Chapter 752

Chapter 752: Largest Collar Awards Ceremony Ever 19 [Layla]

Silver Dragon’s beautiful silver hair only gives them a presence to draw a line with the rest.

White hair by old is called silver, or platinum blonde with a light color is called silver, but it’s “cold, beautiful silver” again unlike that kind of thing.

Silver colors such as Irina, Luna and Mr. Hilda among female slaves have a relatively fuzzy impression and are only animal colors. But the silver hair on the silver dragon is somewhat mineral, and I have a presence that I think would be true if I took one as it is and said, “It’s an ultra-fine wire”. I guess it’s different as a material in the first place. I don’t get the rough impression at all even if I leave it unmade.

Leila’s calm beauty, colored by the long and refreshing, has the charm of making anyone trance if you walk through a city of people.

It doesn’t mean Emma or Lleda aren’t beautiful at all, but there’s room in Leila that they don’t have, and the elegant intelligence that seeps out, even in silence, invites the other person’s peace of mind and calls for honest attention and emotion for beauty.

In short, it doesn’t make me think 'she’s beautiful, but she looks spicy to handle”. The extra room for adults to make up for the impression of hard hair just doesn’t bring up impurities other than “beautiful people,” so they all snooze.

Such a beautiful woman exposes herself to white nakedness, greedily presses her ass against my penis, luring her into her vagina and she is irresistibly disturbed.

In spite of being in front of her real sister, she exposes herself to the burning appearance of passion and makes herself jump rhythmically in an attempt to suck out a man’s child in her own child bag.

Wearing only a collar, positively affirming lust and waving her hips obsessively, she repaints her usual serene and intelligent impressions.

“My sister is a slut too, but you are muscled……! It’s sketchy like I was born to be a female slave……!

I mock Layla as she enjoys the superb physical feel as much as she likes and makes sure to apply the sweat she blew on her innocent skin with all the excessive lumbar exertion she’s had so far.

I don’t know because it’s really a dragon. It’s about them dying without hesitation if it’s for pride, with mighty power. As much as letting a slut “be,” it wouldn’t be entirely impossible if she was prepared for it.

But I ignore it and get on with it. I’m not being asked to hesitate. Like any other female slave, no more than that, just because bumping their libido is the treatment they seek.

My husband as a dragon is a liner. But as a female, I’m the only sister-in-law who gives everything to me.

I did something I couldn’t do. Why wasn’t I even framed one shot at a time for being so physically and mentally dedicated to the best bitches?

… No, actually, I know how you feel. Just a little.

I’m abnormal right now. The truth is, a dragon is a monster that only takes a few minutes to destroy the whole polka if you mean it. How can you easily penetrate it… and I would tell you before I met Lyla.

I was the only sketchy bastard who could only provide as much sex as I did after all, and Lyla got used to having sex all over me right away because she was at that rate, but I guess the liners couldn’t quite fill the gap between their identities and their appearance with liners.

Even though I got my hands on Shario, he only seemed to get a little fucked.

He was cool with it, too, but he was young, so if it was true, if he could free up the best female body in terms of appearance, feel, and toughness, he should fuck around like a monkey.

But after a few tastings, it’s over.

After all, he couldn’t trust the female dragons to the bottom of their hearts and left them in a good relationship with each other.

Seriously, even one person would have had enough talent to be in history. Whether it stayed a half-way sense of distance or not well communicated, I managed.

So I left them with the perception of a “faithful monster”… and in the end, that expectation of heroism ended up with a stream swelling up from the dragons and from within Karlwyn, not really grasping the dragons.

It makes no sense to be more sympathetic now, but you were a pathetic guy, and the thought grows stronger.

With all that power, all that respect, all that anticipation… and yet he did something to me.

… and missed eating the superb females I should have been able to get my hands on at any time and put them to bed with me.

Sympathy, but also a shallow sense of superiority somewhere in my heart and thanks for leaving them to eat.

I’m pretty sure it’s fascinating. No matter how many other female slaves you dealt with, it would surely have been a loss to me if I had let them die without tasting them.

“Ha… ah, ah… ♪ I, now… will be filled… ♪ So much is required of me as a female… ♪”

Leila turns back forcefully, from the bottom of her heart, with a swinging voice.

Is she also feeling disloyal and exalted in her service to someone different from the “Lord who should give himself”?

… to her every word and deed, to her expression, I have a feeling of joy, superiority, disloyalty and suspicion.

I’m sure I’ll continue to offend them while I keep having this emotion, comforting myself that I can’t help but care.

Hounded by physical pleasure and feathered by just a few bitter emotions, I end up honestly daring “in the oath”.

“Out… ku… ah…!

“Yes… let it out, chop it… this female hole… this baby belongs to you…”

Pleasure pushes through and ejaculates to pull the plug out vigorously.

Grabbing her mucky, mature ass and pressing her to compress the back of that vaginal hole, she spits as much semen as she likes.

If you take a glimpse of Corti waiting next door, he looks at his sister with some blurry, unfocused eye, still poking up his semen filled lower body, trembling at him.

Somehow intuitive. I’m rebelling against my sister’s exquisite experience by overlapping the pleasures she’s just had.

Really… utterly, really, so much female slavery. It’s been weeks since I lost my virgin, and it’s this porn.

“… Something like this would make me want to be framed again…”

I’ll answer Corti whining, disturbing his breath.

“It’s a lot of sketching.”

… Without denying the challenging narrative, Corti can prank his half buried face on the mat.

“… eh. It’s a walking porn item for you today, isn’t it?”

“Actually, it’s not just you guys, it’s”

For once, when I glanced sideways to put my face up, Lyda and Mr. Cosmos looked at me and nodded. Is that all right with you guys?… I guess that’s okay.

There’s more like, “Uh, am I not?” A few of them look like that. With Mr. Hilda or Tetes or Maia?

Ladies and gentlemen, please be good enough to call yourselves pornographic items and take care of your real life a little more. I think a sustainable future is important.

Let Apple, Jeanne, and Fennel wipe the bodies of their dragon daughters.

Some showed a little resistance to being wiped, but it’s not good to be unclean. I don’t want to be everyday with semen everywhere, but I need you to be more frequent.

And it’s an amazing number, I think again. Women gathering naked for me alone.

Big tits, lactating milk, white and brown skin, beasts, elves, holy beasts.

Sooner or later, all the beauties, for the time being, are not temporarily hired whores or anything, they’re all seriously trying to make as many of my kids as they want… Oh, my God.

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I think it’s really getting to be a hell of a harem.

I’m not aiming for a record or a target number in particular, and he said it started just because he couldn’t pick Selene and Mr. Deane, but one day they’ll increase as a matter of course… and it won’t stop.

“Ho. If I were to enslave all the blue lizards, I’d shut the fuck up.”

Soon Lyla, who was next door, tells me that maybe she is, looks up to heaven.

“Dragon I don’t feel comfortable with the fact that it’s going to be burdensome on each side to increase too much…”

“Four-headed this agreement, two-headed female hole agreement. Where there are two or three more heads here again, there will be no big difference. Most importantly, dragons are the supreme power. If the convenience of the frivolous holds back our contract, we should not hesitate to destroy it.”

“Don’t be drastic. By and large, I’m no longer a soldier, and I can’t use how much more dragon power I have.”

“Ho, isn’t that better? If it’s a meaningless number, it doesn’t matter if it increases. They said they wanted to be kept as long as they wanted to.”

“… you trying to get so many dragons for what reason? You’re gonna lose your share, aren’t you?

“I don’t care either way, but I’m not just telling you what to expect.”

…………

Sounds like you’re trying to increase it no matter what you ask, doesn’t it?

…… hmm. But in fact, I’m taking care of you and I’m having sex with you, four Blue Dragon women.

If he finds out we’re female slaves at a condition like Lyda’s, he’s going to tell us we’re eligible ants already.

Can I refuse it? Will I stand if Maia Mama openly disappoints me?

… I’m getting a little less confident.

and.

“… so, but”

Turning around, at the end of the day, Potsung and the remaining shapes of Shario.

He looks kind of uncomfortable while gripping his arm, which cut along the way and skin the wound, to rub it with his other arm.

“… I don’t have anything?

“… uh”

She… yeah.

Honestly, it would be bad if I made it a nail bounce, which is why I just called it.

I was counting to number with some knoll, but there’s no reason to force her to wear a collar. I never resent you, but that’s why there’s nothing theoretical armed about pressing for sex.

But he’s kind of dissapointed to see me in an open mood.

What should I do? But you can’t improvise a collar on her.

Liner got his hands on it too, so now it’s really going to be a genuine bedtime, and I can’t twist the obligation of female slavery like the Cortees.

I wonder what words I can use to get it right.

Trouble staring at her tits for a while.

“… then why do you have sex too?

What are you really talking about, and I said something that made me want to go in there myself.

What is it, what is it?

And Shario listens to it and stares back into our eyes.

“… not a bluff”

“Huh.”

I have replied in an outrageous manner.

No, wait. What the hell are you doing?

(cont ‘d)