Chapter 769

Chapter 769: That name’s already far away.

At the end of one thing, the fluid-filled girls, sitting naked on the floor, were somehow shrinking their distance from each other.

“Ko, next time…… do you want to play with me? Somehow, we’ve been busy lately, so we don’t have to do it.”

“… still, well, okay… because if he calls me, it’s that priority, right? Look, I’m a bee potty clerk.”

“I’ll have my dick stuck with me then, I’m fine”

Beatrice and Corti have promised to play for some reason.

… The feeling I saw is a similar outfit, so I feel less uncomfortable, but it looks like some weird combination.

Is it easy to talk to each other in polka with less acquaintance because they were on track as liner’s men in Carlwin?

But in the end Beatrice is getting her wrist chopped off by a liner, and even if she has complicated emotions, it seems fine…

“So, Mr. Tetes has a lot of experience in buttocks…”

“It’s abundant. ♪ Oh, my God. I was so addicted to anal sex as a virgin. ♪”

“… is there any such thing as… attitude during the act, or how to endure… tricks”

“Um, in Emma’s case, it looks like it’s hard to control your senses if you’re not used to them first.”

“This isn’t the first time I’ve ever done this… Dude, I hope I lose a lot of force compared to my vagina, because when I screw the Lord’s meat stick into my butthole, I feel like I can’t do anything at all…”

“It doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good, does it?

Tess and Emma are seriously exchanging information about anal.

Hi Emma seems to care that even though she could serve somewhat consciously before, she stays offended if she’s anal.

It’s not a hole you use for sex by nature, so I don’t think it’s as much to worry about as you think… but I guess you want to be proficient as a female slave.

Something’s not just Emma, but many daughters have strong feelings about the title of female slave.

Meanwhile, the task of me wiping the semen I sprinkled on Galatia with a wet hand mug and putting clothes on its body.

Galatia accepts that even as she seems uncomfortable. The other four people are also going to let me handle the aftermath very personally.

“You don’t like to take these off or put them on too much……?

“It’s not something a man can do freely. Normal. Even if I tolerate being naked. A lot of girls say it’s impossible to be seen or handed off.”

Johnny, I hear your wife Jessica is. I’m not even old enough to be a girl.

They definitely turn Johnny back when they take it off before the etch. And the lights are off, too, you think? He also doesn’t like Johnny touching his freshly stripped pants.

It’s been about five years since we got married, but it also seems distant to me.

but, well, I guess porn between us isn’t just a couple of all-okay things.

My female slaves, who pursued Eros to compete and had no teething or anything, would just be left out if they didn’t like it enough to be taken off. In the first place, if you’re passive about porn, there’s no way I’m going to break into Harlem.

But even so, freely messing with a girl’s clothes is a special act for a man.

“What makes you free of this kind of thing is a great appetite for exclusivity or dominance, don’t let that fill you up”

“I wish I hadn’t filled this plain enough and made it more flashy…”

“… embarrassing in public or something?

“… that’s what I’d do if I liked you”

Galatia appealed to me to rub my raw tits while I put on my jacket.

There’s a strangely intoxicating verse about how you’ve ever been surrounded by rough guys from the Pirates, rebelling against your cowamote father… and being snuggled up, followed, and changed by a man because he’s had an overall bounced life…

That psychology is by no means a bad thing as far as I’m concerned, but I need you to take full account of the position I’m holding critical in polka society.

Even my mother is here. Because if they think I’m imitating it too badly, they’ll beat me up.

It’s dusk time, so go to Mr. Cosmos’ snack terrace, Leslie House.

As I turned my face slightly out of the cloud cover, I decided that it was more moderate this way with a female slave’s sense of position than the usual tavern.

Well, if you go out there and have Lyla, Maia, and Emma hang out with you, you can prevent the kick from flying all of a sudden, but the atmosphere has never crossed in my favor.

And if you think.

“Ma’am. Andy, if you make a rumor,”

“Wow…”

It is very uncomfortable for the aunts who were gathered to hear a hissohisso voice that feels obviously awkward.

Hi. At night, I hear this is going to be my aunts’ rally point.

To see the blush, it seems that there are many types of wives whose pavilion owners usually pack into the tavern, making it the venue for a wellside meeting back in the hot spring based on the moisture and wet hair.

The type of wife whose pavilion owner returns to her home from an early hour (not coming to the tavern) will pull in early to take care of her family, cook, etc.

Does it feel like the emergence of a “Leslie House” in a different manner from a liquor store has allowed us to secure another place for those with sloppy husbands to share their stupidity with each other, until now that’s the only place called Hot Springs?

Anyway, I’m very curious as to the context in which the hell they say “wow”.

“What, what rumors?

Even though they serve and speak lightly, the aunts don’t look at each other and get a bad idea.

That doesn’t sound like a good rumor. Yeah. That’s right. At least I don’t have a good reputation for receiving an aunt.

Mr. Cosmos came out of the kitchen where we tried to share awkward blanks with each other.

“There you are, my lord. ♪ Do you want something sophisticated?

“No, why did you limit it to something sophisticated, Mr. Cosmos? And your husband doesn’t.”

“Um, so… would you like a darling?

“I would normally ask you to call me by name!?

They pretend to be critical while nicoting, and the pace is quickly gripped.

When I look at your wives while coughing, I’m still more alert. Should we just give up listening?

“Don’t worry about it. I simply explained the relationship between the Dark Elves.”

“Huh?”

“Hi, I think I knew about Mr. Deane and Hilda, but I thought I was wondering what the relationship was between Mr. Knoll and the Seemas…”

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If you ask me, it’s similar, but what kind of relationship?… you don’t explain it in particular even though you should have been questioned.

No, I’m a half-sister when it comes to similarities, especially because dark elves are beautiful when they all do it on top of different skin tones, and because of other races, there’s a verse where people fool me to some extent when they say “we’re all family”.

“Everyone but me and Swallow are sisters, all six of them are under a seeding contract, so I was just talking.”

“No, here’s the thing…”

That’s true, but if you ask again, you’re humanly shocked!?

“The cat kids heard the circumstances to some extent… hey”

“If you ask me, it’s a bourgeoisie’s house, but he said he’s still after me with his hands from next to his sisters… how much he likes color. Smythson, my parents were a little sloppy, but the digits are different…”

“No, nothing. I’m not after you anymore!

I mean, so is Mr. Deane and Mr. Hilda, because not all of them I approached from myself for a physical relationship.

If I was screwing some other kid, I’d just get deeper and deeper with Zubuzub mixed up with the interruptions.

It’s hard to believe, but I want you to believe me. I am harmless. My sisters are chocolate, too. I didn’t say you’d look good. I’m on track.

“What, didn’t you aim for it? Didn’t you make so many no-guard kids with our maid chief and other maid squad kids?

Mr. Seema enters the battle face-to-face from the kitchen.

No, it’s true. Because my female relationship is not quite the one that would convince the Trotman in general if I didn’t explain it carefully.

“Sure, there were some beautiful maids who have been mixing with the jerk with some knoll, but those aren’t sisters, are they?!?

“… Actually, the maids mixed up with my two sisters at the nude sketch festival last time, right?

“Why!?

“Isn’t a maid something to make a girl do once anywhere as a behaving apprentice? I’ve done it before.”

“Really, I didn’t recognize that, so could you make it a no-can?”

Mr. Carlos, why didn’t you stop? You weren’t the parent of my sister’s thoughts.

“And those maids, our nieces and nieces and all that, because there are quite a few blood relatives in the Onyx main house… we need to be careful around that.”

“… Yes”

“So I could virtually describe it as’ I’m still after you ‘because I was a lot more interested in running female slaves in my milk-filled quote as much as I wanted… I guess that’s okay!

“They’re after me, not me!?

“People call it compassion and affection!

It’s hard to argue with Mr. Seema when he tells me to do some fistful posing, but his wife’s white eye vision doesn’t stop anywhere.

No, that would be “wow”!

“Hey Andy…. My daughter, would you really stay away from me because I want you to marry the Graham boy across the street?

“No, your aunt’s daughter is certainly only 6 or 7 years old!? You’ll never make it when you tell me to get my hands on you!?

“I mean, in three more years, you’re gonna eat it.”

“Ten years old or there after three years…”

“To see Irina or Laurier, you don’t even think it’s different.”

I think those two are just a little big for being 10. But girls grow up a little faster than men.

No, no, no.

“So I hope you don’t call me such a sightless colored demon!

“Twenty people say a female dray or something, and if a man is not a colored demon, then who is a colored demon?”

I’m sorry, I’m twice that.

… Again, I can’t find room for objection.

That’s right.

If 20 people had a daughter who would publicly proclaim, “I’m his porn officer,” it would be a fine case and you could be famous, right? Even Minister Ashton is half of that, isn’t he?

(cont ‘d)