Chapter 670: To the site of vice 3 [Aurora Beatrice]
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Aurora took off her clothes without hesitation when she said she was in front of Lady's men, or the general public of the resident Sitar.
Beginning with a superior belt for a sword, a summer sleeveless blouse, a slightly shorter skirt, and boots.
He will look in his underwear, with a slightly upbeat glossy look, shaking his gaze lightly on me and Angelos, as well as Irina, the impromptu look of a young man or middle-aged beast man in the front, a shallow black, tanned orga, etc., before removing his bra as he deserves and paying for his hair.
Less abundant, yet elegantly swollen white breasts illuminate the sunset in the light of the bonfire.
And then I get the guys gaze, somewhere I try to narrow my eyes, with a slight grin... I also take off my pants and try to pose provocatively as I hang them in my fingers and hang them in front of my chest to show off.
"This street. Only the female slave collar carving the name of dragon rider Andy Smythson is a testament to this. I promised my Lord Andy all kinds of slutty behavior for the rest of my life. I've always wanted to argue it aloud."
The amazing thing about Aurora is that she doesn't hate doing this alone, or rather, she has the nerve to let everyone try it ahead of her.
But I wonder if we need to do that.
No, it's not a procedural necessity, maybe. You really wanted to try, didn't you?
A situation where you admit to being a female slave to yourself, but in the end you're just waiting for my sex in order. You wanted to try another step from there. As a woman, she is miserable and abnormal, irrevocably...... a step toward a paralyzing female slavery experience.
There are just no southern elves here either. White elves are caught, both male and female, and sold instantly... at least not until just a while ago, it's a dangerous city.
Here, only here...... if you don't dare name it from the title, even Aurora and Irina are only "elf women you just don't know".
Furthermore, there is no secret authority here called my dragon rider.
In other words, "there are few scratches on my public body, and there is unlikely to be any annoyance to the community of elves, plus no muscle to blame for flashy porn" … so this is a location that can keep the risks I usually care about to an unlimited extent.
Aurora behaves as a dignified female slave, and the other female slaves finally think that now is a "great chance" for me to (halfway through the fact that I was reading intentions) unstoppable.
He starts stripping after Aurora, skinning Irina exposed to little nudity, and the other female slaves take off their clothes as if they were being pushed by something, and start showing off their bodies wearing nothing but collars.
"Yes, if you ask me... this is how I wanted to do the female slavery-like thing too..."
"I'm not ashamed of this... but I'd rather be proud to be naked like a female slave if I were to prove that it's just for your husband..."
Angelos, who speaks of fallen wrongs with a reddish face, fennel who strips off her clothes trying to tell herself as she leans slightly.
"Heh heh. Finally, it feels like a full-scale slave debut."
"... because Andy's the only privilege I have, right?
Instead of being nervous, "I've been waiting," Mr. Hilda strips off with a light dance momentum. Luna says it in a tone that stabs the nail without anyone.
And Satisfied Lyla and Maia take off their clothes so that they can throw away without wearing them, hug me in the chair, and be supple.
And Emma, Naia, and Beatrice, who are relatively incomprehensible because of their newcomers, look at each other with the rest of the undressing, but take it off somewhat late from the anxiety that it will be left in the air to take it off after everyone has taken it off.
"... lend me your pendant."
"I need it, too."
"... you seem to be feeling well, Beatrice."
...... ahh. Damn, these guys don't have collars, so you cared about not leaving a collar, the last piece of equipment.
I guess I should have something for you early because it just seems like it feels different to be a substitute pendant too......
One last thing to stay is Mr. Gloria.
She's not a female slave, so there's really no reason to mix it up in context.
"Come on."
For some reason he was in a mood, rather sensing the air and bare ahead of others. If you want to see your body with your hands on one hip, look, a clean strip that is even kind of masculine.
I can see the negative effects of the prostitutes at the Cosmos headquarters who said they can't beat amateurs by taking them off.
…………
I wasn't sure if I'd call her anything and decided to just go through.
Well, if you're convinced that you're being held together, fine.
The important thing on this occasion is to release the ladies from the self-satisfaction of the female slaves due to the creation of an excellent place and all the virgins of the city who are about to be inadvertently dedicated to me.
And Irina sums it up as she loves and strokes the groin area of my pants, anticipating that the women, who have no color other than skin tone and leather tone, surrounded me to show off.
"The women here are all those who fell in love with Lord Smythson's unusual heroism and sexuality to the core. Even if they were ordered to open their crotches shallowly in front of their parents and force them to stick meat, they would gladly do so. When we were masters, the luxurious, each with a choice of abilities, faces and bodies. Being this slut for him is hard for a half-breed woman. It is against our pride to be interrupted by the right woman to receive this semen."
"Therefore, please, the women will pick you up... we are waiting in the order of service and cannot wait."
…………
Lady Swallow remains stunned at the women's sudden strip show and proclamation.
The orchestra I was coming with couldn't take my gaze off the women's limbs, and all of the half-naked virgins, who were a little more prepared to be sad than they were before, look at each other in confusion.
Yeah, you're having trouble reacting. Excuse me.
... but even with them, it doesn't seem like it can just be consolidated.
"Sure, I know you don't need someone to have sex with...... but isn't that why you're telling me to go home a little uninhabited for their readiness to be made like this"
"Oh, yeah. You're right, Oscar. That's it."
Mr Oscar, who was beside Lady Swallow, seemed to have taken into account the decency of the ladies, and the girls.
No matter how many benefactors, entertainment for a pop out man can make you throw away a virgin for any purpose. There is something out of line for those who make or make that decision, and after all, it's okay to dissolve it, then we can't fit it... I can see the circumstances from how they are.
"If we don't let him dance, he won't have a face as the entertainer. Please, consider it."
"It's strange to ask for something like this, Holla, but this way too... because you're getting excited that there's going to be something I have to give back to Lyla who changed the city for me, right?
There is something strange about the lady, who usually has a cutaway atmosphere in some troublesome way, about saying it casually and quickly.
I ask Aurora on my knees, and Lyla who is sleepy, with my eyes, and receive the color of acknowledgement and open my mouth.
"Well then... let's ask in the direction of service and dancing. My female slaves seem to be jerking off already, and the liquor is going to get them to drink from the mouth of their female slaves"
"Oh, well, I'll make it so... not at all, it wasn't my previous impression, but it was a Yancha dragon rider."
The half-naked virgins go along with the orchestra's screaming exotic music and dance out without a scratch.
I'm sure it's a local festival dance or something around the former drug patient kid who just got back somewhat out of choreography as well.
The pace is never intense, and even if there are occasional bounces of piong, piong, there is no required movement of flexibility or speed.
Still, it could be something originally conceived as this kind of sexy dance around a strangely convincing luster in a mostly round whore smudged costume. Whatever it is, I whisper to Irina and Aurora.
"Irina. Take out your dick. Aurora, why don't we just put it in your dick?"
I heard. Irina takes off her belt while she nips and exposes my lower body. And Aurora says, she swallows her spit and looks back at me sideways.
"... is that good?
"That's what you guys started doing, isn't it? Because of this, let me be proud of you.... Either way, if those orchestras and ladies had truthfully received the virgins, they'd have been watching me until I did it. Just candle."
Calling for a bonfire (scabbard) and preparing a meal, he calls himself a nasty hostess and offers his almost naked daughter.
This would not have meant the "feast" to end soundly. If my daughters blunted their resolve and ran away, they would still have crushed their faces, and the ladies should have done it in front of me until I "ate" properly.
I mean, either way, with this "welcome," I was supposed to have sex in front of them.
Then I won't shy away. Let me have some sex with you.
"... ahhh... even in front of all the women, Andy seeded me more than once... and this is another thought of breaking the shell that starts in some strange lords..."
"I don't think I'll ever do that again."
He was still nervous and excited, and he sinks his penis in the back seat to Aurora while loving his red-dyed ears in the orange light of the bonfire.
Let her live, puffy vagina cum swallow her excited penis in an unexperienced situation.
The men who play the instrument stare at Aurora and I mating. Her unhidden nudity is now also offended by the gaze of the men.
And in the space between them and us, strange girls dance with their tits and butts round and shy, and also show interest in this starting sex.
I offend Aurora but send a nasty glance at the virgins' behavior.
The dancing girls can't take their eyes off the junction between me and Aurora.
And with the songs that make them dance, my hands will remember both the dancing girl and the Aurora, as well as the appearance of my proud beauties who refrain from around and wait in order, and will probably be remembered many times in the future and delayed by masturbation.
A state of excitement that keeps increasing with each other's presence in stock without ever touching each other.
Am I excited about the unusual sex with Aurora, or am I immersed in the luxury of using the female slave vagina while watching the humiliating virgins, or am I immersed in the inferior superiority of being able to pride myself on stripping out the superb female slaves, driving Aurora to ejaculation, letting her jump on her hips, without even knowing it.
Music that keeps playing. A dance that goes on while serving and sometimes taking turns.
Somewhere chattering and softly exotic Southern tones react just a little to the signs of our peak to create an atmosphere of restlessness somewhere.
And I'm given a mouth transfer of booze from a naked fennel, while ejaculating into Aurora's vagina, spilling it mostly down her throat with exhalation.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Aurora's superb voice echoes.
All the virgins blunt their movements in sight of the sperm they might possibly have received, and they cease to admire the amount of cloudiness that overflows their momentum.
Aurora, who happily opens her big crotch and shows it off, doesn't regret being my female slave anywhere.
This is the female. The essence of being self, and expressed in an utter and sweet exhalation of the whole body.
The men are blind to the blossoming of their elf daughter until spectacular.
"Me next... Me?
"Beatrice.... Totally, totally a whore female slave, you too"
"Just say what you want.... oh, I'll make you a toy"
"Ha. Then let's brag about toys."
"Eh... hey... ahhh!
I stand up with Beatrice in my arms, approaching the audience for a few steps, poking Beatrice up and showing off that bond.
Beatrice screams but doesn't try to get away from me. As always, the voice never rises from the orchestra or from the dancers, and the gaze continues to concentrate while the music and dance continue on the surface.
... Ya suck. This hobby is going to make you feel better.
◇ ◇ ◇
"... hey Bauz. Um... can I get some food and go into my room..."
"Let's do that. I'm not complaining."
(cont 'd)
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Aurora took off her clothes without hesitation when she said she was in front of Lady's men, or the general public of the resident Sitar.
Beginning with a superior belt for a sword, a summer sleeveless blouse, a slightly shorter skirt, and boots.
He will look in his underwear, with a slightly upbeat glossy look, shaking his gaze lightly on me and Angelos, as well as Irina, the impromptu look of a young man or middle-aged beast man in the front, a shallow black, tanned orga, etc., before removing his bra as he deserves and paying for his hair.
Less abundant, yet elegantly swollen white breasts illuminate the sunset in the light of the bonfire.
And then I get the guys gaze, somewhere I try to narrow my eyes, with a slight grin... I also take off my pants and try to pose provocatively as I hang them in my fingers and hang them in front of my chest to show off.
"This street. Only the female slave collar carving the name of dragon rider Andy Smythson is a testament to this. I promised my Lord Andy all kinds of slutty behavior for the rest of my life. I've always wanted to argue it aloud."
The amazing thing about Aurora is that she doesn't hate doing this alone, or rather, she has the nerve to let everyone try it ahead of her.
But I wonder if we need to do that.
No, it's not a procedural necessity, maybe. You really wanted to try, didn't you?
A situation where you admit to being a female slave to yourself, but in the end you're just waiting for my sex in order. You wanted to try another step from there. As a woman, she is miserable and abnormal, irrevocably...... a step toward a paralyzing female slavery experience.
There are just no southern elves here either. White elves are caught, both male and female, and sold instantly... at least not until just a while ago, it's a dangerous city.
Here, only here...... if you don't dare name it from the title, even Aurora and Irina are only "elf women you just don't know".
Furthermore, there is no secret authority here called my dragon rider.
In other words, "there are few scratches on my public body, and there is unlikely to be any annoyance to the community of elves, plus no muscle to blame for flashy porn" … so this is a location that can keep the risks I usually care about to an unlimited extent.
Aurora behaves as a dignified female slave, and the other female slaves finally think that now is a "great chance" for me to (halfway through the fact that I was reading intentions) unstoppable.
He starts stripping after Aurora, skinning Irina exposed to little nudity, and the other female slaves take off their clothes as if they were being pushed by something, and start showing off their bodies wearing nothing but collars.
"Yes, if you ask me... this is how I wanted to do the female slavery-like thing too..."
"I'm not ashamed of this... but I'd rather be proud to be naked like a female slave if I were to prove that it's just for your husband..."
Angelos, who speaks of fallen wrongs with a reddish face, fennel who strips off her clothes trying to tell herself as she leans slightly.
"Heh heh. Finally, it feels like a full-scale slave debut."
"... because Andy's the only privilege I have, right?
Instead of being nervous, "I've been waiting," Mr. Hilda strips off with a light dance momentum. Luna says it in a tone that stabs the nail without anyone.
And Satisfied Lyla and Maia take off their clothes so that they can throw away without wearing them, hug me in the chair, and be supple.
And Emma, Naia, and Beatrice, who are relatively incomprehensible because of their newcomers, look at each other with the rest of the undressing, but take it off somewhat late from the anxiety that it will be left in the air to take it off after everyone has taken it off.
"... lend me your pendant."
"I need it, too."
"... you seem to be feeling well, Beatrice."
...... ahh. Damn, these guys don't have collars, so you cared about not leaving a collar, the last piece of equipment.
I guess I should have something for you early because it just seems like it feels different to be a substitute pendant too......
One last thing to stay is Mr. Gloria.
She's not a female slave, so there's really no reason to mix it up in context.
"Come on."
For some reason he was in a mood, rather sensing the air and bare ahead of others. If you want to see your body with your hands on one hip, look, a clean strip that is even kind of masculine.
I can see the negative effects of the prostitutes at the Cosmos headquarters who said they can't beat amateurs by taking them off.
…………
I wasn't sure if I'd call her anything and decided to just go through.
Well, if you're convinced that you're being held together, fine.
The important thing on this occasion is to release the ladies from the self-satisfaction of the female slaves due to the creation of an excellent place and all the virgins of the city who are about to be inadvertently dedicated to me.
And Irina sums it up as she loves and strokes the groin area of my pants, anticipating that the women, who have no color other than skin tone and leather tone, surrounded me to show off.
"The women here are all those who fell in love with Lord Smythson's unusual heroism and sexuality to the core. Even if they were ordered to open their crotches shallowly in front of their parents and force them to stick meat, they would gladly do so. When we were masters, the luxurious, each with a choice of abilities, faces and bodies. Being this slut for him is hard for a half-breed woman. It is against our pride to be interrupted by the right woman to receive this semen."
"Therefore, please, the women will pick you up... we are waiting in the order of service and cannot wait."
…………
Lady Swallow remains stunned at the women's sudden strip show and proclamation.
The orchestra I was coming with couldn't take my gaze off the women's limbs, and all of the half-naked virgins, who were a little more prepared to be sad than they were before, look at each other in confusion.
Yeah, you're having trouble reacting. Excuse me.
... but even with them, it doesn't seem like it can just be consolidated.
"Sure, I know you don't need someone to have sex with...... but isn't that why you're telling me to go home a little uninhabited for their readiness to be made like this"
"Oh, yeah. You're right, Oscar. That's it."
Mr Oscar, who was beside Lady Swallow, seemed to have taken into account the decency of the ladies, and the girls.
No matter how many benefactors, entertainment for a pop out man can make you throw away a virgin for any purpose. There is something out of line for those who make or make that decision, and after all, it's okay to dissolve it, then we can't fit it... I can see the circumstances from how they are.
"If we don't let him dance, he won't have a face as the entertainer. Please, consider it."
"It's strange to ask for something like this, Holla, but this way too... because you're getting excited that there's going to be something I have to give back to Lyla who changed the city for me, right?
There is something strange about the lady, who usually has a cutaway atmosphere in some troublesome way, about saying it casually and quickly.
I ask Aurora on my knees, and Lyla who is sleepy, with my eyes, and receive the color of acknowledgement and open my mouth.
"Well then... let's ask in the direction of service and dancing. My female slaves seem to be jerking off already, and the liquor is going to get them to drink from the mouth of their female slaves"
"Oh, well, I'll make it so... not at all, it wasn't my previous impression, but it was a Yancha dragon rider."
The half-naked virgins go along with the orchestra's screaming exotic music and dance out without a scratch.
I'm sure it's a local festival dance or something around the former drug patient kid who just got back somewhat out of choreography as well.
The pace is never intense, and even if there are occasional bounces of piong, piong, there is no required movement of flexibility or speed.
Still, it could be something originally conceived as this kind of sexy dance around a strangely convincing luster in a mostly round whore smudged costume. Whatever it is, I whisper to Irina and Aurora.
"Irina. Take out your dick. Aurora, why don't we just put it in your dick?"
I heard. Irina takes off her belt while she nips and exposes my lower body. And Aurora says, she swallows her spit and looks back at me sideways.
"... is that good?
"That's what you guys started doing, isn't it? Because of this, let me be proud of you.... Either way, if those orchestras and ladies had truthfully received the virgins, they'd have been watching me until I did it. Just candle."
Calling for a bonfire (scabbard) and preparing a meal, he calls himself a nasty hostess and offers his almost naked daughter.
This would not have meant the "feast" to end soundly. If my daughters blunted their resolve and ran away, they would still have crushed their faces, and the ladies should have done it in front of me until I "ate" properly.
I mean, either way, with this "welcome," I was supposed to have sex in front of them.
Then I won't shy away. Let me have some sex with you.
"... ahhh... even in front of all the women, Andy seeded me more than once... and this is another thought of breaking the shell that starts in some strange lords..."
"I don't think I'll ever do that again."
He was still nervous and excited, and he sinks his penis in the back seat to Aurora while loving his red-dyed ears in the orange light of the bonfire.
Let her live, puffy vagina cum swallow her excited penis in an unexperienced situation.
The men who play the instrument stare at Aurora and I mating. Her unhidden nudity is now also offended by the gaze of the men.
And in the space between them and us, strange girls dance with their tits and butts round and shy, and also show interest in this starting sex.
I offend Aurora but send a nasty glance at the virgins' behavior.
The dancing girls can't take their eyes off the junction between me and Aurora.
And with the songs that make them dance, my hands will remember both the dancing girl and the Aurora, as well as the appearance of my proud beauties who refrain from around and wait in order, and will probably be remembered many times in the future and delayed by masturbation.
A state of excitement that keeps increasing with each other's presence in stock without ever touching each other.
Am I excited about the unusual sex with Aurora, or am I immersed in the luxury of using the female slave vagina while watching the humiliating virgins, or am I immersed in the inferior superiority of being able to pride myself on stripping out the superb female slaves, driving Aurora to ejaculation, letting her jump on her hips, without even knowing it.
Music that keeps playing. A dance that goes on while serving and sometimes taking turns.
Somewhere chattering and softly exotic Southern tones react just a little to the signs of our peak to create an atmosphere of restlessness somewhere.
And I'm given a mouth transfer of booze from a naked fennel, while ejaculating into Aurora's vagina, spilling it mostly down her throat with exhalation.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Aurora's superb voice echoes.
All the virgins blunt their movements in sight of the sperm they might possibly have received, and they cease to admire the amount of cloudiness that overflows their momentum.
Aurora, who happily opens her big crotch and shows it off, doesn't regret being my female slave anywhere.
This is the female. The essence of being self, and expressed in an utter and sweet exhalation of the whole body.
The men are blind to the blossoming of their elf daughter until spectacular.
"Me next... Me?
"Beatrice.... Totally, totally a whore female slave, you too"
"Just say what you want.... oh, I'll make you a toy"
"Ha. Then let's brag about toys."
"Eh... hey... ahhh!
I stand up with Beatrice in my arms, approaching the audience for a few steps, poking Beatrice up and showing off that bond.
Beatrice screams but doesn't try to get away from me. As always, the voice never rises from the orchestra or from the dancers, and the gaze continues to concentrate while the music and dance continue on the surface.
... Ya suck. This hobby is going to make you feel better.
◇ ◇ ◇
"... hey Bauz. Um... can I get some food and go into my room..."
"Let's do that. I'm not complaining."
(cont 'd)
Aurora took off her clothes without hesitation when she said she was in front of Lady's men, or the general public of the resident Sitar.Beginning with a superior belt for a sword, a summer sleeveless blouse, a slightly shorter skirt, and boots.He will look in his underwear, with a slightly upbeat glossy look, shaking his gaze lightly on me and Angelos, as well as Irina, the impromptu look of a young man or middle-aged beast man in the front, a shallow black, tanned orga, etc., before removing his bra as he deserves and paying for his hair.Less abundant, yet elegantly swollen white breasts illuminate the sunset in the light of the bonfire.And then I get the guys gaze, somewhere I try to narrow my eyes, with a slight grin... I also take off my pants and try to pose provocatively as I hang them in my fingers and hang them in front of my chest to show off."This street. Only the female slave collar carving the name of dragon rider Andy Smythson is a testament to this. I promised my Lord Andy all kinds of slutty behavior for the rest of my life. I've always wanted to argue it aloud."The amazing thing about Aurora is that she doesn't hate doing this alone, or rather, she has the nerve to let everyone try it ahead of her.But I wonder if we need to do that.No, it's not a procedural necessity, maybe. You really wanted to try, didn't you?A situation where you admit to being a female slave to yourself, but in the end you're just waiting for my sex in order. You wanted to try another step from there. As a woman, she is miserable and abnormal, irrevocably...... a step toward a paralyzing female slavery experience.There are just no southern elves here either. White elves are caught, both male and female, and sold instantly... at least not until just a while ago, it's a dangerous city.Here, only here...... if you don't dare name it from the title, even Aurora and Irina are only "elf women you just don't know".Furthermore, there is no secret authority here called my dragon rider.In other words, "there are few scratches on my public body, and there is unlikely to be any annoyance to the community of elves, plus no muscle to blame for flashy porn" so this is a location that can keep the risks I usually care about to an unlimited extent.Aurora behaves as a dignified female slave, and the other female slaves finally think that now is a "great chance" for me to halfway through the fact that I was reading intentions unstoppable.He starts stripping after Aurora, skinning Irina exposed to little nudity, and the other female slaves take off their clothes as if they were being pushed by something, and start showing off their bodies wearing nothing but collars."Yes, if you ask me... this is how I wanted to do the female slavery-like thing too...""I'm not ashamed of this... but I'd rather be proud to be naked like a female slave if I were to prove that it's just for your husband..."Angelos, who speaks of fallen wrongs with a reddish face, fennel who strips off her clothes trying to tell herself as she leans slightly."Heh heh. Finally, it feels like a full-scale slave debut.""... because Andy's the only privilege I have, right? Instead of being nervous, "I've been waiting," Mr. Hilda strips off with a light dance momentum. Luna says it in a tone that stabs the nail without anyone.And Satisfied Lyla and Maia take off their clothes so that they can throw away without wearing them, hug me in the chair, and be supple.And Emma, Naia, and Beatrice, who are relatively incomprehensible because of their newcomers, look at each other with the rest of the undressing, but take it off somewhat late from the anxiety that it will be left in the air to take it off after everyone has taken it off."... lend me your pendant.""I need it, too.""... you seem to be feeling well, Beatrice."...... ahh. Damn, these guys don't have collars, so you cared about not leaving a collar, the last piece of equipment.I guess I should have something for you early because it just seems like it feels different to be a substitute pendant too......One last thing to stay is Mr. Gloria.She's not a female slave, so there's really no reason to mix it up in context."Come on."For some reason he was in a mood, rather sensing the air and bare ahead of others. If you want to see your body with your hands on one hip, look, a clean strip that is even kind of masculine.I can see the negative effects of the prostitutes at the Cosmos headquarters who said they can't beat amateurs by taking them off. I wasn't sure if I'd call her anything and decided to just go through.Well, if you're convinced that you're being held together, fine.The important thing on this occasion is to release the ladies from the self-satisfaction of the female slaves due to the creation of an excellent place and all the virgins of the city who are about to be inadvertently dedicated to me.And Irina sums it up as she loves and strokes the groin area of my pants, anticipating that the women, who have no color other than skin tone and leather tone, surrounded me to show off."The women here are all those who fell in love with Lord Smythson's unusual heroism and sexuality to the core. Even if they were ordered to open their crotches shallowly in front of their parents and force them to stick meat, they would gladly do so. When we were masters, the luxurious, each with a choice of abilities, faces and bodies. Being this slut for him is hard for a half-breed woman. It is against our pride to be interrupted by the right woman to receive this semen.""Therefore, please, the women will pick you up... we are waiting in the order of service and cannot wait." Lady Swallow remains stunned at the women's sudden strip show and proclamation.The orchestra I was coming with couldn't take my gaze off the women's limbs, and all of the half-naked virgins, who were a little more prepared to be sad than they were before, look at each other in confusion.Yeah, you're having trouble reacting. Excuse me.... but even with them, it doesn't seem like it can just be consolidated."Sure, I know you don't need someone to have sex with...... but isn't that why you're telling me to go home a little uninhabited for their readiness to be made like this""Oh, yeah. You're right, Oscar. That's it."Mr Oscar, who was beside Lady Swallow, seemed to have taken into account the decency of the ladies, and the girls.No matter how many benefactors, entertainment for a pop out man can make you throw away a virgin for any purpose. There is something out of line for those who make or make that decision, and after all, it's okay to dissolve it, then we can't fit it... I can see the circumstances from how they are."If we don't let him dance, he won't have a face as the entertainer. Please, consider it.""It's strange to ask for something like this, Holla, but this way too... because you're getting excited that there's going to be something I have to give back to Lyla who changed the city for me, right? There is something strange about the lady, who usually has a cutaway atmosphere in some troublesome way, about saying it casually and quickly.I ask Aurora on my knees, and Lyla who is sleepy, with my eyes, and receive the color of acknowledgement and open my mouth."Well then... let's ask in the direction of service and dancing. My female slaves seem to be jerking off already, and the liquor is going to get them to drink from the mouth of their female slaves""Oh, well, I'll make it so... not at all, it wasn't my previous impression, but it was a Yancha dragon rider."The half-naked virgins go along with the orchestra's screaming exotic music and dance out without a scratch.I'm sure it's a local festival dance or something around the former drug patient kid who just got back somewhat out of choreography as well.The pace is never intense, and even if there are occasional bounces of piong, piong, there is no required movement of flexibility or speed.Still, it could be something originally conceived as this kind of sexy dance around a strangely convincing luster in a mostly round whore smudged costume. Whatever it is, I whisper to Irina and Aurora."Irina. Take out your dick. Aurora, why don't we just put it in your dick?"I heard. Irina takes off her belt while she nips and exposes my lower body. And Aurora says, she swallows her spit and looks back at me sideways."... is that good? "That's what you guys started doing, isn't it? Because of this, let me be proud of you.... Either way, if those orchestras and ladies had truthfully received the virgins, they'd have been watching me until I did it. Just candle."Calling for a bonfire scabbard and preparing a meal, he calls himself a nasty hostess and offers his almost naked daughter.This would not have meant the "feast" to end soundly. If my daughters blunted their resolve and ran away, they would still have crushed their faces, and the ladies should have done it in front of me until I "ate" properly.I mean, either way, with this "welcome," I was supposed to have sex in front of them.Then I won't shy away. Let me have some sex with you."... ahhh... even in front of all the women, Andy seeded me more than once... and this is another thought of breaking the shell that starts in some strange lords...""I don't think I'll ever do that again."He was still nervous and excited, and he sinks his penis in the back seat to Aurora while loving his red-dyed ears in the orange light of the bonfire.Let her live, puffy vagina cum swallow her excited penis in an unexperienced situation.The men who play the instrument stare at Aurora and I mating. Her unhidden nudity is now also offended by the gaze of the men.And in the space between them and us, strange girls dance with their tits and butts round and shy, and also show interest in this starting sex.I offend Aurora but send a nasty glance at the virgins' behavior.The dancing girls can't take their eyes off the junction between me and Aurora.And with the songs that make them dance, my hands will remember both the dancing girl and the Aurora, as well as the appearance of my proud beauties who refrain from around and wait in order, and will probably be remembered many times in the future and delayed by masturbation.A state of excitement that keeps increasing with each other's presence in stock without ever touching each other.Am I excited about the unusual sex with Aurora, or am I immersed in the luxury of using the female slave vagina while watching the humiliating virgins, or am I immersed in the inferior superiority of being able to pride myself on stripping out the superb female slaves, driving Aurora to ejaculation, letting her jump on her hips, without even knowing it.Music that keeps playing. A dance that goes on while serving and sometimes taking turns.Somewhere chattering and softly exotic Southern tones react just a little to the signs of our peak to create an atmosphere of restlessness somewhere.And I'm given a mouth transfer of booze from a naked fennel, while ejaculating into Aurora's vagina, spilling it mostly down her throat with exhalation."Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."Aurora's superb voice echoes.All the virgins blunt their movements in sight of the sperm they might possibly have received, and they cease to admire the amount of cloudiness that overflows their momentum.Aurora, who happily opens her big crotch and shows it off, doesn't regret being my female slave anywhere.This is the female. The essence of being self, and expressed in an utter and sweet exhalation of the whole body.The men are blind to the blossoming of their elf daughter until spectacular."Me next... Me? "Beatrice.... Totally, totally a whore female slave, you too""Just say what you want.... oh, I'll make you a toy""Ha. Then let's brag about toys.""Eh... hey... ahhh! I stand up with Beatrice in my arms, approaching the audience for a few steps, poking Beatrice up and showing off that bond.Beatrice screams but doesn't try to get away from me. As always, the voice never rises from the orchestra or from the dancers, and the gaze continues to concentrate while the music and dance continue on the surface.... Ya suck. This hobby is going to make you feel better. "... hey Bauz. Um... can I get some food and go into my room...""Let's do that. I'm not complaining."cont 'd
