Chapter 697

Chapter 697: Welcome Newcamers 1 [knoll]

In the summer of polka, it is cool enough not to sweat in particular if you wear thin clothes, and does not take away the pleasure of a thermal bath.

No, it’s refreshing to flush it with hot water after a big sweat, because that’s one pleasure, but if the temperature is too high, it makes me feel better in a cold water bath than that.

Cool enough not to think so would be a must for enjoying a hot spring bath.

That’s the temperature of the polka’s summers, with a pleasant feeling of the wind that has crossed the dim dark green forest at noon, while the three sisters of Mira and Gloria, the five Galatians, soak up to their shoulders or sometimes let out their whole bodies except their legs, but without signs of climbing up and seeking coolness, chat and wait, savoring the atmosphere of the mysterious forest with comfort.

So, keeping them waiting like that, I’m pushing Mr. Knoll’s back against a beautifully polished partition wall, lifting one leg, and I’m inserting into Guchuguchu and Mr. Knoll.

Dancer-like and long-footed, she enjoys the vibration of her thrust as she entwines me with one hand and one leg and tongue and loves me passionately while taking my penis in a position where she can afford it, without letting her body float.

“Huh… Huh… Huh, Huh… Huh…”

One time he ejaculates in his vaginal mouth, and the semen halfway tangled in each other’s genitals bubbles up mixed with the love fluid that overflows, creating a nasty smell and sound as he wets each other’s feet without hesitation.

While I’m in plenty of haste, I’ve had incomplete burning ejaculation with plenty of taste of Mr. Knoll’s body, and now it’s time for me to gush my hips with unwillingness to spit my heart out into her depths.

If you’re going to ejaculate with that intention from the start, bare strands, handjobs, pussies and fellatios, that makes it a convincing ejaculatory experience.

But that wasn’t what happened earlier. Totally just an unconsciousness, it was an ejaculation that Mr. Knoll simply couldn’t bear the pleasure he would give while intertwining with his whole body.

When you end up in the form of “I don’t mean this,” you feel mixed with remorse, even if it was a superb experience.

Did Mr. Knoll know that much and stir me up, or am I just a boy?

“I wonder if you’re going to get pregnant with Sister Knoll, Andy.”

Mira shrugs as she sideways sees me desperately waving and receiving intense pleasure from Mr. Knoll’s vagina.

The two sisters denied it while mopping the water with their pussies.

“Isn’t it? I know you enjoy it as a fire play category, but you don’t really want it. Sister Knoll is the type of person who falls in love only on the bed.”

“I enjoy sex, but the more a man tries to bind, the more sultry he’s the type to leave, right? Andy the Slave Tutor and I feel that the body doesn’t fit perfectly no matter how well”

“So-yu’s are also so cool that they envy us as non-hotties. If I hang out with you guys, I won’t come back.”

“Ugh, what’s that saying? That’s our dialogue.”

Seema and Lucino fly each other hot water and gently stick together.

Mr. Gloria arbitrates that lightly.

“Well, well. The liberal style should be proactive and cool, but I don’t know about it for me. There are so many kids who will be kept, it’s not always possible to scorch and stir them up.”

“I don’t know.”

“Regardless of the other women, I feel like Sister Knoll could do it. Because it’s a jeweled butterfly. A jeweled butterfly. Because the premiere is completely different from ours.”

Galatia, who feels distracted by four long-lived species, is there as a snack.

“Is that famous? That human.”

“Aren’t you a Celesta? Eh. I don’t know, princess in a way? Or a goddess?”

“I’d like to see you at a glance if you’re going through the neighborhood, celebrities as much as the Odishans push. Then you’re not an asshole like Seema. Well, I’m also convinced your father and brother are particularly adorable.”

“Assholes are yummy. I don’t know about Mira, but I don’t remember losing Lucino.”

“Absolutely. The seriousness of the brain is spilling into the milk.”

“Yes, yes, we don’t fight either.”

Mira treats her sisters.

“Ma, I wouldn’t sleep with the money myself, but if I could buy it overnight, it wouldn’t be a shame if I offered you one or two mansions, how popular is my sister to be rich. If we’re just faces, we’re not going to lose.”

“You’re the sisters who split the blood. Hey. But I still feel the difference in dimensions as a woman.”

“If you were that sister, Andy, you’d probably take it off your hands, too.”

Yeah, yeah, and three dark elf sisters snorting at each other.

I really appreciate it from the sisters, I think. If I suck, I wonder if my family would admire me more than Mr. Deane.

I take a break from poking Mr. Knoll up like that, scooping her deep kiss all the way back with my tongue, and temporarily face off with Mr. Knoll.

That’s what they say.

“What do you think?

“On which topic?

“Dialogue over here. Don’t vaguely ask for comments, but enjoy troublesome monyo when you’re having sex with your heart.”

Mr. Knoll stumbles on his cheek and begs for the continuation of his sex.

I smile bitterly and squeeze into just one.

“What would you do if you were pregnant?

“If I told you I’d oro… you’d stop seeding me like this, wouldn’t you?

“You have the magic of proper contraception.”

“I like your serious pregnancy…. that’s what I mean”

That’s how you shake your hips gently, Mr. Knoll, demanding further thrust from me.

Understand her meaning of “that sort of thing,” with her groin and instincts.

If it’s to enjoy a hot moment with me, I don’t hate being pregnant. And you know I wanted to have my baby once, so I’m going to give birth eventually.

“What a sketchy woman, you thought”

“A little.”

“You don’t have a choice. I don’t like it at all. You make a woman care too much. You’re a human.”

Whisper.

“So come for real. If I’m booked exclusively for you, will you let me do my real job?

“True…”

“A woman’s foetus is meant to get her pregnant by the man she likes…?

Is there any man who can’t get excited about being whispered about this by a woman who doesn’t belong to anyone?

I resume intense extraction like a whipped horse.

Mr. Knoll whispered like he was waiting for it in his heart, holding my penis tight with vaginal leeches and holding it back, sprinkling horny juice and rejoicing that the back of his vagina would be razed again.

Just even, females and males obsessed with the pleasures they bring to each other.

There is no reluctance or disturbance in this greed. Seeking semen and eggs so fiercely, I have no hesitation in giving them.

Instinct screams. He wants me to get pregnant. He wants to carve himself into this female.

I won’t let Mr. Knoll go either. I complain all over my body that I will not allow myself to end up in the depths of my ecstasy once I’ve had an ejaculation that I can’t even reach unconsciously.

The culmination of sex, the overlapping thoughts of women and men, seconds of accelerating pleasure for the best moments.

Enjoy it fully, prolong it, and explode what you accumulate in your stockpile, instantly, it arrives.

“Ha…!!

“Hiahhhhhhhh…”

Brrrrrrrrr, brrr, brrr…… brrrrr, tkkkk, tkkkkkkkk……

Finally, my own penis rumbles into a rampage in her vagina and I get intoxicated by the feeling of pouring a zamen.

A sense of accomplishment, liberation, and conquest.

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They stroke from the lower body to the cerebral marrow in turn.

Mr. Knoll cuddles my balls tightly, not trying to let go of his actively pressed hips until it’s over, and lets him fully compliment my desire as a male.

“… heh, a treat…. you think they made you pregnant?

Whisper voice.

“… I don’t know”

“I don’t think I’m pregnant yet…. your sister will not be able to conquer you unless you do your best yet.”

Chu, with his lips, smiles affectionately.

Six sisters, good luck getting pregnant.

“… I’ll do my best”

Release yourself slowly.

Then, they hug each other in the hips, rubbing their tits and approaching the tub, flushing each other’s bodies in a bucket to work with each other.

“That feels good.”

“Tired, sister. Can I be next?

“Oh, Mira, it’s sloppy”

“I don’t dispute. I don’t dispute. You should let Calle decide. We’re not gonna fit in until we all do it anyway, are we?

Three sisters who were about to compete cutely again lose momentum in Mr. Gloria’s spare remarks.

“Next time, Mr. Gloria and Mr. Seema.”

“What, me?

“Fuck.”

Mr. Gloria looks unexpected and Mr. Seema is honestly delighted. Mira and Lucino make a face of “Why Seema”.

“It tastes good to offend the three of us together, but if we keep going with the flow, that’s not going to be the atmosphere when the three of us don’t get together, and we need to enjoy a different combination early.”

Explaining intent flows a convincing atmosphere.

That’s what happened to Oregano and his four daughters.

“Sex plan according to long-term outlook? Hehe, that’s just a porn scroll idea.”

“Is that what this is about?

“I mean, I don’t know if I’ve ever heard anything other than a porn scroll, but I guess I’m right. There’s not a lot of guys in real life who get a bunch of them together and fuck each other all night. You had a harem, and you were alone at once.”

“Father… hmm. It’s true that when you’re surrounded by your mothers, it may seem like you don’t mean it.”

Gloria and Seema talk about the world of porn scrolls as they rise out of the tub.

Gloria’s wet white nakedness and Seema’s brown glamorous body gleam and beauty amidst the sights of a hot spring with light green light.

“Well, what do you do? I don’t stick to seeding when it comes to this, but turn to support? Or a complete course in cancer without any extra thought?

“I hope I get framed soon…”

Black and white, two hot beauties.

Both aggressive and reliable.

For now.

“I want to rub my tits”

“… fine”

“Heh heh, I’m only confident here.”

Compare Gloria, with a slightly clapped face (quite a bit as an elf but modest in dark elf size), and Seema, who is slightly better at it (much larger in dark elf size as well), with both hands extended and rubbed.

No, rather than compare, I enjoy the feeling of greed with both hands.

It’s a possible situ for anyone to devote themselves to one child and rub it, but it’s a privilege allowed only to guys like me to let you rub them alongside each other so hard.

“In polka, ‘boobs’ is the word of a man’s soul.”

“Heh…”

“Huh. My time.”

I’m kind of pulling on Mr. Gloria and Mr. Seema, who say weird things while rubbing their thoughts while soaking in happiness.

… I mean, Seema, don’t you disgust being appreciated for your tits? No, it’s the only strong appeal point in the three sisters who feel reasonably similar.

And maybe he’s used to being seen for growing up in talc.

Even though I think about it, I indulge in four freely distorted tits in my hand.

Nice, tits. I don’t mind if you do.

(cont ‘d)