has yet to wake up to her love for me or her servitude, loses sight of the place of her axial feet in this “world”.

I want to have sex.

I want to free everything of a woman’s desire.

I want to open my crotch as it guides my comfort, irritate my sexy zone, bathe my uterus with hot semen, and even expose my pregnancy aspirations in this setting.

What holds it back has already been left on the other side of the far ocean.

There are only men here driven by infinite lust and women who affirm all of that lust.

Hot sun, endless wave noises, panoramic horizons that no one ever comes to interrupt when they look far away.

Here the girls lose sight of their natural toothpick as people.

“Hahm… mmm, mmm… mmm, mmm…”

Hard work, feels like, shaking your penis healthy, Emma.

The service of even a thin silver-haired daughter with a line of loyal love seems somewhere out of place in one powerful face or the other.

Even if you imitate everyone and get naked, is it because you haven’t broken your delicately groomed hair?

Between me, Naia, Beatrice and Galatia who sweat… other than the sweat that moved from my body, not even a little wet is also what makes me seem like a resident of another world.

But I, as a natural luxury, let her serve me as I deserve, and I still love to hold Galatia with one hand to tear her pubic hair apart and raze her vagina, and in the other hand to tease Beatrice’s whispered breasts and roll her nipples.

Naia is already taking a break by pouring in a single shot of semen. Next to it, Mr. Gloria is also rolling, who has gone glocky after a single sex.

“Both Galatia and Beatrice have fun playing because we have rare pubic hair”

“Oh, that’s so fun.”

“I don’t care if hair is unusual… I mean, should I shave it?

“Don’t shave. Don’t shave. If it’s anything but an elf, it’s normal, and you don’t have to match it unnaturally.”

I’m a little rushed by Beatrice’s weird suggestion.

It’s a waste of praise because of its characteristics.

“But… you, you like elves, don’t you?

“I like it but not because I don’t have pubic hair”

“… then where do you like it”

“I’m not choosing female slaves because I’m an elf as to where… I’m glad my beautiful, horny kids liked me, so if I was muhammered, we’d all just end up female slaves.”

“… Sounds so cluttered”

“You can’t help it! If you get laid, you don’t want to give it up to anyone else anymore! If you manage to keep the body relationship going, you’ll probably settle down with female slaves for some reason!

This becomes a socialist theory again, but there are many cultures that make me feel that even if I can’t be Jeong-sook, I can’t help but have an overnight relationship with an unmarried man and woman whose love is elevated.

It’s called a lover.

So irresponsibly having opponents all over the place also feels that it is considered an injustice but not a sin. It’s a matter between us to like a guy like that, the one that feels abandoned.

I guess I should be in that frame, too.

But the strange thing around me is that as a result of sticking to a relationship that I’m not overnight, for some reason, I become an unacceptable “female slave” in any culture ahead of me, and we all calculate it as a solid sole response to future designs.

No, I won’t say it now because they’ve already pointed out so many reasons, but I can’t deny that if I put this into words, it still feels like I don’t know how.

“Me too… that, beautiful and horny child… into, into?

He looks up at me a little anxiously as Galatia gently grips my hand around his groin.

… Speaking of which, I’m saying to Galatia, the last time I said something like, “A kid with a head like you doesn’t need it for our female slaves”.

It’s been a stream of momentum and a feeling of female slavery, but it doesn’t seem like Galatia has grown to be mentally eye-catching since that period… you don’t see it.

Okay. What do we do?

“I do think her face is cute and her body is horny”

♪

But I tried to put one or two tricks on it, but I couldn’t say anything to Galatia, who laughed lightly and cheeked on my chest while I messed with her.

Hmm. What a quick loss of desire while I am.

This is not good. Not good.

Even if you put it into a female slave, in front of all the things I said last time that looked great, more like this… if you don’t show it as good as you conditioned it, you’re right…

… I don’t fit in, but I wonder why you care about that, for a while.

Chinko is still glossy and polished by saliva in Emma’s mouth serving hives.

The mouth of the ice dragon daughter, which is a lot lower than the sea breeze that gets her hot air, feels good.

Now there is no one on this beach to blame for actions that follow lust.

Wherever you can bathe my semen, I don’t care if you get pregnant, nobody panics.

Convinced of the sight, she was defenseless, too, and it was on me.

That’s all I need. Isn’t that enough to qualify a female slave?

Even the fennels became female slaves with such momentum, okay?

…………

“… No, no, no, no”

… I almost got my thoughts poisoned by this world of lust to myself.

No. I’m on the verge of losing the heat and pleasure, but I, as the lord of these nasty and noble female slaves, am more responsible for the female slaves… eh.

“Galatia…. you want my child to be conceived?

…………

“Now I can go back before I get pregnant, but if I ever give you that horny body before me, I don’t think I’ll let you go until I’m sure. I think I’d offend even if I was pregnant.”

“… Ya ‘ll do it, if you… yeah”

“Until I get pregnant… it’s gonna be every day I’m gonna stick my dick around your vagina and you’re gonna get a tight, sloppy face and you’re gonna keep getting semen applied. It’s a rarer life when you don’t smell semen. You have to give me half the boobs of the day in a round. One of these days, even in the butthole, I’ll teach you the taste of a dick.”

“… eh”

“It’s the kind of life that makes wearing pants a hassle. You want to live like an idiot?

… uh. Is that it?

I wonder what I’m talking about.

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If you’re not ready enough to get pregnant…… I feel like I’ve tried to say something like that, but it’s even a dialogue that’s just arousing your imagination of a sketchy life.

So, as for Galatia, who keeps getting molested while listening to that… again, a face that can’t be called calm.

Of course, there are young people who are intrigued by pornography, and rural daughters who are tired of the world of bitter pirates. If you don’t have a bad impression of the sex that you now know, it will only sound like an invitation to exciting days.

Most importantly, in a completely naked world where this moral collapsed, things stopping her are too far away.

If I asked you this way, you’d know it was only a sweet whisper.

“… I want to”

Blistering and grunting galatia.

Her face is bright red. Enough to know very well even when you are tanned.

And in contrast, Beatrice looks mucky. I guess there is a strong sense of confrontation with the newcomers.

“This, I get pregnant a lot better than this guy!

“What kind of fight is that?”

“Semen, don’t waste it. Okay… so don’t waste your dick, more…”

“I’m so glad you’re aggressively horny, but you can’t interrupt other kids trying to be happy. That’s female slavery revocation.”

“What, no…”

A girl who looks desperate for the fact that she can’t be a slave. I feel a fallacious, dark delight.

That freak triggers me, and I’m about to ejaculate into Emma’s mouth, which keeps snubbing indifferently.

“Ah… yabba, I think I’m out… eh”

“Lord. … that, may I have it in your vagina”

“Yes, fine, but are you satisfied with that?

“The semen will also be more worthy of swimming in the womb than drinking and nourishing it”

Dye your cheeks and say that, Emma. Princess, to the gap between my open beauty and my speech, that’s all I’m about to reach and bite my lips off.

“Fine…. Emma, turn your butt”

“Ha… ♪”

Emma happily hands on the sand and sticks her butt out high.

As left and right Galatia and Beatrice rattle their throats, I twist my dick into Emma’s offered vagina… and start ejaculating before I do.

“Eh… mah, mah…”

Even as his head is offended by pleasure, he is forced to screw Emma on the penis where the semen begins to blow out.

Unnatural behavior, unnatural ejaculation.

But the act of being forced into your vagina while spraying liquid is kind of strangely exciting.

“Oh, Lord…”

“What a waste…”

“Ma, we’re still out so much…”

Emma, who seems to be just happy to be put in even though she’s had a weird ejaculation, Beatrice, who wants to spare semen that soaks in the sand in vain, and Galatia, who is amazed at the amount.

Three people, show Eros how to adapt with more and more strange heels.

The sun began to tilt and the slutty sea baths of the female slaves decided to open “before it got cold”.

“Let’s go to Farrar at night. Red whales can only serve crusty pirate dishes. Farrar is better for food. A dragon would be quick, wouldn’t it?

“It’s kind of Galatia who enjoys the mobility of dragons the most…”

“Right, no?

“No, I don’t mind.”

Do you find the convenience of moving dragons extra brilliant because it is an offshore countryside, or because of the flexibility of youth?

I was impressed with Lila’s speed, too, but I don’t think she was taking advantage of it so happily.

“I couldn’t rely on the idea that ‘dragons can get there’ so far because I’m running out of help as far as I can walk…”

“Ho. Because the owner is a soldier, he can’t always leave the field so easily.”

“Or so it is.”

I have to ask Mr. Deane about that.

… When I retire, I wonder if I’ll start thinking more easily about traveling to Dragon, too, in the near future.

It’s fun to take everyone on a big trip, but I’d love to try a wandering trip alone with a dragon sometime.

(cont ‘d)