Chapter 738: Biggest Collar Awards Ceremony Ever 5 [Naia]
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Nudity of beauties of various races, various gazes.
Something to view as a "first person" ceremony as if it were natural. Something I can't contain my desire for as soon as I can. Or something that you intend to be ready for but still can't keep up with the anomalies in the field, and you can't forbid some amazement at the "it" being done.
While I feel the subtle temperature difference on my skin, I still wave my hips with a mat laid in the middle of the new tavern toward the act of "vowing in" the "commemoration of being a female slave.
"Ha... Ha..."
"Mm... ah, ha... ♪ Ahh... ahh... ahh... ahh..."
In the middle of bright magical lighting illumination, in an unprotected position like a flipped frog.
Sweating, exposing holes, letting dozens of people hear the sound of their own love fluid making between their genitals and genitals.
Still, Naia Grance looked adorable and happy.
Its secretion was nastyly conditioned and a testament to her mind that she expected from a slut.
A testament to my heartfelt joy and love for my destiny to dedicate the rest of my life to the meat bars of only one man and to be exhausted in my carnal desire.
In the midst of even having a lot of strangers to each other, I was first exposed to my slutty sexual roots like that, and still.
"What... why, geez... it's like I'm really reborn right now... it's like I'm being forgiven, I'm feeling..."
"I'm forgiven... I'm reborn, you are... just be honest with your female instincts, life... because you're going to spend the rest of your life...!
"... yes... ♪ what do I do... really, really happy... ♪"
Sound the damp beats between your lower body softly.
Naia is immersed in her happiness and even proud of it as she shows her most shameful figure around.
I put it in my hands to shake my breasts and rub them at random, even if they don't look good on my little flesh.
However, I immerse myself in the ritual of celebrating and confirming my instincts for the pleasure stripped out, my irreversible decadence as a female.
"... me... really... your... obsessed with your dick... okay, hey... ♪ I love it, I love it... with you gentle, warm, dependable... you can just think about it... it's okay... ♪"
"... that's okay...!
some self sacrificing...... some sexual experience with her who also had some disgusting self-immolation.
Naia offered herself as if it were a deal, and as a living testament, because she believed in never visiting herself to be happy as a woman in the course of her quest for Carlwin.
No matter how dense and flashy the sex is, it's like watching far away, not me, who's the other person... as if she'd assumed from the beginning that one day she'd take it to the underworld as a visiting moment of ruin, a slight memory of happiness.
That finally feels like pleasure and happiness have caught up as a real feeling now that living as a female slave has become a reality.
In sex like you threw yourself out to make memories, you end up mixing impurities in your feelings.
That, no matter how well you hide it, can be passed on over here.
It has arrived but it hasn't arrived, it has a hug but it doesn't sound like each other. Sex with her, where such discomfort was really attached, thus now finally meshes.
My skin has layered many times that it has been since the end of that Karlwin incident. Naia hasn't rejected me since, and I was convinced she'd become a female slave.
But it wasn't. She really wanted to be declared mine. I can see that now.
The girl, who has lived with an overly heavy fate and continues to cry at the bottom of her worn heart, was not happy with that alone, no matter how liberated she was.
I could only touch it softly with admiration...... I wanted to be dragged into happiness that I couldn't be afraid to step in on my own more than that and be declared never to let go again.
I might have kept you waiting too long.
But.
"You are my female slave... no matter how sketchy you get... no matter what anyone tells you, you are already my only porn meat potty...!!
"Eh..."
Regret is a waste of time.
Draining such a wasted moment, I give priority to savoring her flesh as it desires.
Fill her genitals with semen, occupy her uterus with seeds, and concentrate on giving her the happiness she ever really wanted, one second sooner and longer.
Arrogance or whatever. I specialize in giving that kind of happiness.
"Yikes, Naia...... you're not a brave man anymore, you're a female slave Naia...... I love sex, you slut Naia!
Even this word, which seemed silly to me as I said it, is only a very serious word of blessing on this occasion today.
So Naia swallowed pleasantly, with the face that she had something to say that made her really happy.
"Yes... your husband, sama..."
Feelings connect.
I feel the feeling of love, the thirst to want, the desire to give, the fullness of being given echo one another.
And as it is, I will complete "Inside the Vow".
Dobrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, dobrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr......!
"Ngu... Huh, ahhh..."
Excessive ejection of semen so as to wash the vagina with a nasty overflowing love fluid.
Naia gives herself up with trembling all over her body in a cloudy run overflowing with my willingness to conceive.
... I didn't see anything around me from the way in.
And that's why.
"Wow... looks good..."
"You look so, so happy..."
It seemed to be an ideal "ritual" for the female slaves watching around or waiting for their turn.
The uneven gaze at the temperature made me feel uniformly heat up.
Beatrice was the next person I called after a long kiss with Naia stretched out her hands and legs in a satisfactory manner.
She looks a little dissatisfied with Emma and Lleda. You may have thought it was chronological when you proclaimed female slavery, but that's not what I'm saying. Sorry.
"Er... how do you do what?
Beatrice didn't seem to really feel it.
Maybe I don't really know the value of these ceremonial things either. My perception of things is distorted by what would have happened if I had been a brave man in that valley.
But even though she's bare, she puts her hands on both hips without color or snagging, and waits for instructions, something like this... I guess she's a child.
I guess we've just gotten used to the usual atmosphere of round-ups on this occasion, but the viewing side simply makes me think of what a toddler does before your child wakes up to sexual consciousness that only understands the extent to which they are penetrating each other or not.
For that reason, while I feel a little guilty again, I can't help but come so far and whisper fine.
Whatever it is, I set this child up to be a female slave myself. We have to take full responsibility.
"On your knees. Because I'm gonna put a collar on you."
"... yeah"
Beatrice to snort honestly and do as I say.
Long dark hair, thanks to its continued entry into the Spirit Springs, or its visibly glossy appearance.
My body still has room for development, but it also has a much more feminine curve than when I was in Carlwyn, making it beautiful.
Exactly. You won't be a nice buddy comparable to Selene or Mr. Deane from now on, but if you step in a little and walk through the King's Capital, the Napa men will never leave you alone even as they are now.
I also had the impression that by the time I was abandoning the woman as a brave man, she was just busy, but now that I got a clean feeling throughout and the contours of a fractured malnourished mood have disappeared, I feel that she is accenting her appearance in good shape.
Unlike elves, where spiritual springs also remove the harm caused by such environmental unhealth, and where growth stops almost exactly at the age of 18, Beatrice is still a human being, so there is still potential for growth.
I have the pleasure of dyeing it, and if I think there is room for it to become more attractive, even though it will be Yuki, this child can also be considered a very good property.
To a girl like that, I'll softly fit her collar in.
The color is blue. This child is also a pregnancy hopeful group, but she ends up preferring this one because of her interest in sex itself. Well, I'm a human being, and if I'm not hesitant to offend freely, I'm just going to get pregnant.
"You are officially my female slave from now on. You know, but I wouldn't really shy away if I thought I was my own slave. I don't care about your convenience, I'm gonna stick my dick in it, so be prepared."
"... fine"
"You look unhappy."
"Something paler than Naia...... more like this, no dialogue like coming to the womb"
"... wait a minute"
Might be a little cluttered compared to Naia earlier, if you ask me.
No, I know you have an opinion that it's okay to be cluttered because you treat me like a slave, but I'm going to have to face it seriously, especially except for my Mazo daughter, who hopes that.
"... uh"
…………
"... sooner or later I'll make you my mother. So you be my dick-only toy. Every night from now on, all the time."
"... yeah"
Now he's convinced. The feeling of clutter I heard beside would be similar, but it's still not a general theory, was it a good idea to clearly imagine the days ahead with Beatrice?
"Put it in your vows, okay?
"... fine,"
Beatrice is honestly pushed down by Matt, just like Naia, with her illuminated, deluded and angry face.
Big titted daughters like Naia are fine, but so are the vivid, proportionally poor kids. That's fine.
Watch Naia still soak up the aftertaste as she enjoys the contrast with chills.
The semen still makes punchy noises in the groin.
Public reproduction by swearing the future of two brave Karlwyn, slutty slaves.
He seemed to apply muddy semen to his tragic history, excited with just a few emotions.
(cont 'd)
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Nudity of beauties of various races, various gazes.
Something to view as a "first person" ceremony as if it were natural. Something I can't contain my desire for as soon as I can. Or something that you intend to be ready for but still can't keep up with the anomalies in the field, and you can't forbid some amazement at the "it" being done.
While I feel the subtle temperature difference on my skin, I still wave my hips with a mat laid in the middle of the new tavern toward the act of "vowing in" the "commemoration of being a female slave.
"Ha... Ha..."
"Mm... ah, ha... ♪ Ahh... ahh... ahh... ahh..."
In the middle of bright magical lighting illumination, in an unprotected position like a flipped frog.
Sweating, exposing holes, letting dozens of people hear the sound of their own love fluid making between their genitals and genitals.
Still, Naia Grance looked adorable and happy.
Its secretion was nastyly conditioned and a testament to her mind that she expected from a slut.
A testament to my heartfelt joy and love for my destiny to dedicate the rest of my life to the meat bars of only one man and to be exhausted in my carnal desire.
In the midst of even having a lot of strangers to each other, I was first exposed to my slutty sexual roots like that, and still.
"What... why, geez... it's like I'm really reborn right now... it's like I'm being forgiven, I'm feeling..."
"I'm forgiven... I'm reborn, you are... just be honest with your female instincts, life... because you're going to spend the rest of your life...!
"... yes... ♪ what do I do... really, really happy... ♪"
Sound the damp beats between your lower body softly.
Naia is immersed in her happiness and even proud of it as she shows her most shameful figure around.
I put it in my hands to shake my breasts and rub them at random, even if they don't look good on my little flesh.
However, I immerse myself in the ritual of celebrating and confirming my instincts for the pleasure stripped out, my irreversible decadence as a female.
"... me... really... your... obsessed with your dick... okay, hey... ♪ I love it, I love it... with you gentle, warm, dependable... you can just think about it... it's okay... ♪"
"... that's okay...!
some self sacrificing...... some sexual experience with her who also had some disgusting self-immolation.
Naia offered herself as if it were a deal, and as a living testament, because she believed in never visiting herself to be happy as a woman in the course of her quest for Carlwin.
No matter how dense and flashy the sex is, it's like watching far away, not me, who's the other person... as if she'd assumed from the beginning that one day she'd take it to the underworld as a visiting moment of ruin, a slight memory of happiness.
That finally feels like pleasure and happiness have caught up as a real feeling now that living as a female slave has become a reality.
In sex like you threw yourself out to make memories, you end up mixing impurities in your feelings.
That, no matter how well you hide it, can be passed on over here.
It has arrived but it hasn't arrived, it has a hug but it doesn't sound like each other. Sex with her, where such discomfort was really attached, thus now finally meshes.
My skin has layered many times that it has been since the end of that Karlwin incident. Naia hasn't rejected me since, and I was convinced she'd become a female slave.
But it wasn't. She really wanted to be declared mine. I can see that now.
The girl, who has lived with an overly heavy fate and continues to cry at the bottom of her worn heart, was not happy with that alone, no matter how liberated she was.
I could only touch it softly with admiration...... I wanted to be dragged into happiness that I couldn't be afraid to step in on my own more than that and be declared never to let go again.
I might have kept you waiting too long.
But.
"You are my female slave... no matter how sketchy you get... no matter what anyone tells you, you are already my only porn meat potty...!!
"Eh..."
Regret is a waste of time.
Draining such a wasted moment, I give priority to savoring her flesh as it desires.
Fill her genitals with semen, occupy her uterus with seeds, and concentrate on giving her the happiness she ever really wanted, one second sooner and longer.
Arrogance or whatever. I specialize in giving that kind of happiness.
"Yikes, Naia...... you're not a brave man anymore, you're a female slave Naia...... I love sex, you slut Naia!
Even this word, which seemed silly to me as I said it, is only a very serious word of blessing on this occasion today.
So Naia swallowed pleasantly, with the face that she had something to say that made her really happy.
"Yes... your husband, sama..."
Feelings connect.
I feel the feeling of love, the thirst to want, the desire to give, the fullness of being given echo one another.
And as it is, I will complete "Inside the Vow".
Dobrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, dobrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr......!
"Ngu... Huh, ahhh..."
Excessive ejection of semen so as to wash the vagina with a nasty overflowing love fluid.
Naia gives herself up with trembling all over her body in a cloudy run overflowing with my willingness to conceive.
... I didn't see anything around me from the way in.
And that's why.
"Wow... looks good..."
"You look so, so happy..."
It seemed to be an ideal "ritual" for the female slaves watching around or waiting for their turn.
The uneven gaze at the temperature made me feel uniformly heat up.
Beatrice was the next person I called after a long kiss with Naia stretched out her hands and legs in a satisfactory manner.
She looks a little dissatisfied with Emma and Lleda. You may have thought it was chronological when you proclaimed female slavery, but that's not what I'm saying. Sorry.
"Er... how do you do what?
Beatrice didn't seem to really feel it.
Maybe I don't really know the value of these ceremonial things either. My perception of things is distorted by what would have happened if I had been a brave man in that valley.
But even though she's bare, she puts her hands on both hips without color or snagging, and waits for instructions, something like this... I guess she's a child.
I guess we've just gotten used to the usual atmosphere of round-ups on this occasion, but the viewing side simply makes me think of what a toddler does before your child wakes up to sexual consciousness that only understands the extent to which they are penetrating each other or not.
For that reason, while I feel a little guilty again, I can't help but come so far and whisper fine.
Whatever it is, I set this child up to be a female slave myself. We have to take full responsibility.
"On your knees. Because I'm gonna put a collar on you."
"... yeah"
Beatrice to snort honestly and do as I say.
Long dark hair, thanks to its continued entry into the Spirit Springs, or its visibly glossy appearance.
My body still has room for development, but it also has a much more feminine curve than when I was in Carlwyn, making it beautiful.
Exactly. You won't be a nice buddy comparable to Selene or Mr. Deane from now on, but if you step in a little and walk through the King's Capital, the Napa men will never leave you alone even as they are now.
I also had the impression that by the time I was abandoning the woman as a brave man, she was just busy, but now that I got a clean feeling throughout and the contours of a fractured malnourished mood have disappeared, I feel that she is accenting her appearance in good shape.
Unlike elves, where spiritual springs also remove the harm caused by such environmental unhealth, and where growth stops almost exactly at the age of 18, Beatrice is still a human being, so there is still potential for growth.
I have the pleasure of dyeing it, and if I think there is room for it to become more attractive, even though it will be Yuki, this child can also be considered a very good property.
To a girl like that, I'll softly fit her collar in.
The color is blue. This child is also a pregnancy hopeful group, but she ends up preferring this one because of her interest in sex itself. Well, I'm a human being, and if I'm not hesitant to offend freely, I'm just going to get pregnant.
"You are officially my female slave from now on. You know, but I wouldn't really shy away if I thought I was my own slave. I don't care about your convenience, I'm gonna stick my dick in it, so be prepared."
"... fine"
"You look unhappy."
"Something paler than Naia...... more like this, no dialogue like coming to the womb"
"... wait a minute"
Might be a little cluttered compared to Naia earlier, if you ask me.
No, I know you have an opinion that it's okay to be cluttered because you treat me like a slave, but I'm going to have to face it seriously, especially except for my Mazo daughter, who hopes that.
"... uh"
…………
"... sooner or later I'll make you my mother. So you be my dick-only toy. Every night from now on, all the time."
"... yeah"
Now he's convinced. The feeling of clutter I heard beside would be similar, but it's still not a general theory, was it a good idea to clearly imagine the days ahead with Beatrice?
"Put it in your vows, okay?
"... fine,"
Beatrice is honestly pushed down by Matt, just like Naia, with her illuminated, deluded and angry face.
Big titted daughters like Naia are fine, but so are the vivid, proportionally poor kids. That's fine.
Watch Naia still soak up the aftertaste as she enjoys the contrast with chills.
The semen still makes punchy noises in the groin.
Public reproduction by swearing the future of two brave Karlwyn, slutty slaves.
He seemed to apply muddy semen to his tragic history, excited with just a few emotions.
(cont 'd)
Nudity of beauties of various races, various gazes.Something to view as a "first person" ceremony as if it were natural. Something I can't contain my desire for as soon as I can. Or something that you intend to be ready for but still can't keep up with the anomalies in the field, and you can't forbid some amazement at the "it" being done.While I feel the subtle temperature difference on my skin, I still wave my hips with a mat laid in the middle of the new tavern toward the act of "vowing in" the "commemoration of being a female slave."Ha... Ha...""Mm... ah, ha... Ahh... ahh... ahh... ahh..."In the middle of bright magical lighting illumination, in an unprotected position like a flipped frog.Sweating, exposing holes, letting dozens of people hear the sound of their own love fluid making between their genitals and genitals.Still, Naia Grance looked adorable and happy.Its secretion was nastyly conditioned and a testament to her mind that she expected from a slut.A testament to my heartfelt joy and love for my destiny to dedicate the rest of my life to the meat bars of only one man and to be exhausted in my carnal desire.In the midst of even having a lot of strangers to each other, I was first exposed to my slutty sexual roots like that, and still."What... why, geez... it's like I'm really reborn right now... it's like I'm being forgiven, I'm feeling...""I'm forgiven... I'm reborn, you are... just be honest with your female instincts, life... because you're going to spend the rest of your life...! "... yes... what do I do... really, really happy... "Sound the damp beats between your lower body softly.Naia is immersed in her happiness and even proud of it as she shows her most shameful figure around.I put it in my hands to shake my breasts and rub them at random, even if they don't look good on my little flesh.However, I immerse myself in the ritual of celebrating and confirming my instincts for the pleasure stripped out, my irreversible decadence as a female."... me... really... your... obsessed with your dick... okay, hey... I love it, I love it... with you gentle, warm, dependable... you can just think about it... it's okay... ""... that's okay...! some self sacrificing...... some sexual experience with her who also had some disgusting self-immolation.Naia offered herself as if it were a deal, and as a living testament, because she believed in never visiting herself to be happy as a woman in the course of her quest for Carlwin.No matter how dense and flashy the sex is, it's like watching far away, not me, who's the other person... as if she'd assumed from the beginning that one day she'd take it to the underworld as a visiting moment of ruin, a slight memory of happiness.That finally feels like pleasure and happiness have caught up as a real feeling now that living as a female slave has become a reality.In sex like you threw yourself out to make memories, you end up mixing impurities in your feelings.That, no matter how well you hide it, can be passed on over here.It has arrived but it hasn't arrived, it has a hug but it doesn't sound like each other. Sex with her, where such discomfort was really attached, thus now finally meshes.My skin has layered many times that it has been since the end of that Karlwin incident. Naia hasn't rejected me since, and I was convinced she'd become a female slave.But it wasn't. She really wanted to be declared mine. I can see that now.The girl, who has lived with an overly heavy fate and continues to cry at the bottom of her worn heart, was not happy with that alone, no matter how liberated she was.I could only touch it softly with admiration...... I wanted to be dragged into happiness that I couldn't be afraid to step in on my own more than that and be declared never to let go again.I might have kept you waiting too long.But."You are my female slave... no matter how sketchy you get... no matter what anyone tells you, you are already my only porn meat potty...!! "Eh..."Regret is a waste of time.Draining such a wasted moment, I give priority to savoring her flesh as it desires.Fill her genitals with semen, occupy her uterus with seeds, and concentrate on giving her the happiness she ever really wanted, one second sooner and longer.Arrogance or whatever. I specialize in giving that kind of happiness."Yikes, Naia...... you're not a brave man anymore, you're a female slave Naia...... I love sex, you slut Naia! Even this word, which seemed silly to me as I said it, is only a very serious word of blessing on this occasion today.So Naia swallowed pleasantly, with the face that she had something to say that made her really happy."Yes... your husband, sama..."Feelings connect.I feel the feeling of love, the thirst to want, the desire to give, the fullness of being given echo one another.And as it is, I will complete "Inside the Vow".Dobrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, dobrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr......!"Ngu... Huh, ahhh..."Excessive ejection of semen so as to wash the vagina with a nasty overflowing love fluid.Naia gives herself up with trembling all over her body in a cloudy run overflowing with my willingness to conceive.... I didn't see anything around me from the way in.And that's why."Wow... looks good...""You look so, so happy..."It seemed to be an ideal "ritual" for the female slaves watching around or waiting for their turn.The uneven gaze at the temperature made me feel uniformly heat up.Beatrice was the next person I called after a long kiss with Naia stretched out her hands and legs in a satisfactory manner.She looks a little dissatisfied with Emma and Lleda. You may have thought it was chronological when you proclaimed female slavery, but that's not what I'm saying. Sorry."Er... how do you do what? Beatrice didn't seem to really feel it.Maybe I don't really know the value of these ceremonial things either. My perception of things is distorted by what would have happened if I had been a brave man in that valley.But even though she's bare, she puts her hands on both hips without color or snagging, and waits for instructions, something like this... I guess she's a child.I guess we've just gotten used to the usual atmosphere of round-ups on this occasion, but the viewing side simply makes me think of what a toddler does before your child wakes up to sexual consciousness that only understands the extent to which they are penetrating each other or not.For that reason, while I feel a little guilty again, I can't help but come so far and whisper fine.Whatever it is, I set this child up to be a female slave myself. We have to take full responsibility."On your knees. Because I'm gonna put a collar on you.""... yeah"Beatrice to snort honestly and do as I say.Long dark hair, thanks to its continued entry into the Spirit Springs, or its visibly glossy appearance.My body still has room for development, but it also has a much more feminine curve than when I was in Carlwyn, making it beautiful.Exactly. You won't be a nice buddy comparable to Selene or Mr. Deane from now on, but if you step in a little and walk through the King's Capital, the Napa men will never leave you alone even as they are now.I also had the impression that by the time I was abandoning the woman as a brave man, she was just busy, but now that I got a clean feeling throughout and the contours of a fractured malnourished mood have disappeared, I feel that she is accenting her appearance in good shape.Unlike elves, where spiritual springs also remove the harm caused by such environmental unhealth, and where growth stops almost exactly at the age of 18, Beatrice is still a human being, so there is still potential for growth.I have the pleasure of dyeing it, and if I think there is room for it to become more attractive, even though it will be Yuki, this child can also be considered a very good property.To a girl like that, I'll softly fit her collar in.The color is blue. This child is also a pregnancy hopeful group, but she ends up preferring this one because of her interest in sex itself. Well, I'm a human being, and if I'm not hesitant to offend freely, I'm just going to get pregnant."You are officially my female slave from now on. You know, but I wouldn't really shy away if I thought I was my own slave. I don't care about your convenience, I'm gonna stick my dick in it, so be prepared.""... fine""You look unhappy.""Something paler than Naia...... more like this, no dialogue like coming to the womb""... wait a minute"Might be a little cluttered compared to Naia earlier, if you ask me.No, I know you have an opinion that it's okay to be cluttered because you treat me like a slave, but I'm going to have to face it seriously, especially except for my Mazo daughter, who hopes that."... uh" "... sooner or later I'll make you my mother. So you be my dick-only toy. Every night from now on, all the time.""... yeah"Now he's convinced. The feeling of clutter I heard beside would be similar, but it's still not a general theory, was it a good idea to clearly imagine the days ahead with Beatrice?"Put it in your vows, okay? "... fine,"Beatrice is honestly pushed down by Matt, just like Naia, with her illuminated, deluded and angry face.Big titted daughters like Naia are fine, but so are the vivid, proportionally poor kids. That's fine.Watch Naia still soak up the aftertaste as she enjoys the contrast with chills.The semen still makes punchy noises in the groin.Public reproduction by swearing the future of two brave Karlwyn, slutty slaves.He seemed to apply muddy semen to his tragic history, excited with just a few emotions.cont 'd
