Chapter 739: Biggest Collar Awards Ceremony Ever 6 [Beatrice Galatia]
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Beatrice feels no humiliation or weight in the collar.
Around there is no difference from the cats. I can feel good if I put it on, then I don't have the option of not putting it on...... so.
15 years old. Still to come, both as a person and as a woman.
Now I'm going to carefully solve the misunderstandings and teach you common sense, so that you can judge something called happiness again... and that's what might really be right.
It could be a felony to deceive a talented girl who showed up at the head even in a world where everything is scarce and tie her up in such a country with a sex-picked situation.
But I can't stand to let someone else hold the girl I got once, even if I get scolded for being a villain.
This girl had sex with me. I smiled, hoping to keep doing it.
When that happens, I won't be able to escape my desire for ownership or dominance.
I'm not a saint or a hero or anything, I'm just a greedy, sketchy de pervert.
Yep, while I'm aware again, I try to pour my samen into Beatrice again, wearing a brand new collar, and make her hold it in her womb.
Not unless you're aware of it properly. If I had blamed her for this unusual situation, Beatrice would surely be so hurt that she couldn't stand up when her enthusiasm was about to cool down.
If that day comes or doesn't come, I shouldn't stay back.
Renewing my consciousness, I lean over the brave girl with dark hair and wave my back toward "Inside the Oath".
"Beatrice... my... my... dick only brave man... eh!
"Become... what the... ♪ That's what I'm taking now... ♪"
"I'm making sure because I'm glad I got it, you slut...!
As if by implication, ascertain the facts.
Confirm that she no longer considers the humiliating name humiliating.
Like Naia, the title of brave man, unlike the fate he was carrying, embrace the little flesh.
Taste her vagina as just a female hole, and squeeze.
This is her newly chosen destiny.
I believed in a man named me and I got it, wrong happiness.
As dozens of women watch hot, I chant and greed it to Beatrice and myself to tame it.
I'm not running anymore. I won't let you get away with it.
Dyed with pleasure, he retightens his shaking readiness with his collar as he peeks into Beatrice's shaky and sumptuous eyes.
I'm sure this "inside oath" is only as light as it is now for Beatrice, rather it's my oath.
I don't throw out a girl who admires me and opens up to my crotch.
I won't let go of "another future" anymore with good things to say.
The time has passed when you can choose such an option, and now it's nothing more than betrayal. I admonish myself to that, that's the ritual.
Make her pregnant.
I'll have my baby. Let's admit that's no longer the obvious woman.
"Beatrice...... Huh! I'm gonna make you my mom... I'm gonna make you have a baby with me...!
"Ugh... do... to my mom, do... ♪ If you will, how much is your dick, love... I'll give you, from... ♪"
We take the escape, we swear to each other.
Me and Beatrice... many female slaves and neighboring Naia watch over us. Here, we find out the future.
"Whoa... whoa...!
"Phew... ahhh... ahhh"
A large amount of semen reaches the immature vagina.
In the womb of a girl with tight black hair, she taps into it with no escape.
I felt my body tremble with a strong, tight body, and I tasted it all in my vagina without the pleasure of running up.
"... Ha, ha... Ha, ha... Hey, Dad"
"... your husband, huh?
"... either way, but hold it as tight as you want it?
…………
"Work out more. I want you to hug me as painfully as you can..."
... Even such a thin body is still a brave man, it seems to me.
No, am I too hefty?
And don't abuse being a dad too much. If they misinterpret you to the point of polka, you die. No, I don't think anyone misunderstands. Come on.
Take a breath and drink spiritual spring water. When I woke up, I let myself be distracted and Jeanne brought it to me.
I usually moisten my throat with a glass of pottery jock from a tavern where I keep all the booze in, and take the next collar.
Looks like I'm some kind of fistfighter or something.
"Next... Galatia. You."
"... ugh, yeah"
Of all the 16 people out there, it's a hard question of who to go from.
But I'm deciding who to leave behind. Leila, Corti, and Shario are in a special position.
Shario is the last so you can refuse without going on the stream. It's pathetic to say you refused, but you have to stay forever.
And counting backwards from there, Emma and Lleda want to put it around before that. The dragon will make you yawn if you don't call it one stream.
Also, dragging the lady out without the warmth of the field is harsh. I want to leave it to the exuberance and go all at once. Mr. Gloria and Mr. Cosmos would like a group together for that, and this would be better in the second half than at the beginning again.
... and if you deduct the daughter you want to put in the second half, you can narrow it down to those who choose from a daughter who has no reason to do so.
Galatia was precisely that, and resistance to situations like the test of bravery also became a judgment material.
Pirate daughter, Galatia Lardo.
Though I spent some time in the Spirit Springs at the polka, my lion daughter is still dazzled by her sunburn cold, healthy skin and gorgeous blonde hair.
Originally the proportions weren't bad. He seems to be a martial arts addict, with a moderately muscular upper body around his shoulders and a sluggish impression of thighs worthy of being healthy and beautiful. The breasts are not big or small, but they are well shaped, and their ease makes me imagine realistic comfort in a hug.
Some extremely big breasted daughters and smaller daughters, but not extreme bodies. That's good stuff. The world won't be all sweet or spicy.
"... uh... kneel (kneeling), right?
You embarrassed me again, Galatia, who somehow tries to hide her chest and groin while realizing haha and reaching for her temperament, goopers and deludes her. I guess you thought you could blame me for not being ready for that now.
It's not like I want you to throw away your shame. If I accept it, I'll offend you anyway.
"Let me see more of your body before I do."
A ceramic jock, with one hand, delights with a giddy view of the naked girl's body entering the middle of the hedge. The contents of the jock are spiritual spring water, though.
If you let Bikun jump the wet penis that is still in the love fluid and semen, she will see it and look ashamed or surprised.
The brushed tail shakes anxiously.
I think it would be uncomfortable to draw attention to this number of people. Even I'm a little frightened.
Galatia stands out for her pubic hair because she is an animal man while she has a lot of elf system. I guess I'd rather hide it than talk about you, I kind of guess with my finger movement.
If there are a lot of kids who haven't grown up, I guess it makes me feel like it's rude, or sloppy, to be letting it grow up unproductively...
Maybe if only one elf interacts with a human, on the contrary, he feels ashamed to be like a child that he hasn't grown. It's just a delusion though.
Enjoy so much of her subtle time of shame.
"... All right, kneel. Collar, I'll put it on you."
"Oh, thanks..."
Blue collar on galatia. A toy slave's testimony.
Which would be better if it were a yellow pregnant slave, because she's not in a hurry to get pregnant.
The Beast Man is a racially compatible person, so in some cases he will still be pregnant soon.
"You're also a pleasure slave dedicated to my dick. Just to make my dick feel better, I'm gonna make you spend the rest of your life."
"... ugh, yeah"
Galatia looked up upwards, shaking herself more, and sipping.
"... I mean, every day... you dick, you just have to be framed, right? I'm the one who licks it."
Jiri, and Galatia licking my belly lightly.
It feels a lot milder than a cat's, but its tongue is rough.
"... so... uh... it's more like a purpose to make yourself feel better than for your dick"
"Either way."
"... okay?
Galatia to inquire about as a mistress.
Even though I want to be a slave, my service will be delayed by my own pleasure. Apparently Galatia cares about the cut there.
Miscellaneous relationships may be of concern that way because we grew up with pirate operations where the slave trade is close to us.
"I'm very welcome for my own female slave to be a slut against me. Be more and more porn for yourself."
"... eh. Let it go... I might get pretty sketchy."
"It's a little hard to pull off at the point where Mr. Cosmos and Mr. Hilda are"
The female slaves (mainly the dark elf group familiar with Mr. Hilda's) laugh at the couscous.
If you look at Chirali, Mr. Hilda does a little shanky trick, and Mr. Cosmos says, "Can I say that? I mean it, don't I?" Licking his fingers as he sends a provocative gaze.
I'm a little scared of the rest, but thanks to those fierce guys, you stopped working on your esthetic cat.
"Most importantly, it's enough to open a ceremony like this to make everyone take a sketchy vow. Don't think of me as your husband there, country girl."
"... to you super-drugged country man"
"Sort of."
Smile at each other's origins.
Yeah, La Pearl isn't very urban either, but Polka is just super de country.
"Then we sound like countrymen to each other...... let's get plenty messed up. They say sex is the most fun in the country."
"... yeah. I didn't know... I realized I was so sketchy when I was taught."
From kissing, pushing down again.
If we get tangled up and huddle our bodies together, we won't be worried about the sight of the other women any time soon.
So will Galatia. Young kids can only be seen in front of them when they're obsessed.
... and Galatia sticks her butt up as she lays it on me.
"... in the back, I want you to... see, I'm an animal man"
There's no reason why you have to be a buck because you're an animal man.
However, as an excuse to be exasperated and interact like a beast, the beast man often says such rhetoric.
I want you to keep having an affair. I want you to be as fierce as a real beast. Hide that wish below.
...... yeah. Erotic scroll knowledge, by the way. It is uncertain whether there is actually such a culture as to say that to the vast majority of beastmen.
But Mr. Cosmos would know. Right. Next time you get a chance, you may want to pillow talk the answer match for your erotic scroll knowledge.
... How dare you, I assemble myself from behind in a quadruple crawling galatia, spreading its tight, tight buttocks so hard that I burst your manko out into magical light.
"Then it's an oath, Doskebe"
"... Fine, Doskebe"
Praise and love each other as they curse each other.
And I'm totally like a full moon. I'm going into this.
My penis, which has already given two shots to Selene, one to Naia and Beatrice, still chooses Galatia's vagina without losing any hardness at all.
"Mm-hmm... ♪"
The galatia rings sweet and backwards.
Much more flexible back than a normal human race, showing beautiful curves.
I enjoy and entertain the feeling of Galatian vagina as it spreads late and enjoys the long hair coloring the curves in my eyes.
Even this girl isn't really easy to take into my circle of carnal desire, though she's a future and talented daughter.
Now that we're ready in Beatrice, we can enjoy purely mutual sexual resonance.
My moving hips gouge me to devour more pleasure than I move.
With the seal of collar, you can now express your desire without hesitation, or I will ride everywhere to Galatia, who is no longer just pursuing the pleasure of echoing in the womb.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna keep you... ringing like this, because I'm gonna...!
"... yeah, let it ring... whenever, however much, I'll pull it out for you... I'll drink it in my womb and give it to you..."
"Oh, Ike, Galatia...!
"... come, come... eh ahh..."
Ejaculate violently and explosively after intense hips meetings that become intense and unstoppable with each other.
Once again it does not control the pleasure of penetrating the cerebral cord and lower body, spraying plenty behind the Galatian meat cylinder.
"Ah, ah... aha..."
If you wave your hips in momentum, each time you make a buzzing, buzzing, nasty noise from the vaginal clearance, flooding with semen.
Galatia trembled as she was impressed, weakened and stuck to the mat with her hips poked up.
(cont 'd)
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Beatrice feels no humiliation or weight in the collar.
Around there is no difference from the cats. I can feel good if I put it on, then I don't have the option of not putting it on...... so.
15 years old. Still to come, both as a person and as a woman.
Now I'm going to carefully solve the misunderstandings and teach you common sense, so that you can judge something called happiness again... and that's what might really be right.
It could be a felony to deceive a talented girl who showed up at the head even in a world where everything is scarce and tie her up in such a country with a sex-picked situation.
But I can't stand to let someone else hold the girl I got once, even if I get scolded for being a villain.
This girl had sex with me. I smiled, hoping to keep doing it.
When that happens, I won't be able to escape my desire for ownership or dominance.
I'm not a saint or a hero or anything, I'm just a greedy, sketchy de pervert.
Yep, while I'm aware again, I try to pour my samen into Beatrice again, wearing a brand new collar, and make her hold it in her womb.
Not unless you're aware of it properly. If I had blamed her for this unusual situation, Beatrice would surely be so hurt that she couldn't stand up when her enthusiasm was about to cool down.
If that day comes or doesn't come, I shouldn't stay back.
Renewing my consciousness, I lean over the brave girl with dark hair and wave my back toward "Inside the Oath".
"Beatrice... my... my... dick only brave man... eh!
"Become... what the... ♪ That's what I'm taking now... ♪"
"I'm making sure because I'm glad I got it, you slut...!
As if by implication, ascertain the facts.
Confirm that she no longer considers the humiliating name humiliating.
Like Naia, the title of brave man, unlike the fate he was carrying, embrace the little flesh.
Taste her vagina as just a female hole, and squeeze.
This is her newly chosen destiny.
I believed in a man named me and I got it, wrong happiness.
As dozens of women watch hot, I chant and greed it to Beatrice and myself to tame it.
I'm not running anymore. I won't let you get away with it.
Dyed with pleasure, he retightens his shaking readiness with his collar as he peeks into Beatrice's shaky and sumptuous eyes.
I'm sure this "inside oath" is only as light as it is now for Beatrice, rather it's my oath.
I don't throw out a girl who admires me and opens up to my crotch.
I won't let go of "another future" anymore with good things to say.
The time has passed when you can choose such an option, and now it's nothing more than betrayal. I admonish myself to that, that's the ritual.
Make her pregnant.
I'll have my baby. Let's admit that's no longer the obvious woman.
"Beatrice...... Huh! I'm gonna make you my mom... I'm gonna make you have a baby with me...!
"Ugh... do... to my mom, do... ♪ If you will, how much is your dick, love... I'll give you, from... ♪"
We take the escape, we swear to each other.
Me and Beatrice... many female slaves and neighboring Naia watch over us. Here, we find out the future.
"Whoa... whoa...!
"Phew... ahhh... ahhh"
A large amount of semen reaches the immature vagina.
In the womb of a girl with tight black hair, she taps into it with no escape.
I felt my body tremble with a strong, tight body, and I tasted it all in my vagina without the pleasure of running up.
"... Ha, ha... Ha, ha... Hey, Dad"
"... your husband, huh?
"... either way, but hold it as tight as you want it?
…………
"Work out more. I want you to hug me as painfully as you can..."
... Even such a thin body is still a brave man, it seems to me.
No, am I too hefty?
And don't abuse being a dad too much. If they misinterpret you to the point of polka, you die. No, I don't think anyone misunderstands. Come on.
Take a breath and drink spiritual spring water. When I woke up, I let myself be distracted and Jeanne brought it to me.
I usually moisten my throat with a glass of pottery jock from a tavern where I keep all the booze in, and take the next collar.
Looks like I'm some kind of fistfighter or something.
"Next... Galatia. You."
"... ugh, yeah"
Of all the 16 people out there, it's a hard question of who to go from.
But I'm deciding who to leave behind. Leila, Corti, and Shario are in a special position.
Shario is the last so you can refuse without going on the stream. It's pathetic to say you refused, but you have to stay forever.
And counting backwards from there, Emma and Lleda want to put it around before that. The dragon will make you yawn if you don't call it one stream.
Also, dragging the lady out without the warmth of the field is harsh. I want to leave it to the exuberance and go all at once. Mr. Gloria and Mr. Cosmos would like a group together for that, and this would be better in the second half than at the beginning again.
... and if you deduct the daughter you want to put in the second half, you can narrow it down to those who choose from a daughter who has no reason to do so.
Galatia was precisely that, and resistance to situations like the test of bravery also became a judgment material.
Pirate daughter, Galatia Lardo.
Though I spent some time in the Spirit Springs at the polka, my lion daughter is still dazzled by her sunburn cold, healthy skin and gorgeous blonde hair.
Originally the proportions weren't bad. He seems to be a martial arts addict, with a moderately muscular upper body around his shoulders and a sluggish impression of thighs worthy of being healthy and beautiful. The breasts are not big or small, but they are well shaped, and their ease makes me imagine realistic comfort in a hug.
Some extremely big breasted daughters and smaller daughters, but not extreme bodies. That's good stuff. The world won't be all sweet or spicy.
"... uh... kneel (kneeling), right?
You embarrassed me again, Galatia, who somehow tries to hide her chest and groin while realizing haha and reaching for her temperament, goopers and deludes her. I guess you thought you could blame me for not being ready for that now.
It's not like I want you to throw away your shame. If I accept it, I'll offend you anyway.
"Let me see more of your body before I do."
A ceramic jock, with one hand, delights with a giddy view of the naked girl's body entering the middle of the hedge. The contents of the jock are spiritual spring water, though.
If you let Bikun jump the wet penis that is still in the love fluid and semen, she will see it and look ashamed or surprised.
The brushed tail shakes anxiously.
I think it would be uncomfortable to draw attention to this number of people. Even I'm a little frightened.
Galatia stands out for her pubic hair because she is an animal man while she has a lot of elf system. I guess I'd rather hide it than talk about you, I kind of guess with my finger movement.
If there are a lot of kids who haven't grown up, I guess it makes me feel like it's rude, or sloppy, to be letting it grow up unproductively...
Maybe if only one elf interacts with a human, on the contrary, he feels ashamed to be like a child that he hasn't grown. It's just a delusion though.
Enjoy so much of her subtle time of shame.
"... All right, kneel. Collar, I'll put it on you."
"Oh, thanks..."
Blue collar on galatia. A toy slave's testimony.
Which would be better if it were a yellow pregnant slave, because she's not in a hurry to get pregnant.
The Beast Man is a racially compatible person, so in some cases he will still be pregnant soon.
"You're also a pleasure slave dedicated to my dick. Just to make my dick feel better, I'm gonna make you spend the rest of your life."
"... ugh, yeah"
Galatia looked up upwards, shaking herself more, and sipping.
"... I mean, every day... you dick, you just have to be framed, right? I'm the one who licks it."
Jiri, and Galatia licking my belly lightly.
It feels a lot milder than a cat's, but its tongue is rough.
"... so... uh... it's more like a purpose to make yourself feel better than for your dick"
"Either way."
"... okay?
Galatia to inquire about as a mistress.
Even though I want to be a slave, my service will be delayed by my own pleasure. Apparently Galatia cares about the cut there.
Miscellaneous relationships may be of concern that way because we grew up with pirate operations where the slave trade is close to us.
"I'm very welcome for my own female slave to be a slut against me. Be more and more porn for yourself."
"... eh. Let it go... I might get pretty sketchy."
"It's a little hard to pull off at the point where Mr. Cosmos and Mr. Hilda are"
The female slaves (mainly the dark elf group familiar with Mr. Hilda's) laugh at the couscous.
If you look at Chirali, Mr. Hilda does a little shanky trick, and Mr. Cosmos says, "Can I say that? I mean it, don't I?" Licking his fingers as he sends a provocative gaze.
I'm a little scared of the rest, but thanks to those fierce guys, you stopped working on your esthetic cat.
"Most importantly, it's enough to open a ceremony like this to make everyone take a sketchy vow. Don't think of me as your husband there, country girl."
"... to you super-drugged country man"
"Sort of."
Smile at each other's origins.
Yeah, La Pearl isn't very urban either, but Polka is just super de country.
"Then we sound like countrymen to each other...... let's get plenty messed up. They say sex is the most fun in the country."
"... yeah. I didn't know... I realized I was so sketchy when I was taught."
From kissing, pushing down again.
If we get tangled up and huddle our bodies together, we won't be worried about the sight of the other women any time soon.
So will Galatia. Young kids can only be seen in front of them when they're obsessed.
... and Galatia sticks her butt up as she lays it on me.
"... in the back, I want you to... see, I'm an animal man"
There's no reason why you have to be a buck because you're an animal man.
However, as an excuse to be exasperated and interact like a beast, the beast man often says such rhetoric.
I want you to keep having an affair. I want you to be as fierce as a real beast. Hide that wish below.
...... yeah. Erotic scroll knowledge, by the way. It is uncertain whether there is actually such a culture as to say that to the vast majority of beastmen.
But Mr. Cosmos would know. Right. Next time you get a chance, you may want to pillow talk the answer match for your erotic scroll knowledge.
... How dare you, I assemble myself from behind in a quadruple crawling galatia, spreading its tight, tight buttocks so hard that I burst your manko out into magical light.
"Then it's an oath, Doskebe"
"... Fine, Doskebe"
Praise and love each other as they curse each other.
And I'm totally like a full moon. I'm going into this.
My penis, which has already given two shots to Selene, one to Naia and Beatrice, still chooses Galatia's vagina without losing any hardness at all.
"Mm-hmm... ♪"
The galatia rings sweet and backwards.
Much more flexible back than a normal human race, showing beautiful curves.
I enjoy and entertain the feeling of Galatian vagina as it spreads late and enjoys the long hair coloring the curves in my eyes.
Even this girl isn't really easy to take into my circle of carnal desire, though she's a future and talented daughter.
Now that we're ready in Beatrice, we can enjoy purely mutual sexual resonance.
My moving hips gouge me to devour more pleasure than I move.
With the seal of collar, you can now express your desire without hesitation, or I will ride everywhere to Galatia, who is no longer just pursuing the pleasure of echoing in the womb.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna keep you... ringing like this, because I'm gonna...!
"... yeah, let it ring... whenever, however much, I'll pull it out for you... I'll drink it in my womb and give it to you..."
"Oh, Ike, Galatia...!
"... come, come... eh ahh..."
Ejaculate violently and explosively after intense hips meetings that become intense and unstoppable with each other.
Once again it does not control the pleasure of penetrating the cerebral cord and lower body, spraying plenty behind the Galatian meat cylinder.
"Ah, ah... aha..."
If you wave your hips in momentum, each time you make a buzzing, buzzing, nasty noise from the vaginal clearance, flooding with semen.
Galatia trembled as she was impressed, weakened and stuck to the mat with her hips poked up.
(cont 'd)
Beatrice feels no humiliation or weight in the collar.Around there is no difference from the cats. I can feel good if I put it on, then I don't have the option of not putting it on...... so.15 years old. Still to come, both as a person and as a woman.Now I'm going to carefully solve the misunderstandings and teach you common sense, so that you can judge something called happiness again... and that's what might really be right.It could be a felony to deceive a talented girl who showed up at the head even in a world where everything is scarce and tie her up in such a country with a sex-picked situation.But I can't stand to let someone else hold the girl I got once, even if I get scolded for being a villain.This girl had sex with me. I smiled, hoping to keep doing it.When that happens, I won't be able to escape my desire for ownership or dominance.I'm not a saint or a hero or anything, I'm just a greedy, sketchy de pervert.Yep, while I'm aware again, I try to pour my samen into Beatrice again, wearing a brand new collar, and make her hold it in her womb.Not unless you're aware of it properly. If I had blamed her for this unusual situation, Beatrice would surely be so hurt that she couldn't stand up when her enthusiasm was about to cool down.If that day comes or doesn't come, I shouldn't stay back.Renewing my consciousness, I lean over the brave girl with dark hair and wave my back toward "Inside the Oath"."Beatrice... my... my... dick only brave man... eh! "Become... what the... That's what I'm taking now... ""I'm making sure because I'm glad I got it, you slut...! As if by implication, ascertain the facts.Confirm that she no longer considers the humiliating name humiliating.Like Naia, the title of brave man, unlike the fate he was carrying, embrace the little flesh.Taste her vagina as just a female hole, and squeeze.This is her newly chosen destiny.I believed in a man named me and I got it, wrong happiness.As dozens of women watch hot, I chant and greed it to Beatrice and myself to tame it.I'm not running anymore. I won't let you get away with it.Dyed with pleasure, he retightens his shaking readiness with his collar as he peeks into Beatrice's shaky and sumptuous eyes.I'm sure this "inside oath" is only as light as it is now for Beatrice, rather it's my oath.I don't throw out a girl who admires me and opens up to my crotch.I won't let go of "another future" anymore with good things to say.The time has passed when you can choose such an option, and now it's nothing more than betrayal. I admonish myself to that, that's the ritual.Make her pregnant.I'll have my baby. Let's admit that's no longer the obvious woman."Beatrice...... Huh! I'm gonna make you my mom... I'm gonna make you have a baby with me...! "Ugh... do... to my mom, do... If you will, how much is your dick, love... I'll give you, from... "We take the escape, we swear to each other.Me and Beatrice... many female slaves and neighboring Naia watch over us. Here, we find out the future."Whoa... whoa...! "Phew... ahhh... ahhh"A large amount of semen reaches the immature vagina.In the womb of a girl with tight black hair, she taps into it with no escape.I felt my body tremble with a strong, tight body, and I tasted it all in my vagina without the pleasure of running up."... Ha, ha... Ha, ha... Hey, Dad""... your husband, huh? "... either way, but hold it as tight as you want it? "Work out more. I want you to hug me as painfully as you can..."... Even such a thin body is still a brave man, it seems to me.No, am I too hefty?And don't abuse being a dad too much. If they misinterpret you to the point of polka, you die. No, I don't think anyone misunderstands. Come on.Take a breath and drink spiritual spring water. When I woke up, I let myself be distracted and Jeanne brought it to me.I usually moisten my throat with a glass of pottery jock from a tavern where I keep all the booze in, and take the next collar.Looks like I'm some kind of fistfighter or something."Next... Galatia. You.""... ugh, yeah"Of all the 16 people out there, it's a hard question of who to go from.But I'm deciding who to leave behind. Leila, Corti, and Shario are in a special position.Shario is the last so you can refuse without going on the stream. It's pathetic to say you refused, but you have to stay forever.And counting backwards from there, Emma and Lleda want to put it around before that. The dragon will make you yawn if you don't call it one stream.Also, dragging the lady out without the warmth of the field is harsh. I want to leave it to the exuberance and go all at once. Mr. Gloria and Mr. Cosmos would like a group together for that, and this would be better in the second half than at the beginning again.... and if you deduct the daughter you want to put in the second half, you can narrow it down to those who choose from a daughter who has no reason to do so.Galatia was precisely that, and resistance to situations like the test of bravery also became a judgment material.Pirate daughter, Galatia Lardo.Though I spent some time in the Spirit Springs at the polka, my lion daughter is still dazzled by her sunburn cold, healthy skin and gorgeous blonde hair.Originally the proportions weren't bad. He seems to be a martial arts addict, with a moderately muscular upper body around his shoulders and a sluggish impression of thighs worthy of being healthy and beautiful. The breasts are not big or small, but they are well shaped, and their ease makes me imagine realistic comfort in a hug.Some extremely big breasted daughters and smaller daughters, but not extreme bodies. That's good stuff. The world won't be all sweet or spicy."... uh... kneel kneeling, right? You embarrassed me again, Galatia, who somehow tries to hide her chest and groin while realizing haha and reaching for her temperament, goopers and deludes her. I guess you thought you could blame me for not being ready for that now.It's not like I want you to throw away your shame. If I accept it, I'll offend you anyway."Let me see more of your body before I do."A ceramic jock, with one hand, delights with a giddy view of the naked girl's body entering the middle of the hedge. The contents of the jock are spiritual spring water, though.If you let Bikun jump the wet penis that is still in the love fluid and semen, she will see it and look ashamed or surprised.The brushed tail shakes anxiously.I think it would be uncomfortable to draw attention to this number of people. Even I'm a little frightened.Galatia stands out for her pubic hair because she is an animal man while she has a lot of elf system. I guess I'd rather hide it than talk about you, I kind of guess with my finger movement.If there are a lot of kids who haven't grown up, I guess it makes me feel like it's rude, or sloppy, to be letting it grow up unproductively...Maybe if only one elf interacts with a human, on the contrary, he feels ashamed to be like a child that he hasn't grown. It's just a delusion though.Enjoy so much of her subtle time of shame."... All right, kneel. Collar, I'll put it on you.""Oh, thanks..."Blue collar on galatia. A toy slave's testimony.Which would be better if it were a yellow pregnant slave, because she's not in a hurry to get pregnant.The Beast Man is a racially compatible person, so in some cases he will still be pregnant soon."You're also a pleasure slave dedicated to my dick. Just to make my dick feel better, I'm gonna make you spend the rest of your life.""... ugh, yeah"Galatia looked up upwards, shaking herself more, and sipping."... I mean, every day... you dick, you just have to be framed, right? I'm the one who licks it."Jiri, and Galatia licking my belly lightly.It feels a lot milder than a cat's, but its tongue is rough."... so... uh... it's more like a purpose to make yourself feel better than for your dick""Either way.""... okay? Galatia to inquire about as a mistress.Even though I want to be a slave, my service will be delayed by my own pleasure. Apparently Galatia cares about the cut there.Miscellaneous relationships may be of concern that way because we grew up with pirate operations where the slave trade is close to us."I'm very welcome for my own female slave to be a slut against me. Be more and more porn for yourself.""... eh. Let it go... I might get pretty sketchy.""It's a little hard to pull off at the point where Mr. Cosmos and Mr. Hilda are"The female slaves mainly the dark elf group familiar with Mr. Hilda's laugh at the couscous.If you look at Chirali, Mr. Hilda does a little shanky trick, and Mr. Cosmos says, "Can I say that? I mean it, don't I?" Licking his fingers as he sends a provocative gaze.I'm a little scared of the rest, but thanks to those fierce guys, you stopped working on your esthetic cat."Most importantly, it's enough to open a ceremony like this to make everyone take a sketchy vow. Don't think of me as your husband there, country girl.""... to you super-drugged country man""Sort of."Smile at each other's origins.Yeah, La Pearl isn't very urban either, but Polka is just super de country."Then we sound like countrymen to each other...... let's get plenty messed up. They say sex is the most fun in the country.""... yeah. I didn't know... I realized I was so sketchy when I was taught."From kissing, pushing down again.If we get tangled up and huddle our bodies together, we won't be worried about the sight of the other women any time soon.So will Galatia. Young kids can only be seen in front of them when they're obsessed.... and Galatia sticks her butt up as she lays it on me."... in the back, I want you to... see, I'm an animal man"There's no reason why you have to be a buck because you're an animal man.However, as an excuse to be exasperated and interact like a beast, the beast man often says such rhetoric.I want you to keep having an affair. I want you to be as fierce as a real beast. Hide that wish below....... yeah. Erotic scroll knowledge, by the way. It is uncertain whether there is actually such a culture as to say that to the vast majority of beastmen.But Mr. Cosmos would know. Right. Next time you get a chance, you may want to pillow talk the answer match for your erotic scroll knowledge.... How dare you, I assemble myself from behind in a quadruple crawling galatia, spreading its tight, tight buttocks so hard that I burst your manko out into magical light."Then it's an oath, Doskebe""... Fine, Doskebe"Praise and love each other as they curse each other.And I'm totally like a full moon. I'm going into this.My penis, which has already given two shots to Selene, one to Naia and Beatrice, still chooses Galatia's vagina without losing any hardness at all."Mm-hmm... "The galatia rings sweet and backwards.Much more flexible back than a normal human race, showing beautiful curves.I enjoy and entertain the feeling of Galatian vagina as it spreads late and enjoys the long hair coloring the curves in my eyes.Even this girl isn't really easy to take into my circle of carnal desire, though she's a future and talented daughter.Now that we're ready in Beatrice, we can enjoy purely mutual sexual resonance.My moving hips gouge me to devour more pleasure than I move.With the seal of collar, you can now express your desire without hesitation, or I will ride everywhere to Galatia, who is no longer just pursuing the pleasure of echoing in the womb."I'm gonna... I'm gonna keep you... ringing like this, because I'm gonna...! "... yeah, let it ring... whenever, however much, I'll pull it out for you... I'll drink it in my womb and give it to you...""Oh, Ike, Galatia...! "... come, come... eh ahh..."Ejaculate violently and explosively after intense hips meetings that become intense and unstoppable with each other.Once again it does not control the pleasure of penetrating the cerebral cord and lower body, spraying plenty behind the Galatian meat cylinder."Ah, ah... aha..."If you wave your hips in momentum, each time you make a buzzing, buzzing, nasty noise from the vaginal clearance, flooding with semen.Galatia trembled as she was impressed, weakened and stuck to the mat with her hips poked up.cont 'd
