Chapter 608: Porn Scroll 4 [Lyla Beatrice]
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Even though he is physically fit enough, Beatrice, unfamiliar with sex, is already breathing constantly.
The lira that captures Beatrice is not a rough hand, but it is a dragon that originally possesses extraneous power. Trying to escape won't be something you can escape.
"Lyla, don't make me impotent. Beatrice is still a beginner."
"Ho, I understand. Then I'm not trying to escape, this girl."
"That might not be all we have left."
Beatrice's supporting arm is also trembling from her shoulder and her breathing is clearly rough.
Though it was just one shot I made out with, the feeling of being screwed directly into my body and the fatigue associated with it was definitely making that body significantly weaker.
"... Beatrice. Um... somehow I put you in some weird play, but you don't have to force me to hang out with you. Everyone around me is used to this. I'm happy to do it because I can afford to have fun, and I'm not trying, even though it's hard..."
"... be, nothing... enough to worry about, nothing..."
Beatrice looked a little rotten.
"... Naia, 'cause if Tess is okay with it... there's nothing I can't do... well, the sex itself isn't that... I don't hate it..."
I said, "Come on, let me in."
"Hey, buddy... not that far."
Panicking Beatrice.
Tess looks out to peek in from the side, whispering flirtatiously.
"You can't be halfway there, can you?
"You know, Tetes..."
"Even Mr. Selene will be angry." Look, this place is bishy. "
"I'm not getting on. I mean, there's no such thing as you, and you shouldn't be, like redesigning your life to the point where you feel good once or twice."
"Well... but as a matter of reality, your husband is an excellent place to work permanently."
"Just sit down. More to the point, I'm not getting laid tonight."
"Ugh... hi, that's terrible"
Stand by naked. That won't cut into boulders.
Tess stepped back amazingly.
"So what are we going to do, Lord Owner? If you don't want me to force you, you can rest like this."
"I guess I'd better... if I did it now, I'd really pass out..."
Even if I skip my daughter acting or something, Beatrice is a pretty good celebrity, so I have trouble toothpicking.
Even if you're going to be nice, if you knock it off, it can get bumpy.
but.
"So, it's okay... it's okay, so..."
"... why did you get so far"
"Because... uh..."
Beatrice turned away shy, keeping her drooling ass and groin pointed.
"... something was better than before..."
"Well... at first, you don't even know what a jerk is."
"Yeah.... and then something... I'm gonna say to you, I'm a little... excited, maybe I did"
…………
Parent-child relationships and family relationships are rare in Karlwin.
The part about people being born by sex is just not enough to question. Fathers and mothers are not so much the wrong words either.
But that doesn't mean someone to rely on, someone to follow. As soon as a child is born, it is only natural that he or she should be taken and raised in a village care facility, and he or she should not be allowed to have any special relationship after he or she has been raised.
That's because of the wisdom of the land pattern where the emergency of carnivore frequently occurs... No, because of King Jeddah's evil taste in trying to be so.
Anyway, you shouldn't have the same feelings for the Karlwinians as you think for the word dad.
Yet I was excited to call it that while being offended... What does that mean?
"Beatrice......"
"I somehow know what kind of role you're going to play over here when you're like a dad... and you're also like a mom. I also know that one day, when I have a baby... I'm not going to leave it to the childminder, I'm going to grow it the way I do it outside, that's all."
…………
"So... when I thought you were the one, I thought... I came pretty tight, and being offended by it... maybe it's terrible, but something's awesome..."
Beatrice turns her gaze just a little bit.
The gaze was certainly close to intoxication, making you feel expectant and tranced.
"I mean... if you... okay..."
"No, it's not good at all, generally"
Why don't you just look at me as a parent and get normally excited? I'm only in my 20s. No, if it's Carlwin, is there...?
I'm getting less and less sure.
"... so just a little more... go on. Made of dick like me... I'll even be made a kid again with that dick of yours... Anyway, that... I'll be conquered by a terrible dick, a dream..."
"... ho. This one's pretty good too." "
Beatrice, who talks somewhere inadvertently, and Lyla, who gently shakes her manko and appeals from beneath her sarmen-ridden groin.
... Can Beatrice project everything on one man for the lack of a contemptible image of something called a father?
I hear that a man also has the type to project multiple things, such as a mother, lover and daughter, on one woman.
I should say that my preference… or giving my father and lover an image of everything to someone I can forgive anyway… may be possible because I didn't come to terms with a real parent.
For once, I seem to know that's just an image play... so I'll stop pursuing any further.
"Okay...... bye Beatrice. And Lyla."
I'm never willing to let the two of you hug each other and show me the groin hole.
"I'll offend you both together"
".................."
"Ho ho. Compared to one another. My partner's baby bag or my beloved daughter's baby bag... who loves his dick better?"
"... Dad... play with my uterus again, dick..."
Each of them stirs me up with a voice full of expectations.
Beatrice's hips let you imagine the earlier masterpiece in the aftertaste, albeit immature and linear, with a lump of lila that keeps you limp.
While I was stirred up by those temptations, I tried so hard... I decided to start offending Lyla, poke her a few times and then stick her into Beatrice, and when Beatrice rang reasonably well, hit Lyla's uterine mouth... and change her hole to offend me.
"Phew... oh, yeah... yay, don't pull it out yet..."
"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho."
"Eh... both of you, you womb... and you're so motivated..."
"So... because... my dad's semen, he's already been drunk, and he's making me care..."
"My... heck... ♪ Did my baby bag ever fail... ♪"
Gyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
The foaming love liquid splashes with heat.
I crave semen and chase it to my penis so that my two hips compete.
The two continue to devote their lower bodies to me as if they were truly parents and children, sometimes jealous, sometimes showing off, sometimes merciful, holding each other's bodies together.
I taste the two vaginas alternately... indulge in the pleasures of different colors and eventually get driven by the next ejaculatory desire to get lost and decide between the two vaginas.
"... Let's go, Lyla...!
"Ho... you can always spill bees... eh"
"Yah... I want it again too...!
"I just gave it to you... Huh!
"But I want it... again, to me..."
Glad Beatrice is desperately waving her ass and appealing, I set my aim on Lila's vagina for the last spart.
Two bodies rock in my grind.
We both dance because we want semen in our wombs.
I see the Elf Sweet Night illusion there.
Taste a night of illusions into sluts, along with beautiful whores and daughters who let the whores have them.
An enthusiastic woman's appetite, which can be described as a man's fantasy itself, is intertwined and hits herself.
Imagination and reality. The two luxuries that unite prompt me to ejaculate unrealistically.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa...!!
Plenty, he also spit it out in Lyla's vagina. It overflows with duplicity.
Then, slowly penetrate and unplug the semen that has not been out, about a few degrees as if using Beatrice's vagina to wipe it off.
"Oh, my cock... it's like they're after Zamen..."
"Ho... good, my daughter"
Sweaty Beatrice and Lyla who still can afford it. The two white nudes slowly exfoliate and amicably tarnish the groin with cloudiness.
... Though I don't have to think about trying harder.
"Not yet... there are others, Father."
Irina and Sharon turn their asses over here and invite them.
Yeah. Not yet.
(cont 'd)
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Even though he is physically fit enough, Beatrice, unfamiliar with sex, is already breathing constantly.
The lira that captures Beatrice is not a rough hand, but it is a dragon that originally possesses extraneous power. Trying to escape won't be something you can escape.
"Lyla, don't make me impotent. Beatrice is still a beginner."
"Ho, I understand. Then I'm not trying to escape, this girl."
"That might not be all we have left."
Beatrice's supporting arm is also trembling from her shoulder and her breathing is clearly rough.
Though it was just one shot I made out with, the feeling of being screwed directly into my body and the fatigue associated with it was definitely making that body significantly weaker.
"... Beatrice. Um... somehow I put you in some weird play, but you don't have to force me to hang out with you. Everyone around me is used to this. I'm happy to do it because I can afford to have fun, and I'm not trying, even though it's hard..."
"... be, nothing... enough to worry about, nothing..."
Beatrice looked a little rotten.
"... Naia, 'cause if Tess is okay with it... there's nothing I can't do... well, the sex itself isn't that... I don't hate it..."
I said, "Come on, let me in."
"Hey, buddy... not that far."
Panicking Beatrice.
Tess looks out to peek in from the side, whispering flirtatiously.
"You can't be halfway there, can you?
"You know, Tetes..."
"Even Mr. Selene will be angry." Look, this place is bishy. "
"I'm not getting on. I mean, there's no such thing as you, and you shouldn't be, like redesigning your life to the point where you feel good once or twice."
"Well... but as a matter of reality, your husband is an excellent place to work permanently."
"Just sit down. More to the point, I'm not getting laid tonight."
"Ugh... hi, that's terrible"
Stand by naked. That won't cut into boulders.
Tess stepped back amazingly.
"So what are we going to do, Lord Owner? If you don't want me to force you, you can rest like this."
"I guess I'd better... if I did it now, I'd really pass out..."
Even if I skip my daughter acting or something, Beatrice is a pretty good celebrity, so I have trouble toothpicking.
Even if you're going to be nice, if you knock it off, it can get bumpy.
but.
"So, it's okay... it's okay, so..."
"... why did you get so far"
"Because... uh..."
Beatrice turned away shy, keeping her drooling ass and groin pointed.
"... something was better than before..."
"Well... at first, you don't even know what a jerk is."
"Yeah.... and then something... I'm gonna say to you, I'm a little... excited, maybe I did"
…………
Parent-child relationships and family relationships are rare in Karlwin.
The part about people being born by sex is just not enough to question. Fathers and mothers are not so much the wrong words either.
But that doesn't mean someone to rely on, someone to follow. As soon as a child is born, it is only natural that he or she should be taken and raised in a village care facility, and he or she should not be allowed to have any special relationship after he or she has been raised.
That's because of the wisdom of the land pattern where the emergency of carnivore frequently occurs... No, because of King Jeddah's evil taste in trying to be so.
Anyway, you shouldn't have the same feelings for the Karlwinians as you think for the word dad.
Yet I was excited to call it that while being offended... What does that mean?
"Beatrice......"
"I somehow know what kind of role you're going to play over here when you're like a dad... and you're also like a mom. I also know that one day, when I have a baby... I'm not going to leave it to the childminder, I'm going to grow it the way I do it outside, that's all."
…………
"So... when I thought you were the one, I thought... I came pretty tight, and being offended by it... maybe it's terrible, but something's awesome..."
Beatrice turns her gaze just a little bit.
The gaze was certainly close to intoxication, making you feel expectant and tranced.
"I mean... if you... okay..."
"No, it's not good at all, generally"
Why don't you just look at me as a parent and get normally excited? I'm only in my 20s. No, if it's Carlwin, is there...?
I'm getting less and less sure.
"... so just a little more... go on. Made of dick like me... I'll even be made a kid again with that dick of yours... Anyway, that... I'll be conquered by a terrible dick, a dream..."
"... ho. This one's pretty good too." "
Beatrice, who talks somewhere inadvertently, and Lyla, who gently shakes her manko and appeals from beneath her sarmen-ridden groin.
... Can Beatrice project everything on one man for the lack of a contemptible image of something called a father?
I hear that a man also has the type to project multiple things, such as a mother, lover and daughter, on one woman.
I should say that my preference… or giving my father and lover an image of everything to someone I can forgive anyway… may be possible because I didn't come to terms with a real parent.
For once, I seem to know that's just an image play... so I'll stop pursuing any further.
"Okay...... bye Beatrice. And Lyla."
I'm never willing to let the two of you hug each other and show me the groin hole.
"I'll offend you both together"
".................."
"Ho ho. Compared to one another. My partner's baby bag or my beloved daughter's baby bag... who loves his dick better?"
"... Dad... play with my uterus again, dick..."
Each of them stirs me up with a voice full of expectations.
Beatrice's hips let you imagine the earlier masterpiece in the aftertaste, albeit immature and linear, with a lump of lila that keeps you limp.
While I was stirred up by those temptations, I tried so hard... I decided to start offending Lyla, poke her a few times and then stick her into Beatrice, and when Beatrice rang reasonably well, hit Lyla's uterine mouth... and change her hole to offend me.
"Phew... oh, yeah... yay, don't pull it out yet..."
"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho."
"Eh... both of you, you womb... and you're so motivated..."
"So... because... my dad's semen, he's already been drunk, and he's making me care..."
"My... heck... ♪ Did my baby bag ever fail... ♪"
Gyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
The foaming love liquid splashes with heat.
I crave semen and chase it to my penis so that my two hips compete.
The two continue to devote their lower bodies to me as if they were truly parents and children, sometimes jealous, sometimes showing off, sometimes merciful, holding each other's bodies together.
I taste the two vaginas alternately... indulge in the pleasures of different colors and eventually get driven by the next ejaculatory desire to get lost and decide between the two vaginas.
"... Let's go, Lyla...!
"Ho... you can always spill bees... eh"
"Yah... I want it again too...!
"I just gave it to you... Huh!
"But I want it... again, to me..."
Glad Beatrice is desperately waving her ass and appealing, I set my aim on Lila's vagina for the last spart.
Two bodies rock in my grind.
We both dance because we want semen in our wombs.
I see the Elf Sweet Night illusion there.
Taste a night of illusions into sluts, along with beautiful whores and daughters who let the whores have them.
An enthusiastic woman's appetite, which can be described as a man's fantasy itself, is intertwined and hits herself.
Imagination and reality. The two luxuries that unite prompt me to ejaculate unrealistically.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa...!!
Plenty, he also spit it out in Lyla's vagina. It overflows with duplicity.
Then, slowly penetrate and unplug the semen that has not been out, about a few degrees as if using Beatrice's vagina to wipe it off.
"Oh, my cock... it's like they're after Zamen..."
"Ho... good, my daughter"
Sweaty Beatrice and Lyla who still can afford it. The two white nudes slowly exfoliate and amicably tarnish the groin with cloudiness.
... Though I don't have to think about trying harder.
"Not yet... there are others, Father."
Irina and Sharon turn their asses over here and invite them.
Yeah. Not yet.
(cont 'd)
Even though he is physically fit enough, Beatrice, unfamiliar with sex, is already breathing constantly.The lira that captures Beatrice is not a rough hand, but it is a dragon that originally possesses extraneous power. Trying to escape won't be something you can escape."Lyla, don't make me impotent. Beatrice is still a beginner.""Ho, I understand. Then I'm not trying to escape, this girl.""That might not be all we have left."Beatrice's supporting arm is also trembling from her shoulder and her breathing is clearly rough.Though it was just one shot I made out with, the feeling of being screwed directly into my body and the fatigue associated with it was definitely making that body significantly weaker."... Beatrice. Um... somehow I put you in some weird play, but you don't have to force me to hang out with you. Everyone around me is used to this. I'm happy to do it because I can afford to have fun, and I'm not trying, even though it's hard...""... be, nothing... enough to worry about, nothing..."Beatrice looked a little rotten."... Naia, 'cause if Tess is okay with it... there's nothing I can't do... well, the sex itself isn't that... I don't hate it..."I said, "Come on, let me in.""Hey, buddy... not that far."Panicking Beatrice.Tess looks out to peek in from the side, whispering flirtatiously."You can't be halfway there, can you? "You know, Tetes...""Even Mr. Selene will be angry." Look, this place is bishy. ""I'm not getting on. I mean, there's no such thing as you, and you shouldn't be, like redesigning your life to the point where you feel good once or twice.""Well... but as a matter of reality, your husband is an excellent place to work permanently.""Just sit down. More to the point, I'm not getting laid tonight.""Ugh... hi, that's terrible"Stand by naked. That won't cut into boulders.Tess stepped back amazingly."So what are we going to do, Lord Owner? If you don't want me to force you, you can rest like this.""I guess I'd better... if I did it now, I'd really pass out..."Even if I skip my daughter acting or something, Beatrice is a pretty good celebrity, so I have trouble toothpicking.Even if you're going to be nice, if you knock it off, it can get bumpy.but."So, it's okay... it's okay, so...""... why did you get so far""Because... uh..."Beatrice turned away shy, keeping her drooling ass and groin pointed."... something was better than before...""Well... at first, you don't even know what a jerk is.""Yeah.... and then something... I'm gonna say to you, I'm a little... excited, maybe I did" Parent-child relationships and family relationships are rare in Karlwin.The part about people being born by sex is just not enough to question. Fathers and mothers are not so much the wrong words either.But that doesn't mean someone to rely on, someone to follow. As soon as a child is born, it is only natural that he or she should be taken and raised in a village care facility, and he or she should not be allowed to have any special relationship after he or she has been raised.That's because of the wisdom of the land pattern where the emergency of carnivore frequently occurs... No, because of King Jeddah's evil taste in trying to be so.Anyway, you shouldn't have the same feelings for the Karlwinians as you think for the word dad.Yet I was excited to call it that while being offended... What does that mean?"Beatrice......""I somehow know what kind of role you're going to play over here when you're like a dad... and you're also like a mom. I also know that one day, when I have a baby... I'm not going to leave it to the childminder, I'm going to grow it the way I do it outside, that's all." "So... when I thought you were the one, I thought... I came pretty tight, and being offended by it... maybe it's terrible, but something's awesome..."Beatrice turns her gaze just a little bit.The gaze was certainly close to intoxication, making you feel expectant and tranced."I mean... if you... okay...""No, it's not good at all, generally"Why don't you just look at me as a parent and get normally excited? I'm only in my 20s. No, if it's Carlwin, is there...?I'm getting less and less sure."... so just a little more... go on. Made of dick like me... I'll even be made a kid again with that dick of yours... Anyway, that... I'll be conquered by a terrible dick, a dream...""... ho. This one's pretty good too." "Beatrice, who talks somewhere inadvertently, and Lyla, who gently shakes her manko and appeals from beneath her sarmen-ridden groin.... Can Beatrice project everything on one man for the lack of a contemptible image of something called a father?I hear that a man also has the type to project multiple things, such as a mother, lover and daughter, on one woman.I should say that my preference or giving my father and lover an image of everything to someone I can forgive anyway may be possible because I didn't come to terms with a real parent.For once, I seem to know that's just an image play... so I'll stop pursuing any further."Okay...... bye Beatrice. And Lyla."I'm never willing to let the two of you hug each other and show me the groin hole."I'll offend you both together""..................""Ho ho. Compared to one another. My partner's baby bag or my beloved daughter's baby bag... who loves his dick better?""... Dad... play with my uterus again, dick..."Each of them stirs me up with a voice full of expectations.Beatrice's hips let you imagine the earlier masterpiece in the aftertaste, albeit immature and linear, with a lump of lila that keeps you limp.While I was stirred up by those temptations, I tried so hard... I decided to start offending Lyla, poke her a few times and then stick her into Beatrice, and when Beatrice rang reasonably well, hit Lyla's uterine mouth... and change her hole to offend me."Phew... oh, yeah... yay, don't pull it out yet...""Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.""Eh... both of you, you womb... and you're so motivated...""So... because... my dad's semen, he's already been drunk, and he's making me care...""My... heck... Did my baby bag ever fail... "Gyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.The foaming love liquid splashes with heat.I crave semen and chase it to my penis so that my two hips compete.The two continue to devote their lower bodies to me as if they were truly parents and children, sometimes jealous, sometimes showing off, sometimes merciful, holding each other's bodies together.I taste the two vaginas alternately... indulge in the pleasures of different colors and eventually get driven by the next ejaculatory desire to get lost and decide between the two vaginas."... Let's go, Lyla...! "Ho... you can always spill bees... eh""Yah... I want it again too...! "I just gave it to you... Huh! "But I want it... again, to me..."Glad Beatrice is desperately waving her ass and appealing, I set my aim on Lila's vagina for the last spart.Two bodies rock in my grind.We both dance because we want semen in our wombs.I see the Elf Sweet Night illusion there.Taste a night of illusions into sluts, along with beautiful whores and daughters who let the whores have them.An enthusiastic woman's appetite, which can be described as a man's fantasy itself, is intertwined and hits herself.Imagination and reality. The two luxuries that unite prompt me to ejaculate unrealistically."Whoa, whoa, whoa...!! Plenty, he also spit it out in Lyla's vagina. It overflows with duplicity.Then, slowly penetrate and unplug the semen that has not been out, about a few degrees as if using Beatrice's vagina to wipe it off."Oh, my cock... it's like they're after Zamen...""Ho... good, my daughter"Sweaty Beatrice and Lyla who still can afford it. The two white nudes slowly exfoliate and amicably tarnish the groin with cloudiness.... Though I don't have to think about trying harder."Not yet... there are others, Father."Irina and Sharon turn their asses over here and invite them.Yeah. Not yet.cont 'd
