Chapter 580: Visit to the Old Royal Palace 3 [Deane]
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As Naia and Emma watched closely as Lila began drinking at her leisure, Mr. Deane lusciously invited me to take off the last piece of her underwear.
"Fine, are you accumulating?
"Of course it is. I haven't had a chance to get a slow hug since you got caught in Carlwin."
"That's... sure"
"Don't you have to take other daughters into account today? If you want to get it up to bed, it's time now. If we start this alone, once we can, we may not let go. I'm not sure I can restrain myself."
"Because it's an example. Don't hesitate to show Mr. Deane and I are friends."
"... I see. So let me show you one thing… as your woman, the oldest ginseng will."
With a flirtatious smile, Mr. Deane accepted me with his face close and kissed me naturally to put a tree together where it should be.
After enjoying a sweet kiss to taste the lips with his lips for nearly ten seconds, he pushes his mouth apart from each other as if signaled and transitions to a deep kiss where he plugs his tongue into each other.
Meanwhile, Mr. Deane's fingers stroke his cheeks and neck muscles in an effort to greedily feel me, hugging him and caressing him from shoulder to back.
Speaking of which, I lay my hands on my tits and rub them.
Charismatic and decorative chains make noises on the chest. Temperature bracelets also blur on the neck and ears.
"Mm-hmm... hmm, eh"
From Mr. Deane's mouth, slightly separated, a groan leaks just exhaling.
And whisper, keeping your foreheads stuck with each other.
"Sorry...... a little reached"
"Oh, have you?"
"With the feel of your lips, it feels filled to the back of your head... if you get stuck with your tongue, the feeling will already echo directly to your uterus..."
…………
Hey, this guy's hungry for mess.
"If they hold me like this... I wonder what will happen..."
"... don't pass out or anything, do you?
"but good luck"
It's hard to imagine people taking that kind of unconsciousness, but I don't think there are many situations where deposits go on like this.
If you gently push that body down to the bed and touch your hairless pussy, it's no longer your genitals, it's not your ass there, it's drooling with drooling love fluid as if you had incontinence.
"Ahhh... hih"
It even reacts sensitively to that contact in my hand, Mr. Deane, and hikes my shoulder. Love liquid blows out lightly, adding even more moisture.
If I played foreplay poorly or something, that's all I'm going to get.
"You're not in the stage of wanting something..."
"I couldn't wait... I'm sorry... but I can't wait because you love me..."
"But I don't hate that kind of humble Deane either"
whisper with a slightly lower voice.
That alone makes Mr. Deane squeak his throat as he was impressed and reacts as if it had gently peaked again.
"... Andy... eh"
"I'll hold you."
I can no longer pull in, so I hold Mr. Deane in a slightly sadist mode tone as it is, and push my penis in.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... ♪ Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪"
Mr. Deane reached the point where he broke his labia.
Reach countless fines at the stage of pushing and spreading horny meat again.
As far as the stage of punching the uterus is concerned, its face has already wandered without the shadow of seeing it, such as Rin.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."
"Can I move it?
"Wait... this is so... Andy's, dick... it was vicious..."
"Sounds like you have to remind him."
Whispering in my ear to exhale, I deliberately strengthens my hips and makes Gucci go back and forth with a big stroke.
"Ahhhhh..."
That alone makes her body react sensitively, her boobs hitting the sky and jumping gently, reaching.
That vagina has squeezed up with cum, but my penis is usually increased and hard and fierce to the fact that it is a longtime Mr. Deane's dementia and the intense state of affairs in front of Emma, who has not yet experienced intercourse, who is intrigued to tour. There is also excessive pornographic fluids that do not inhibit my pleasure-grabbing movements in any way.
I give Mr. Deane a mean grin looking up with pleasantly sumptuous eyes.
That's a silent declaration.
The proclamation of carnal desire, from here on, to thoroughly degrade Mr. Deane with meat bars and cloudiness.
And Mr. Deane looks up at me... and smiles just a little.
Accept the moment when you leave yourself to the swamp of joy.
In those few seconds where we only exhale each other, we do get through... and we no longer get into beastly interactions.
"Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh."
"Ha, ha... ooh, ooh!!
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha"
"Knock, knock... Ha, knock!
Both Mr. Deane and I waved our hips as if we didn't know to stop or leave each other in the repetition of unspoken whispers and sometimes instinctively interact deep kisses.
Even if they fall out sometimes in too intense a meeting, they are quickly re-framed as their hands reach out to each other to contend.
Changing position, top down, side to side, doesn't change that.
Frame your penis and hit your hips. That's all I'm saying is the only rule, no words, just a little deeper to each other, a little stronger and waving back.
I also ejaculate along the way. But we don't stop hitting ourselves while our brains are burning with pleasure.
I sprayed cloudy in Mr. Deane's vagina over and over again, and the mucus, which is even semi-solid like coagulated soup, dyed Mr. Deane's womb, swelling, and she leaked cloudy as she was pounded around by her penis to make a powerful and nasty noise, never resting on waving her hips.
I can see it's pleasant and hazy. Sometimes consciousness is interrupted.
Still, I'm obsessed with her vagina, and I don't stop devouring pleasure from every single one of those leeches, every single one of those irregularities.
I punch my uterus and tortoise head and I won't stop making her ring.
Mr. Deane wants that. For as long as my breath lasts, I want a mess even if I lose consciousness. I no longer doubt that, her and my consensus.
Forget Naia or Emma is even watching along the way, I ejaculate all over Mr. Deane.
Watch as she gets ejaculated with her hips up and her flashy clouds propagate her underbelly like molten iron, spreading it with two hands without meaning and smiling vaguely.
Then he restarts his thrusting motion, mixing the whispers of a beast that makes no sense.
How many hours would I have had sex like that?
If you noticed, me and Mr. Deane were relaxed, and the frenzy was over at some point.
"... Mr. Deane"
"Oh...... Andy. That was pretty intense..."
"... shouldn't you have"
"Terrible. So good."
That's what Mr. Deane says and he overkisses me. After the usual, necklaces, bracelets, foot rings and hair decorations that accent just a little bit.
Metallic gloss shines back into the light fire.
"Oh well... are you going to act..."
"Are the dragons not very familiar?
"No...... this, the ones who like to interact with these things, even though they are in the palace. The dragons don't interact with each other that high, or it feels like a play."
"Did Emma ever mix it up, too?
"Oh, there isn't."
Emma, who apparently had been sitting still touring, including falling asleep, had spoken of her thoughts as she did now.
I mean... I've really been watching you. Disciplined.
(cont 'd)
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As Naia and Emma watched closely as Lila began drinking at her leisure, Mr. Deane lusciously invited me to take off the last piece of her underwear.
"Fine, are you accumulating?
"Of course it is. I haven't had a chance to get a slow hug since you got caught in Carlwin."
"That's... sure"
"Don't you have to take other daughters into account today? If you want to get it up to bed, it's time now. If we start this alone, once we can, we may not let go. I'm not sure I can restrain myself."
"Because it's an example. Don't hesitate to show Mr. Deane and I are friends."
"... I see. So let me show you one thing… as your woman, the oldest ginseng will."
With a flirtatious smile, Mr. Deane accepted me with his face close and kissed me naturally to put a tree together where it should be.
After enjoying a sweet kiss to taste the lips with his lips for nearly ten seconds, he pushes his mouth apart from each other as if signaled and transitions to a deep kiss where he plugs his tongue into each other.
Meanwhile, Mr. Deane's fingers stroke his cheeks and neck muscles in an effort to greedily feel me, hugging him and caressing him from shoulder to back.
Speaking of which, I lay my hands on my tits and rub them.
Charismatic and decorative chains make noises on the chest. Temperature bracelets also blur on the neck and ears.
"Mm-hmm... hmm, eh"
From Mr. Deane's mouth, slightly separated, a groan leaks just exhaling.
And whisper, keeping your foreheads stuck with each other.
"Sorry...... a little reached"
"Oh, have you?"
"With the feel of your lips, it feels filled to the back of your head... if you get stuck with your tongue, the feeling will already echo directly to your uterus..."
…………
Hey, this guy's hungry for mess.
"If they hold me like this... I wonder what will happen..."
"... don't pass out or anything, do you?
"but good luck"
It's hard to imagine people taking that kind of unconsciousness, but I don't think there are many situations where deposits go on like this.
If you gently push that body down to the bed and touch your hairless pussy, it's no longer your genitals, it's not your ass there, it's drooling with drooling love fluid as if you had incontinence.
"Ahhh... hih"
It even reacts sensitively to that contact in my hand, Mr. Deane, and hikes my shoulder. Love liquid blows out lightly, adding even more moisture.
If I played foreplay poorly or something, that's all I'm going to get.
"You're not in the stage of wanting something..."
"I couldn't wait... I'm sorry... but I can't wait because you love me..."
"But I don't hate that kind of humble Deane either"
whisper with a slightly lower voice.
That alone makes Mr. Deane squeak his throat as he was impressed and reacts as if it had gently peaked again.
"... Andy... eh"
"I'll hold you."
I can no longer pull in, so I hold Mr. Deane in a slightly sadist mode tone as it is, and push my penis in.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... ♪ Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪"
Mr. Deane reached the point where he broke his labia.
Reach countless fines at the stage of pushing and spreading horny meat again.
As far as the stage of punching the uterus is concerned, its face has already wandered without the shadow of seeing it, such as Rin.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."
"Can I move it?
"Wait... this is so... Andy's, dick... it was vicious..."
"Sounds like you have to remind him."
Whispering in my ear to exhale, I deliberately strengthens my hips and makes Gucci go back and forth with a big stroke.
"Ahhhhh..."
That alone makes her body react sensitively, her boobs hitting the sky and jumping gently, reaching.
That vagina has squeezed up with cum, but my penis is usually increased and hard and fierce to the fact that it is a longtime Mr. Deane's dementia and the intense state of affairs in front of Emma, who has not yet experienced intercourse, who is intrigued to tour. There is also excessive pornographic fluids that do not inhibit my pleasure-grabbing movements in any way.
I give Mr. Deane a mean grin looking up with pleasantly sumptuous eyes.
That's a silent declaration.
The proclamation of carnal desire, from here on, to thoroughly degrade Mr. Deane with meat bars and cloudiness.
And Mr. Deane looks up at me... and smiles just a little.
Accept the moment when you leave yourself to the swamp of joy.
In those few seconds where we only exhale each other, we do get through... and we no longer get into beastly interactions.
"Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh."
"Ha, ha... ooh, ooh!!
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha"
"Knock, knock... Ha, knock!
Both Mr. Deane and I waved our hips as if we didn't know to stop or leave each other in the repetition of unspoken whispers and sometimes instinctively interact deep kisses.
Even if they fall out sometimes in too intense a meeting, they are quickly re-framed as their hands reach out to each other to contend.
Changing position, top down, side to side, doesn't change that.
Frame your penis and hit your hips. That's all I'm saying is the only rule, no words, just a little deeper to each other, a little stronger and waving back.
I also ejaculate along the way. But we don't stop hitting ourselves while our brains are burning with pleasure.
I sprayed cloudy in Mr. Deane's vagina over and over again, and the mucus, which is even semi-solid like coagulated soup, dyed Mr. Deane's womb, swelling, and she leaked cloudy as she was pounded around by her penis to make a powerful and nasty noise, never resting on waving her hips.
I can see it's pleasant and hazy. Sometimes consciousness is interrupted.
Still, I'm obsessed with her vagina, and I don't stop devouring pleasure from every single one of those leeches, every single one of those irregularities.
I punch my uterus and tortoise head and I won't stop making her ring.
Mr. Deane wants that. For as long as my breath lasts, I want a mess even if I lose consciousness. I no longer doubt that, her and my consensus.
Forget Naia or Emma is even watching along the way, I ejaculate all over Mr. Deane.
Watch as she gets ejaculated with her hips up and her flashy clouds propagate her underbelly like molten iron, spreading it with two hands without meaning and smiling vaguely.
Then he restarts his thrusting motion, mixing the whispers of a beast that makes no sense.
How many hours would I have had sex like that?
If you noticed, me and Mr. Deane were relaxed, and the frenzy was over at some point.
"... Mr. Deane"
"Oh...... Andy. That was pretty intense..."
"... shouldn't you have"
"Terrible. So good."
That's what Mr. Deane says and he overkisses me. After the usual, necklaces, bracelets, foot rings and hair decorations that accent just a little bit.
Metallic gloss shines back into the light fire.
"Oh well... are you going to act..."
"Are the dragons not very familiar?
"No...... this, the ones who like to interact with these things, even though they are in the palace. The dragons don't interact with each other that high, or it feels like a play."
"Did Emma ever mix it up, too?
"Oh, there isn't."
Emma, who apparently had been sitting still touring, including falling asleep, had spoken of her thoughts as she did now.
I mean... I've really been watching you. Disciplined.
(cont 'd)
As Naia and Emma watched closely as Lila began drinking at her leisure, Mr. Deane lusciously invited me to take off the last piece of her underwear."Fine, are you accumulating? "Of course it is. I haven't had a chance to get a slow hug since you got caught in Carlwin.""That's... sure""Don't you have to take other daughters into account today? If you want to get it up to bed, it's time now. If we start this alone, once we can, we may not let go. I'm not sure I can restrain myself.""Because it's an example. Don't hesitate to show Mr. Deane and I are friends.""... I see. So let me show you one thing as your woman, the oldest ginseng will."With a flirtatious smile, Mr. Deane accepted me with his face close and kissed me naturally to put a tree together where it should be.After enjoying a sweet kiss to taste the lips with his lips for nearly ten seconds, he pushes his mouth apart from each other as if signaled and transitions to a deep kiss where he plugs his tongue into each other.Meanwhile, Mr. Deane's fingers stroke his cheeks and neck muscles in an effort to greedily feel me, hugging him and caressing him from shoulder to back.Speaking of which, I lay my hands on my tits and rub them.Charismatic and decorative chains make noises on the chest. Temperature bracelets also blur on the neck and ears."Mm-hmm... hmm, eh"From Mr. Deane's mouth, slightly separated, a groan leaks just exhaling.And whisper, keeping your foreheads stuck with each other."Sorry...... a little reached""Oh, have you?""With the feel of your lips, it feels filled to the back of your head... if you get stuck with your tongue, the feeling will already echo directly to your uterus..." Hey, this guy's hungry for mess."If they hold me like this... I wonder what will happen...""... don't pass out or anything, do you? "but good luck"It's hard to imagine people taking that kind of unconsciousness, but I don't think there are many situations where deposits go on like this.If you gently push that body down to the bed and touch your hairless pussy, it's no longer your genitals, it's not your ass there, it's drooling with drooling love fluid as if you had incontinence."Ahhh... hih"It even reacts sensitively to that contact in my hand, Mr. Deane, and hikes my shoulder. Love liquid blows out lightly, adding even more moisture.If I played foreplay poorly or something, that's all I'm going to get."You're not in the stage of wanting something...""I couldn't wait... I'm sorry... but I can't wait because you love me...""But I don't hate that kind of humble Deane either"whisper with a slightly lower voice.That alone makes Mr. Deane squeak his throat as he was impressed and reacts as if it had gently peaked again."... Andy... eh""I'll hold you."I can no longer pull in, so I hold Mr. Deane in a slightly sadist mode tone as it is, and push my penis in."Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa "Mr. Deane reached the point where he broke his labia.Reach countless fines at the stage of pushing and spreading horny meat again.As far as the stage of punching the uterus is concerned, its face has already wandered without the shadow of seeing it, such as Rin."Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...""Can I move it? "Wait... this is so... Andy's, dick... it was vicious...""Sounds like you have to remind him."Whispering in my ear to exhale, I deliberately strengthens my hips and makes Gucci go back and forth with a big stroke."Ahhhhh..."That alone makes her body react sensitively, her boobs hitting the sky and jumping gently, reaching.That vagina has squeezed up with cum, but my penis is usually increased and hard and fierce to the fact that it is a longtime Mr. Deane's dementia and the intense state of affairs in front of Emma, who has not yet experienced intercourse, who is intrigued to tour. There is also excessive pornographic fluids that do not inhibit my pleasure-grabbing movements in any way.I give Mr. Deane a mean grin looking up with pleasantly sumptuous eyes.That's a silent declaration.The proclamation of carnal desire, from here on, to thoroughly degrade Mr. Deane with meat bars and cloudiness.And Mr. Deane looks up at me... and smiles just a little.Accept the moment when you leave yourself to the swamp of joy.In those few seconds where we only exhale each other, we do get through... and we no longer get into beastly interactions."Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh.""Ha, ha... ooh, ooh!! "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha""Knock, knock... Ha, knock! Both Mr. Deane and I waved our hips as if we didn't know to stop or leave each other in the repetition of unspoken whispers and sometimes instinctively interact deep kisses.Even if they fall out sometimes in too intense a meeting, they are quickly re-framed as their hands reach out to each other to contend.Changing position, top down, side to side, doesn't change that.Frame your penis and hit your hips. That's all I'm saying is the only rule, no words, just a little deeper to each other, a little stronger and waving back.I also ejaculate along the way. But we don't stop hitting ourselves while our brains are burning with pleasure.I sprayed cloudy in Mr. Deane's vagina over and over again, and the mucus, which is even semi-solid like coagulated soup, dyed Mr. Deane's womb, swelling, and she leaked cloudy as she was pounded around by her penis to make a powerful and nasty noise, never resting on waving her hips.I can see it's pleasant and hazy. Sometimes consciousness is interrupted.Still, I'm obsessed with her vagina, and I don't stop devouring pleasure from every single one of those leeches, every single one of those irregularities.I punch my uterus and tortoise head and I won't stop making her ring.Mr. Deane wants that. For as long as my breath lasts, I want a mess even if I lose consciousness. I no longer doubt that, her and my consensus.Forget Naia or Emma is even watching along the way, I ejaculate all over Mr. Deane.Watch as she gets ejaculated with her hips up and her flashy clouds propagate her underbelly like molten iron, spreading it with two hands without meaning and smiling vaguely.Then he restarts his thrusting motion, mixing the whispers of a beast that makes no sense.How many hours would I have had sex like that?If you noticed, me and Mr. Deane were relaxed, and the frenzy was over at some point."... Mr. Deane""Oh...... Andy. That was pretty intense...""... shouldn't you have""Terrible. So good."That's what Mr. Deane says and he overkisses me. After the usual, necklaces, bracelets, foot rings and hair decorations that accent just a little bit.Metallic gloss shines back into the light fire."Oh well... are you going to act...""Are the dragons not very familiar? "No...... this, the ones who like to interact with these things, even though they are in the palace. The dragons don't interact with each other that high, or it feels like a play.""Did Emma ever mix it up, too? "Oh, there isn't."Emma, who apparently had been sitting still touring, including falling asleep, had spoken of her thoughts as she did now.I mean... I've really been watching you. Disciplined.cont 'd
