Chapter 494: Andy's Talent [Deane]
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Maia and Lyla, two dragons fly into the southern sky.
Me and Mr. Deane were sitting back on the meadow outside town while we dropped it off.
"Well, what are we gonna do today?
"Hmm... I went to see my face at the Cat Mansion and Millil's Inn, and I haven't seen only Laurier among the elves, so I also went to church... No, I haven't seen the Baron or Mr. Jackie yesterday either, and I need to report that I'm home properly"
"You've got a lot of people you need to meet."
"Well, well... I have a house, and so do all the female slaves."
"Isn't that a good thing? When it comes to taking time off, all I've got to do is drink and talk about Apple. You're the face now."
"Is that a good thing..."
Well, isn't it by no means a bad thing that a lot of people rely on you and a lot of people rely on you?
"All in all, polka and elf territory, I guess you're going to flourish. Are there any more questions about the situation at first sight from anyone?
"I'll stand up..."
The mindset is the tracking son of a country blacksmith, and the mindset is the ten chiefs who are neither great nor great of the experimental troops.
The original me doesn't matter from the world, and behind me, the town is far from a position where society follows me.
But the unparalleled power of the dragon and the trust of the forest elves have already pushed me there.
From now on, they expect me to be the key to making them thrive.
Somehow I understand by reason, but I still didn't feel it.
Mr. Deane laughs as he falls asleep, keeping his back in the young grass.
"I'm starting to act like a dragon rider, but do you still have a good imagination that you're going to do it as a leader?"
"... Yes. That's why I'm like a stick-out."
"That would be one fact, but you can't just hide behind my back forever, can you? I don't know what to say myself, but I'm not politically fit. Rather than, it's not the right place to decide big things, regardless of the complementarity of other people's decisions. I'm going to be your hideout, but there's going to be a lot more of it in the future that won't be enough judgment for me and others."
"Oh, really?
"I'm good at fighting and preparing for battle, but the world isn't all that, is it? Whether you carry the polka, act as a mediator between the elf territory and the trot, I can't count on you in situations where your consciousness says things. Not only will people force me to make decisions, but I will also have to say something myself. That's when... well, it's about you. You'll read the time more sensitive than anyone, but that sense of responsibility can't be made without the awareness that you're a big man"
"No, no, no, you know, reading about that time"
It makes me feel unscrupulous.
Whatever makes me haunted, an amateur is a good place for a discipline like politics. Sometimes it will work by chance, but there is no way I can make a good decision politically enough to be praised by Mr. Deane, two hundred years old.
but Mr. Deane laughs at his mouth with his eyes closed in a bed of grass.
"I can. King Ulysses and a few others have noticed. The most amazing thing about you isn't your unrestrained lower body or your fearless guts."
Watered weed ears, in the spring sun looking good.
"It's about being able to feel things right. It's something you can recognize without overthinking the threat, but without insulting it. On top of that, we can be flexible in our search for countermeasures, including what we can do ourselves and relying on someone. To be clear, if you can do those three things, you don't need a little hard reason. We can always cross against anything."
"... is that so awesome?
"In a way, more than Cairon's luck."
So......!?
I honestly think that's irrationally capable.
"I don't have that talent. I always just lay my hands on it in case it sucks. No, it's not just me. Almost everyone in the world is frightened, confused and misjudged by the magnitude of the shadow that strikes them. If you decide to fight something, you can choose the fastest and most adequate means and face it with courage. Or even miss that enemy. Who saw it, but it wasn't luck that kept you going beyond it, it was thanks to the eye power that correctly evaluated you and your enemies"
"... uh..."
"Or do you think you're also a force that attracts more luck than Cairon to you?
"... yes, no, I'm not sure when they say that"
If you ask me, I remember being told something like that from time to time.
Evaluate correctly…?
Well, it would certainly be much more efficient to be what I first thought it would be.
But I don't know if I have any special powers to "always know exactly"...... hmm. I knew it wouldn't pin.
"Isn't there a line that just so happens to hit me..."
"If so, that's pretty strong luck, too. Phew."
"Yes, no, actually, it's getting better for a pinch."
"So it doesn't make sense if you don't recognize your position and your enemies. There is no correct assessment or anything about the subjects you are not paying attention to. So you're talking about raising awareness, right?
"... it's hard."
It's like catching a cloud.
I look like the representative of this polka and confront the outside enemy, protecting them with my people. It's cool there if you want to put it literally, but the specific image doesn't come up completely.
"Well, just take your time. There are plenty of people who can help you. If you just keep it, you can handle leaving it alone. But if you become 'real', all those allies will shine much brighter than they are now."
"... does that happen?"
"I will. I guarantee it."
Sleeping in the same way next door, looking up at the idyllic sky of spring, Mr. Deane wakes up with his elbows up and peeks into his face.
"It's a theory, but above all, it's someone else's trust that fosters awareness and responsibility."
The eyes that stare down at me are so beautiful that they're about to suck me in.
Oh, I thought this guy was beautiful.
"... Andy. I have full faith in your talent. So I'm going to be your wife, even if you have the grand idea of riding a dragon, shooting a lot of land, and saving a lot of stuff. The same thing is in the hands of others. There is no future. Because it's you."
"... wife"
"That's right. You didn't forget, did you? Unlike the other female slaves, I'm not giving up loving each other on an equal footing with you.... Though I guess you end up marrying all of them as wives"
Mr. Deane laughs like he's in a little trouble, and he brings his half over me.
Soft breasts were also felt over my clothes, and my legs drawing those streamlined lines tangled in my hips.
"If you believe you can do that, you can. Love all those superior women, help elf territory and cat colonies, save Naia and Carlwin. I believe you can do it.... If you can remember this trust, I'm sure you'll be 'real' too"
"... if your daughter-in-law tells you that, you can't possibly not get excited"
I smile bitterly and turn my hand to Mr. Deane, holding that body completely over my body.
"Can I finally go into the couple's business?
"... don't you have to turn in another woman?
"I'm not dissatisfied, even one-on-one. Of course I love orgy... I mean, even Celesta is basically one-on-one."
"Well, yeah. Don't let common sense paralyze you when I look at you... Mmm-hmm..."
The raucous morning sun at ten o'clock. Peaceful and idyllic like an idiot, the meadow of spring polka.
It's like a young man and woman in a raw country. Like a boy and a girl who just can't contain their blue appetites from each other, me and her will unbutton their clothes, unbutton their belts and knots, stick their hands in their bare skin, and devour their lips in the gaps between the grasses.
Lips and lips, tongue and tongue. If one tries to greed and breathe the other, at that time, he greets back, eats back the other's lips, and lets his tongue rumble back. Replace that repetition several degrees to release your face once while making a thick bridge of spit. By then I'm stripping Mr. Deane of his breasts, dragging his underwear down, and Mr. Deane's opening my pants and exposing my penis to the sun.
…………
"... Ha, ha..."
Wordless, just a long lasting kiss calls for a lack of air, and only the raised breath dissolves between them.
I rub Mr. Deane's chest with one hand and put my hand on his hip with the other, once again closing his face from either side and remembering the illusion of who his passion would fall from his narrowed eyes.
Mr. Deane lays his hand on my chest, and with one hand he sets his penis in the gap between his labia and screws it in.
The wetness wasn't very good because it was sex that started abruptly, but that would only be for a little while too. In a landscape as peaceful and happy as a fool, where we suddenly revealed our desires, we are strangely exalted in that mismatch.
Somewhere blue, somewhere sweet.
It's not the same as dyeing space with horny odors in large numbers. Excitement with anxiety, felt only because the two of us get into the wrong place and still can't stop our emotions as they naturally do with each other.
That's what drives Mr. Deane to get his vagina wet with less moisture rolling fluids, and eventually Mr. Deane starts waving like a beast over me to express his enthusiasm.
Gucha, gucha, and twisted horny noises disappear into the meadows. A refreshing breeze strokes our skin in flames of lust.
Grabbing Mr. Deane's brown tits, I always fall in love with Mr. Deane's movements and tortoise the depths of them.
"Huh, ahh... huh, huh... huh!!
Unlike Jeanne, I can't screw it deep down by poking my uterine mouth, but the mature vaginal path dedicated to me gives my penis intense pleasure with its entirety.
Alongside Selene, the vagina hole that kept me laboring and comforting.
... though it's still less than two years.
In the meantime, my libido must have passed a lot more times than normal to teach and transform it into the right hole for me.
Wave that hole to its fullest, to me...... To my husband, Mr. Deane's hissing vaginal service demanding semen marination.
While taking a distorted look at that pleasure, perhaps with the same face.
"Huh... Huh, ahhh!!
"Mmmm......!!
I over-populate Mr. Deane with cloudiness.
The vagina fills up quickly, the feeling of cloudiness blowing over the sides of the two asses in conjunction with pulsations.
I was enjoying that slightly tickling sensation while getting my rough breath done.
(cont 'd)
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Maia and Lyla, two dragons fly into the southern sky.
Me and Mr. Deane were sitting back on the meadow outside town while we dropped it off.
"Well, what are we gonna do today?
"Hmm... I went to see my face at the Cat Mansion and Millil's Inn, and I haven't seen only Laurier among the elves, so I also went to church... No, I haven't seen the Baron or Mr. Jackie yesterday either, and I need to report that I'm home properly"
"You've got a lot of people you need to meet."
"Well, well... I have a house, and so do all the female slaves."
"Isn't that a good thing? When it comes to taking time off, all I've got to do is drink and talk about Apple. You're the face now."
"Is that a good thing..."
Well, isn't it by no means a bad thing that a lot of people rely on you and a lot of people rely on you?
"All in all, polka and elf territory, I guess you're going to flourish. Are there any more questions about the situation at first sight from anyone?
"I'll stand up..."
The mindset is the tracking son of a country blacksmith, and the mindset is the ten chiefs who are neither great nor great of the experimental troops.
The original me doesn't matter from the world, and behind me, the town is far from a position where society follows me.
But the unparalleled power of the dragon and the trust of the forest elves have already pushed me there.
From now on, they expect me to be the key to making them thrive.
Somehow I understand by reason, but I still didn't feel it.
Mr. Deane laughs as he falls asleep, keeping his back in the young grass.
"I'm starting to act like a dragon rider, but do you still have a good imagination that you're going to do it as a leader?"
"... Yes. That's why I'm like a stick-out."
"That would be one fact, but you can't just hide behind my back forever, can you? I don't know what to say myself, but I'm not politically fit. Rather than, it's not the right place to decide big things, regardless of the complementarity of other people's decisions. I'm going to be your hideout, but there's going to be a lot more of it in the future that won't be enough judgment for me and others."
"Oh, really?
"I'm good at fighting and preparing for battle, but the world isn't all that, is it? Whether you carry the polka, act as a mediator between the elf territory and the trot, I can't count on you in situations where your consciousness says things. Not only will people force me to make decisions, but I will also have to say something myself. That's when... well, it's about you. You'll read the time more sensitive than anyone, but that sense of responsibility can't be made without the awareness that you're a big man"
"No, no, no, you know, reading about that time"
It makes me feel unscrupulous.
Whatever makes me haunted, an amateur is a good place for a discipline like politics. Sometimes it will work by chance, but there is no way I can make a good decision politically enough to be praised by Mr. Deane, two hundred years old.
but Mr. Deane laughs at his mouth with his eyes closed in a bed of grass.
"I can. King Ulysses and a few others have noticed. The most amazing thing about you isn't your unrestrained lower body or your fearless guts."
Watered weed ears, in the spring sun looking good.
"It's about being able to feel things right. It's something you can recognize without overthinking the threat, but without insulting it. On top of that, we can be flexible in our search for countermeasures, including what we can do ourselves and relying on someone. To be clear, if you can do those three things, you don't need a little hard reason. We can always cross against anything."
"... is that so awesome?
"In a way, more than Cairon's luck."
So......!?
I honestly think that's irrationally capable.
"I don't have that talent. I always just lay my hands on it in case it sucks. No, it's not just me. Almost everyone in the world is frightened, confused and misjudged by the magnitude of the shadow that strikes them. If you decide to fight something, you can choose the fastest and most adequate means and face it with courage. Or even miss that enemy. Who saw it, but it wasn't luck that kept you going beyond it, it was thanks to the eye power that correctly evaluated you and your enemies"
"... uh..."
"Or do you think you're also a force that attracts more luck than Cairon to you?
"... yes, no, I'm not sure when they say that"
If you ask me, I remember being told something like that from time to time.
Evaluate correctly…?
Well, it would certainly be much more efficient to be what I first thought it would be.
But I don't know if I have any special powers to "always know exactly"...... hmm. I knew it wouldn't pin.
"Isn't there a line that just so happens to hit me..."
"If so, that's pretty strong luck, too. Phew."
"Yes, no, actually, it's getting better for a pinch."
"So it doesn't make sense if you don't recognize your position and your enemies. There is no correct assessment or anything about the subjects you are not paying attention to. So you're talking about raising awareness, right?
"... it's hard."
It's like catching a cloud.
I look like the representative of this polka and confront the outside enemy, protecting them with my people. It's cool there if you want to put it literally, but the specific image doesn't come up completely.
"Well, just take your time. There are plenty of people who can help you. If you just keep it, you can handle leaving it alone. But if you become 'real', all those allies will shine much brighter than they are now."
"... does that happen?"
"I will. I guarantee it."
Sleeping in the same way next door, looking up at the idyllic sky of spring, Mr. Deane wakes up with his elbows up and peeks into his face.
"It's a theory, but above all, it's someone else's trust that fosters awareness and responsibility."
The eyes that stare down at me are so beautiful that they're about to suck me in.
Oh, I thought this guy was beautiful.
"... Andy. I have full faith in your talent. So I'm going to be your wife, even if you have the grand idea of riding a dragon, shooting a lot of land, and saving a lot of stuff. The same thing is in the hands of others. There is no future. Because it's you."
"... wife"
"That's right. You didn't forget, did you? Unlike the other female slaves, I'm not giving up loving each other on an equal footing with you.... Though I guess you end up marrying all of them as wives"
Mr. Deane laughs like he's in a little trouble, and he brings his half over me.
Soft breasts were also felt over my clothes, and my legs drawing those streamlined lines tangled in my hips.
"If you believe you can do that, you can. Love all those superior women, help elf territory and cat colonies, save Naia and Carlwin. I believe you can do it.... If you can remember this trust, I'm sure you'll be 'real' too"
"... if your daughter-in-law tells you that, you can't possibly not get excited"
I smile bitterly and turn my hand to Mr. Deane, holding that body completely over my body.
"Can I finally go into the couple's business?
"... don't you have to turn in another woman?
"I'm not dissatisfied, even one-on-one. Of course I love orgy... I mean, even Celesta is basically one-on-one."
"Well, yeah. Don't let common sense paralyze you when I look at you... Mmm-hmm..."
The raucous morning sun at ten o'clock. Peaceful and idyllic like an idiot, the meadow of spring polka.
It's like a young man and woman in a raw country. Like a boy and a girl who just can't contain their blue appetites from each other, me and her will unbutton their clothes, unbutton their belts and knots, stick their hands in their bare skin, and devour their lips in the gaps between the grasses.
Lips and lips, tongue and tongue. If one tries to greed and breathe the other, at that time, he greets back, eats back the other's lips, and lets his tongue rumble back. Replace that repetition several degrees to release your face once while making a thick bridge of spit. By then I'm stripping Mr. Deane of his breasts, dragging his underwear down, and Mr. Deane's opening my pants and exposing my penis to the sun.
…………
"... Ha, ha..."
Wordless, just a long lasting kiss calls for a lack of air, and only the raised breath dissolves between them.
I rub Mr. Deane's chest with one hand and put my hand on his hip with the other, once again closing his face from either side and remembering the illusion of who his passion would fall from his narrowed eyes.
Mr. Deane lays his hand on my chest, and with one hand he sets his penis in the gap between his labia and screws it in.
The wetness wasn't very good because it was sex that started abruptly, but that would only be for a little while too. In a landscape as peaceful and happy as a fool, where we suddenly revealed our desires, we are strangely exalted in that mismatch.
Somewhere blue, somewhere sweet.
It's not the same as dyeing space with horny odors in large numbers. Excitement with anxiety, felt only because the two of us get into the wrong place and still can't stop our emotions as they naturally do with each other.
That's what drives Mr. Deane to get his vagina wet with less moisture rolling fluids, and eventually Mr. Deane starts waving like a beast over me to express his enthusiasm.
Gucha, gucha, and twisted horny noises disappear into the meadows. A refreshing breeze strokes our skin in flames of lust.
Grabbing Mr. Deane's brown tits, I always fall in love with Mr. Deane's movements and tortoise the depths of them.
"Huh, ahh... huh, huh... huh!!
Unlike Jeanne, I can't screw it deep down by poking my uterine mouth, but the mature vaginal path dedicated to me gives my penis intense pleasure with its entirety.
Alongside Selene, the vagina hole that kept me laboring and comforting.
... though it's still less than two years.
In the meantime, my libido must have passed a lot more times than normal to teach and transform it into the right hole for me.
Wave that hole to its fullest, to me...... To my husband, Mr. Deane's hissing vaginal service demanding semen marination.
While taking a distorted look at that pleasure, perhaps with the same face.
"Huh... Huh, ahhh!!
"Mmmm......!!
I over-populate Mr. Deane with cloudiness.
The vagina fills up quickly, the feeling of cloudiness blowing over the sides of the two asses in conjunction with pulsations.
I was enjoying that slightly tickling sensation while getting my rough breath done.
(cont 'd)
Maia and Lyla, two dragons fly into the southern sky.Me and Mr. Deane were sitting back on the meadow outside town while we dropped it off."Well, what are we gonna do today? "Hmm... I went to see my face at the Cat Mansion and Millil's Inn, and I haven't seen only Laurier among the elves, so I also went to church... No, I haven't seen the Baron or Mr. Jackie yesterday either, and I need to report that I'm home properly""You've got a lot of people you need to meet.""Well, well... I have a house, and so do all the female slaves.""Isn't that a good thing? When it comes to taking time off, all I've got to do is drink and talk about Apple. You're the face now.""Is that a good thing..."Well, isn't it by no means a bad thing that a lot of people rely on you and a lot of people rely on you?"All in all, polka and elf territory, I guess you're going to flourish. Are there any more questions about the situation at first sight from anyone? "I'll stand up..."The mindset is the tracking son of a country blacksmith, and the mindset is the ten chiefs who are neither great nor great of the experimental troops.The original me doesn't matter from the world, and behind me, the town is far from a position where society follows me.But the unparalleled power of the dragon and the trust of the forest elves have already pushed me there.From now on, they expect me to be the key to making them thrive.Somehow I understand by reason, but I still didn't feel it.Mr. Deane laughs as he falls asleep, keeping his back in the young grass."I'm starting to act like a dragon rider, but do you still have a good imagination that you're going to do it as a leader?""... Yes. That's why I'm like a stick-out.""That would be one fact, but you can't just hide behind my back forever, can you? I don't know what to say myself, but I'm not politically fit. Rather than, it's not the right place to decide big things, regardless of the complementarity of other people's decisions. I'm going to be your hideout, but there's going to be a lot more of it in the future that won't be enough judgment for me and others.""Oh, really? "I'm good at fighting and preparing for battle, but the world isn't all that, is it? Whether you carry the polka, act as a mediator between the elf territory and the trot, I can't count on you in situations where your consciousness says things. Not only will people force me to make decisions, but I will also have to say something myself. That's when... well, it's about you. You'll read the time more sensitive than anyone, but that sense of responsibility can't be made without the awareness that you're a big man""No, no, no, you know, reading about that time"It makes me feel unscrupulous.Whatever makes me haunted, an amateur is a good place for a discipline like politics. Sometimes it will work by chance, but there is no way I can make a good decision politically enough to be praised by Mr. Deane, two hundred years old.but Mr. Deane laughs at his mouth with his eyes closed in a bed of grass."I can. King Ulysses and a few others have noticed. The most amazing thing about you isn't your unrestrained lower body or your fearless guts."Watered weed ears, in the spring sun looking good."It's about being able to feel things right. It's something you can recognize without overthinking the threat, but without insulting it. On top of that, we can be flexible in our search for countermeasures, including what we can do ourselves and relying on someone. To be clear, if you can do those three things, you don't need a little hard reason. We can always cross against anything.""... is that so awesome? "In a way, more than Cairon's luck."So......!?I honestly think that's irrationally capable."I don't have that talent. I always just lay my hands on it in case it sucks. No, it's not just me. Almost everyone in the world is frightened, confused and misjudged by the magnitude of the shadow that strikes them. If you decide to fight something, you can choose the fastest and most adequate means and face it with courage. Or even miss that enemy. Who saw it, but it wasn't luck that kept you going beyond it, it was thanks to the eye power that correctly evaluated you and your enemies""... uh...""Or do you think you're also a force that attracts more luck than Cairon to you? "... yes, no, I'm not sure when they say that"If you ask me, I remember being told something like that from time to time.Evaluate correctly?Well, it would certainly be much more efficient to be what I first thought it would be.But I don't know if I have any special powers to "always know exactly"...... hmm. I knew it wouldn't pin."Isn't there a line that just so happens to hit me...""If so, that's pretty strong luck, too. Phew.""Yes, no, actually, it's getting better for a pinch.""So it doesn't make sense if you don't recognize your position and your enemies. There is no correct assessment or anything about the subjects you are not paying attention to. So you're talking about raising awareness, right? "... it's hard."It's like catching a cloud.I look like the representative of this polka and confront the outside enemy, protecting them with my people. It's cool there if you want to put it literally, but the specific image doesn't come up completely."Well, just take your time. There are plenty of people who can help you. If you just keep it, you can handle leaving it alone. But if you become 'real', all those allies will shine much brighter than they are now.""... does that happen?""I will. I guarantee it."Sleeping in the same way next door, looking up at the idyllic sky of spring, Mr. Deane wakes up with his elbows up and peeks into his face."It's a theory, but above all, it's someone else's trust that fosters awareness and responsibility."The eyes that stare down at me are so beautiful that they're about to suck me in.Oh, I thought this guy was beautiful."... Andy. I have full faith in your talent. So I'm going to be your wife, even if you have the grand idea of riding a dragon, shooting a lot of land, and saving a lot of stuff. The same thing is in the hands of others. There is no future. Because it's you.""... wife""That's right. You didn't forget, did you? Unlike the other female slaves, I'm not giving up loving each other on an equal footing with you.... Though I guess you end up marrying all of them as wives"Mr. Deane laughs like he's in a little trouble, and he brings his half over me.Soft breasts were also felt over my clothes, and my legs drawing those streamlined lines tangled in my hips."If you believe you can do that, you can. Love all those superior women, help elf territory and cat colonies, save Naia and Carlwin. I believe you can do it.... If you can remember this trust, I'm sure you'll be 'real' too""... if your daughter-in-law tells you that, you can't possibly not get excited"I smile bitterly and turn my hand to Mr. Deane, holding that body completely over my body."Can I finally go into the couple's business? "... don't you have to turn in another woman? "I'm not dissatisfied, even one-on-one. Of course I love orgy... I mean, even Celesta is basically one-on-one.""Well, yeah. Don't let common sense paralyze you when I look at you... Mmm-hmm..."The raucous morning sun at ten o'clock. Peaceful and idyllic like an idiot, the meadow of spring polka.It's like a young man and woman in a raw country. Like a boy and a girl who just can't contain their blue appetites from each other, me and her will unbutton their clothes, unbutton their belts and knots, stick their hands in their bare skin, and devour their lips in the gaps between the grasses.Lips and lips, tongue and tongue. If one tries to greed and breathe the other, at that time, he greets back, eats back the other's lips, and lets his tongue rumble back. Replace that repetition several degrees to release your face once while making a thick bridge of spit. By then I'm stripping Mr. Deane of his breasts, dragging his underwear down, and Mr. Deane's opening my pants and exposing my penis to the sun. "... Ha, ha..."Wordless, just a long lasting kiss calls for a lack of air, and only the raised breath dissolves between them.I rub Mr. Deane's chest with one hand and put my hand on his hip with the other, once again closing his face from either side and remembering the illusion of who his passion would fall from his narrowed eyes.Mr. Deane lays his hand on my chest, and with one hand he sets his penis in the gap between his labia and screws it in.The wetness wasn't very good because it was sex that started abruptly, but that would only be for a little while too. In a landscape as peaceful and happy as a fool, where we suddenly revealed our desires, we are strangely exalted in that mismatch.Somewhere blue, somewhere sweet.It's not the same as dyeing space with horny odors in large numbers. Excitement with anxiety, felt only because the two of us get into the wrong place and still can't stop our emotions as they naturally do with each other.That's what drives Mr. Deane to get his vagina wet with less moisture rolling fluids, and eventually Mr. Deane starts waving like a beast over me to express his enthusiasm.Gucha, gucha, and twisted horny noises disappear into the meadows. A refreshing breeze strokes our skin in flames of lust.Grabbing Mr. Deane's brown tits, I always fall in love with Mr. Deane's movements and tortoise the depths of them."Huh, ahh... huh, huh... huh!! Unlike Jeanne, I can't screw it deep down by poking my uterine mouth, but the mature vaginal path dedicated to me gives my penis intense pleasure with its entirety.Alongside Selene, the vagina hole that kept me laboring and comforting.... though it's still less than two years.In the meantime, my libido must have passed a lot more times than normal to teach and transform it into the right hole for me.Wave that hole to its fullest, to me...... To my husband, Mr. Deane's hissing vaginal service demanding semen marination.While taking a distorted look at that pleasure, perhaps with the same face."Huh... Huh, ahhh!! "Mmmm......!! I over-populate Mr. Deane with cloudiness.The vagina fills up quickly, the feeling of cloudiness blowing over the sides of the two asses in conjunction with pulsations.I was enjoying that slightly tickling sensation while getting my rough breath done.cont 'd
