Chapter 741: Biggest Collar Awards Ceremony Ever 8 [knoll]
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Mira and the three of them are blue collars of playful slaves.
Nevertheless, there can be no imitation like refusing to conceive. Socially, it's practically dowry.
I don't think there's any more misunderstanding or anything after hearing Selene's opening speech, yet again.
"Put this on, Mira, Seema and Lucino, they're all my female slaves. You're going to have to spend it as my exclusive manko. I don't want to withdraw after this anymore."
"Right."
"Yeah. Fine."
"You don't have to check again and again."
You're not very comfortable with that lightness, are you?
No, it's mainly Mr. Seema that's light. Why are you so light?
"I wonder if the rest of your life span is longer and less than a hundred years... At least in the meantime, I'll give you a dedicated manko."
"Well, nobody's used it in the last hundred years."
"Just think about why you look like that, Sheema. It's a heavy ritual, even though we're all sooo poopy."
"Like I know."
No, yeah. Indeed, in a similar example, the motives were cluttered when the Fennels had four daughters.
I was hoping for my arm as a "tutor" due to slightly exaggerated rumors, and now that I think about it, I wonder if it would have been nice to have secured myself as a female slave in safety.
But I don't know, the strange anxiety I get from these humans' attitudes. I think the vectors are a little different.
... Oh well.
Unlike the fennels because they don't have the feeling of immortality that "I don't mind being broken by my family for anything"?
Even the cats weigh in on the part where colony prosperity can't be fulfilled without me being conceived.
Unlike them, who explained the inevitability that they want to be female slaves, much happier than they don't, there's nothing that would bother Mira and the others if they didn't have to be my female slaves. Almost trying to be a female slave on the spot nori.
I can't say anything when they say that's the Talk Kid, that's the Dark Elf.
"... Sure, I know you want to say over and over again that you don't bother with anything female slave.... but you're not a bad person or, on the contrary, a good enough person for all the female slaves who are so convinced... and you're here after proper consideration because you're so stunning that no one can complain about you, and that's how you're likely to have a lot hotter centuries than a couple of cocks there, we"
"You'll be anxious because Mira and Lucino look silly, but for once we're sisterly in love with each other. You're doing this after you care if your sisters make each other happy with this more than you become slaves, right?
"Tsukomu on Seema's grass. Anyway, well, it's more or less like that.... Talk about the power of the house and this noisy threesome that nobody could get in the way of... but if you still want it to taste good, have it. Maybe you're the only one who can shut up about your father and brother and take it all together."
I don't think I can shut you up, Mr. Lucino.
But, well... yeah.
Why I can't pull back...... but maybe it's enough as a reason to become a female slave without hesitation.
That's a lot older than the double-digit fennels at best. We're all three in the hundred-year-old class.
Thoughts and discernment are ample, and it is on top of that that we have decided.
All you have to do now is decide if I want to be a dedicated manko.
And the answer to that is already decided.
"... then"
Collar through like a bracelet on one arm, stock.
And wrap one of them around Mira's neck and fasten it.
……♪
I kissed Mira, who smiled so lusciously, and grabbed all the extra tits in her palm.
He also fastened the blue collar around Mr. Seema's neck and kissed her.
Somehow she also tries to grab her tits with a smile that feels distracted, she gets hit first and gets her palms pinched full.
"Dedicated to you, these boobs are for you now."
"Don't hesitate to come and rub it any time now."
"Non non. Come and 'pinch me' anytime. Instead, you can have a pussy-only female slave."
"I'd rather rub it while framing you than a pussy"
"Then you won't be my best."
Seema is committed to using her tits to be the best.
... I don't hate you. Come on, pussy.
It hurts the gaze of the lactating group a little when you get too obsessed there, doesn't it?
The pussy is occasionally asked to the extent that it is done in the stream, as the day you put down the dedicated personnel brings to your attention the appearance of their damaging mood for various things.
And finally, Mr. Lucino.
Once I open it trying to fit the collar, the adjustment is hard and laborious because the machining was a bit cluttered.
I'm more upset than I have to because I'm the one who made it, and Mr. Lucino lays his hands on me softly as I slip at hand.
"Not in a hurry. Not in a hurry. I'm not running away."
"... Yes"
"And if you're going to abandon Sister Knoll, we'll do the same... your husband"
Slightly more compact tits than Mr. Seema's, but that balance can never be lactating, Mr. Lucino.
If you look closely, your hands, feet, abs, etc. are more reliable than the other two, and the high level of exercise performance is secretly felt from that body.
If you danced like Mr. Knoll, you'd see her tits rolling.
Or maybe a warrior type like Mr. Deane or Mr. Nancy.... No, don't you have that? I can't think of a scene where these three people hold the sword.
I end up wearing a collar with that in mind.
Three dark elf half-sisters. Naked except collar.
I also put Mr. Knoll in sight waiting a little further away, and I think again.
Female slavery by putting together dark elf sisters with the most eclectic brown flesh. A luxurious sight.
"Now all four of you... it's my only manko"
Whimpering, Mr. Mira strokes us up.
Not yet, my lord.
……
"The seal of the slave covenant.... the vows are inside, right?
Laughing at her lower abdomen... Mira glancing around her uterus.
"After that, the Manco Manifesto..."
"Right. You'll still have trouble getting your emotions immersed." "
"Sure. They're making me promise to get wet, so if you have time to be blurry, you have to start." "
The three of them looked at each other and turned their asses to make sure the timing was right.
"Sa, frame me me..."
They stick their attractive butts out side by side on each one.
Mr. Knoll inadvertently missed the flow, lined up a little hastily and stuck his butt out in the same way.
"Wow, I'm first...!
"I don't care how much you say Sister Knoll, how about that?
"It depends on your husband's mood. ♪ He wants to frame me while rubbing my tits. ♪"
"No grudges, sister."
The buttocks go from three to four.
Though they are oasis, strip poker, or irresistible sisters to each other's nakedness, it is still unusual and wonderful that they share as a matter of course even the moment when they are seeded and fall into slavery.
"This time in order...... from Mr. Knoll"
♪
I later cover myself in the stunning nudity of those four sisters and decide to use my genitals to claim ownership.
A marking act. I'm going to put my smell and flavor on the four nudities.
Hold Mr. Knoll's flesh as beautiful as a goddess, rubbing his sweaty ass against a penis that still leaves the dampness of other women's love fluid.
"I'll frame you, Mr. Knoll..."
"I said no."
Mr. Knoll tells me to blame him, looking back gently and pressing my lips with his fingers.
Yes, it was. Cough it up, say it again.
"... knoll. I'll offend you."
"... you're going to get pregnant the first time, come... my husband" "
Yes. We have to call her off.
And we must assemble and offend... and give her full pleasure as a female.
I'm sure she'll be leaving the polka soon and dancing around the desert again.
Yet I wonder what I would do if I were really pregnant.
I put that question into my stomach, and I probe her labia in the narrow space of her butt meat, dilating, and pushing a lump of carnal desire in.
"Hmmm... haha..."
Mr. Knoll welcomes you with a delightful nose that you've been waiting for.
Proposed distribution that is wet but still cannot be forced. I dream of this desert idol bottombelly as I wave my hips a little bit and invade the back, looking at my brown back.
If you want to give birth to me, you have the most comfortable birthing environment here. If Mr. Knoll wants it, of course I'll offer it.
But don't use that as a reason to hold her back from traveling. She has freedom, including where and how to give birth.
If you deny that, I'm sure your relationship with her will be broken.
So if I get pregnant... I won't talk about it now. Now I just aim to get you pregnant.
Hopefully when she gets pregnant, you'll honestly rely on me, enjoying and vandalizing the vagina of a new slave claiming her desire for pregnancy with a yellow collar, while doing a little quick-hearted calculation.
Eventually, the end approaches.
"Knoll... this is my vow... eh... in the back, I swear...!
At the heart of the dancer's moving hips, I take off the tag of pleasure.
"Ha... ha... ♪ Swear... Swear, right, this... ♪"
Mr. Knoll rebuts my words as he trembles his breath and spine in full pleasure.
Inside the oath.
Certificate that the contract was concluded.
The implications are really fluid, and whoever swore what, whatever, can be interpreted in any way.
So.
"He said he would definitely get you pregnant... this is my vow...!!
"... Absolutely..."
The ritual, which should have been even impure and enslaving, comes together purely lovingly between the two of us for some reason.
Feeling strange about it, I burst my swollen pleasure into Mr. Knoll's vagina.
"Ahhhhhhhh..."
Mr. Knoll takes it.
The brown inner leg is cloudy and runs down.
Pull your penis out of Mr. Knoll's ass and put your hands on Mira's ass, which is lined up beside him.
Breathtaking by the grand ejaculation and the fierce sexual odor, the short-haired dark elf sends a gaze full of anticipation over his shoulder.
... I nod back with my eyes.
My penis is still fine. It's okay, it keeps going.
(cont 'd)
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Mira and the three of them are blue collars of playful slaves.
Nevertheless, there can be no imitation like refusing to conceive. Socially, it's practically dowry.
I don't think there's any more misunderstanding or anything after hearing Selene's opening speech, yet again.
"Put this on, Mira, Seema and Lucino, they're all my female slaves. You're going to have to spend it as my exclusive manko. I don't want to withdraw after this anymore."
"Right."
"Yeah. Fine."
"You don't have to check again and again."
You're not very comfortable with that lightness, are you?
No, it's mainly Mr. Seema that's light. Why are you so light?
"I wonder if the rest of your life span is longer and less than a hundred years... At least in the meantime, I'll give you a dedicated manko."
"Well, nobody's used it in the last hundred years."
"Just think about why you look like that, Sheema. It's a heavy ritual, even though we're all sooo poopy."
"Like I know."
No, yeah. Indeed, in a similar example, the motives were cluttered when the Fennels had four daughters.
I was hoping for my arm as a "tutor" due to slightly exaggerated rumors, and now that I think about it, I wonder if it would have been nice to have secured myself as a female slave in safety.
But I don't know, the strange anxiety I get from these humans' attitudes. I think the vectors are a little different.
... Oh well.
Unlike the fennels because they don't have the feeling of immortality that "I don't mind being broken by my family for anything"?
Even the cats weigh in on the part where colony prosperity can't be fulfilled without me being conceived.
Unlike them, who explained the inevitability that they want to be female slaves, much happier than they don't, there's nothing that would bother Mira and the others if they didn't have to be my female slaves. Almost trying to be a female slave on the spot nori.
I can't say anything when they say that's the Talk Kid, that's the Dark Elf.
"... Sure, I know you want to say over and over again that you don't bother with anything female slave.... but you're not a bad person or, on the contrary, a good enough person for all the female slaves who are so convinced... and you're here after proper consideration because you're so stunning that no one can complain about you, and that's how you're likely to have a lot hotter centuries than a couple of cocks there, we"
"You'll be anxious because Mira and Lucino look silly, but for once we're sisterly in love with each other. You're doing this after you care if your sisters make each other happy with this more than you become slaves, right?
"Tsukomu on Seema's grass. Anyway, well, it's more or less like that.... Talk about the power of the house and this noisy threesome that nobody could get in the way of... but if you still want it to taste good, have it. Maybe you're the only one who can shut up about your father and brother and take it all together."
I don't think I can shut you up, Mr. Lucino.
But, well... yeah.
Why I can't pull back...... but maybe it's enough as a reason to become a female slave without hesitation.
That's a lot older than the double-digit fennels at best. We're all three in the hundred-year-old class.
Thoughts and discernment are ample, and it is on top of that that we have decided.
All you have to do now is decide if I want to be a dedicated manko.
And the answer to that is already decided.
"... then"
Collar through like a bracelet on one arm, stock.
And wrap one of them around Mira's neck and fasten it.
……♪
I kissed Mira, who smiled so lusciously, and grabbed all the extra tits in her palm.
He also fastened the blue collar around Mr. Seema's neck and kissed her.
Somehow she also tries to grab her tits with a smile that feels distracted, she gets hit first and gets her palms pinched full.
"Dedicated to you, these boobs are for you now."
"Don't hesitate to come and rub it any time now."
"Non non. Come and 'pinch me' anytime. Instead, you can have a pussy-only female slave."
"I'd rather rub it while framing you than a pussy"
"Then you won't be my best."
Seema is committed to using her tits to be the best.
... I don't hate you. Come on, pussy.
It hurts the gaze of the lactating group a little when you get too obsessed there, doesn't it?
The pussy is occasionally asked to the extent that it is done in the stream, as the day you put down the dedicated personnel brings to your attention the appearance of their damaging mood for various things.
And finally, Mr. Lucino.
Once I open it trying to fit the collar, the adjustment is hard and laborious because the machining was a bit cluttered.
I'm more upset than I have to because I'm the one who made it, and Mr. Lucino lays his hands on me softly as I slip at hand.
"Not in a hurry. Not in a hurry. I'm not running away."
"... Yes"
"And if you're going to abandon Sister Knoll, we'll do the same... your husband"
Slightly more compact tits than Mr. Seema's, but that balance can never be lactating, Mr. Lucino.
If you look closely, your hands, feet, abs, etc. are more reliable than the other two, and the high level of exercise performance is secretly felt from that body.
If you danced like Mr. Knoll, you'd see her tits rolling.
Or maybe a warrior type like Mr. Deane or Mr. Nancy.... No, don't you have that? I can't think of a scene where these three people hold the sword.
I end up wearing a collar with that in mind.
Three dark elf half-sisters. Naked except collar.
I also put Mr. Knoll in sight waiting a little further away, and I think again.
Female slavery by putting together dark elf sisters with the most eclectic brown flesh. A luxurious sight.
"Now all four of you... it's my only manko"
Whimpering, Mr. Mira strokes us up.
Not yet, my lord.
……
"The seal of the slave covenant.... the vows are inside, right?
Laughing at her lower abdomen... Mira glancing around her uterus.
"After that, the Manco Manifesto..."
"Right. You'll still have trouble getting your emotions immersed." "
"Sure. They're making me promise to get wet, so if you have time to be blurry, you have to start." "
The three of them looked at each other and turned their asses to make sure the timing was right.
"Sa, frame me me..."
They stick their attractive butts out side by side on each one.
Mr. Knoll inadvertently missed the flow, lined up a little hastily and stuck his butt out in the same way.
"Wow, I'm first...!
"I don't care how much you say Sister Knoll, how about that?
"It depends on your husband's mood. ♪ He wants to frame me while rubbing my tits. ♪"
"No grudges, sister."
The buttocks go from three to four.
Though they are oasis, strip poker, or irresistible sisters to each other's nakedness, it is still unusual and wonderful that they share as a matter of course even the moment when they are seeded and fall into slavery.
"This time in order...... from Mr. Knoll"
♪
I later cover myself in the stunning nudity of those four sisters and decide to use my genitals to claim ownership.
A marking act. I'm going to put my smell and flavor on the four nudities.
Hold Mr. Knoll's flesh as beautiful as a goddess, rubbing his sweaty ass against a penis that still leaves the dampness of other women's love fluid.
"I'll frame you, Mr. Knoll..."
"I said no."
Mr. Knoll tells me to blame him, looking back gently and pressing my lips with his fingers.
Yes, it was. Cough it up, say it again.
"... knoll. I'll offend you."
"... you're going to get pregnant the first time, come... my husband" "
Yes. We have to call her off.
And we must assemble and offend... and give her full pleasure as a female.
I'm sure she'll be leaving the polka soon and dancing around the desert again.
Yet I wonder what I would do if I were really pregnant.
I put that question into my stomach, and I probe her labia in the narrow space of her butt meat, dilating, and pushing a lump of carnal desire in.
"Hmmm... haha..."
Mr. Knoll welcomes you with a delightful nose that you've been waiting for.
Proposed distribution that is wet but still cannot be forced. I dream of this desert idol bottombelly as I wave my hips a little bit and invade the back, looking at my brown back.
If you want to give birth to me, you have the most comfortable birthing environment here. If Mr. Knoll wants it, of course I'll offer it.
But don't use that as a reason to hold her back from traveling. She has freedom, including where and how to give birth.
If you deny that, I'm sure your relationship with her will be broken.
So if I get pregnant... I won't talk about it now. Now I just aim to get you pregnant.
Hopefully when she gets pregnant, you'll honestly rely on me, enjoying and vandalizing the vagina of a new slave claiming her desire for pregnancy with a yellow collar, while doing a little quick-hearted calculation.
Eventually, the end approaches.
"Knoll... this is my vow... eh... in the back, I swear...!
At the heart of the dancer's moving hips, I take off the tag of pleasure.
"Ha... ha... ♪ Swear... Swear, right, this... ♪"
Mr. Knoll rebuts my words as he trembles his breath and spine in full pleasure.
Inside the oath.
Certificate that the contract was concluded.
The implications are really fluid, and whoever swore what, whatever, can be interpreted in any way.
So.
"He said he would definitely get you pregnant... this is my vow...!!
"... Absolutely..."
The ritual, which should have been even impure and enslaving, comes together purely lovingly between the two of us for some reason.
Feeling strange about it, I burst my swollen pleasure into Mr. Knoll's vagina.
"Ahhhhhhhh..."
Mr. Knoll takes it.
The brown inner leg is cloudy and runs down.
Pull your penis out of Mr. Knoll's ass and put your hands on Mira's ass, which is lined up beside him.
Breathtaking by the grand ejaculation and the fierce sexual odor, the short-haired dark elf sends a gaze full of anticipation over his shoulder.
... I nod back with my eyes.
My penis is still fine. It's okay, it keeps going.
(cont 'd)
Mira and the three of them are blue collars of playful slaves.Nevertheless, there can be no imitation like refusing to conceive. Socially, it's practically dowry.I don't think there's any more misunderstanding or anything after hearing Selene's opening speech, yet again."Put this on, Mira, Seema and Lucino, they're all my female slaves. You're going to have to spend it as my exclusive manko. I don't want to withdraw after this anymore.""Right.""Yeah. Fine.""You don't have to check again and again."You're not very comfortable with that lightness, are you?No, it's mainly Mr. Seema that's light. Why are you so light?"I wonder if the rest of your life span is longer and less than a hundred years... At least in the meantime, I'll give you a dedicated manko.""Well, nobody's used it in the last hundred years.""Just think about why you look like that, Sheema. It's a heavy ritual, even though we're all sooo poopy.""Like I know."No, yeah. Indeed, in a similar example, the motives were cluttered when the Fennels had four daughters.I was hoping for my arm as a "tutor" due to slightly exaggerated rumors, and now that I think about it, I wonder if it would have been nice to have secured myself as a female slave in safety.But I don't know, the strange anxiety I get from these humans' attitudes. I think the vectors are a little different.... Oh well.Unlike the fennels because they don't have the feeling of immortality that "I don't mind being broken by my family for anything"?Even the cats weigh in on the part where colony prosperity can't be fulfilled without me being conceived.Unlike them, who explained the inevitability that they want to be female slaves, much happier than they don't, there's nothing that would bother Mira and the others if they didn't have to be my female slaves. Almost trying to be a female slave on the spot nori.I can't say anything when they say that's the Talk Kid, that's the Dark Elf."... Sure, I know you want to say over and over again that you don't bother with anything female slave.... but you're not a bad person or, on the contrary, a good enough person for all the female slaves who are so convinced... and you're here after proper consideration because you're so stunning that no one can complain about you, and that's how you're likely to have a lot hotter centuries than a couple of cocks there, we""You'll be anxious because Mira and Lucino look silly, but for once we're sisterly in love with each other. You're doing this after you care if your sisters make each other happy with this more than you become slaves, right? "Tsukomu on Seema's grass. Anyway, well, it's more or less like that.... Talk about the power of the house and this noisy threesome that nobody could get in the way of... but if you still want it to taste good, have it. Maybe you're the only one who can shut up about your father and brother and take it all together."I don't think I can shut you up, Mr. Lucino.But, well... yeah.Why I can't pull back...... but maybe it's enough as a reason to become a female slave without hesitation.That's a lot older than the double-digit fennels at best. We're all three in the hundred-year-old class.Thoughts and discernment are ample, and it is on top of that that we have decided.All you have to do now is decide if I want to be a dedicated manko.And the answer to that is already decided."... then"Collar through like a bracelet on one arm, stock.And wrap one of them around Mira's neck and fasten it.I kissed Mira, who smiled so lusciously, and grabbed all the extra tits in her palm.He also fastened the blue collar around Mr. Seema's neck and kissed her.Somehow she also tries to grab her tits with a smile that feels distracted, she gets hit first and gets her palms pinched full."Dedicated to you, these boobs are for you now.""Don't hesitate to come and rub it any time now.""Non non. Come and 'pinch me' anytime. Instead, you can have a pussy-only female slave.""I'd rather rub it while framing you than a pussy""Then you won't be my best."Seema is committed to using her tits to be the best.... I don't hate you. Come on, pussy.It hurts the gaze of the lactating group a little when you get too obsessed there, doesn't it?The pussy is occasionally asked to the extent that it is done in the stream, as the day you put down the dedicated personnel brings to your attention the appearance of their damaging mood for various things.And finally, Mr. Lucino.Once I open it trying to fit the collar, the adjustment is hard and laborious because the machining was a bit cluttered.I'm more upset than I have to because I'm the one who made it, and Mr. Lucino lays his hands on me softly as I slip at hand."Not in a hurry. Not in a hurry. I'm not running away.""... Yes""And if you're going to abandon Sister Knoll, we'll do the same... your husband"Slightly more compact tits than Mr. Seema's, but that balance can never be lactating, Mr. Lucino.If you look closely, your hands, feet, abs, etc. are more reliable than the other two, and the high level of exercise performance is secretly felt from that body.If you danced like Mr. Knoll, you'd see her tits rolling.Or maybe a warrior type like Mr. Deane or Mr. Nancy.... No, don't you have that? I can't think of a scene where these three people hold the sword.I end up wearing a collar with that in mind.Three dark elf half-sisters. Naked except collar.I also put Mr. Knoll in sight waiting a little further away, and I think again.Female slavery by putting together dark elf sisters with the most eclectic brown flesh. A luxurious sight."Now all four of you... it's my only manko"Whimpering, Mr. Mira strokes us up.Not yet, my lord. "The seal of the slave covenant.... the vows are inside, right? Laughing at her lower abdomen... Mira glancing around her uterus."After that, the Manco Manifesto...""Right. You'll still have trouble getting your emotions immersed." ""Sure. They're making me promise to get wet, so if you have time to be blurry, you have to start." "The three of them looked at each other and turned their asses to make sure the timing was right."Sa, frame me me..."They stick their attractive butts out side by side on each one.Mr. Knoll inadvertently missed the flow, lined up a little hastily and stuck his butt out in the same way."Wow, I'm first...! "I don't care how much you say Sister Knoll, how about that? "It depends on your husband's mood. He wants to frame me while rubbing my tits. ""No grudges, sister."The buttocks go from three to four.Though they are oasis, strip poker, or irresistible sisters to each other's nakedness, it is still unusual and wonderful that they share as a matter of course even the moment when they are seeded and fall into slavery."This time in order...... from Mr. Knoll"I later cover myself in the stunning nudity of those four sisters and decide to use my genitals to claim ownership.A marking act. I'm going to put my smell and flavor on the four nudities.Hold Mr. Knoll's flesh as beautiful as a goddess, rubbing his sweaty ass against a penis that still leaves the dampness of other women's love fluid."I'll frame you, Mr. Knoll...""I said no."Mr. Knoll tells me to blame him, looking back gently and pressing my lips with his fingers.Yes, it was. Cough it up, say it again."... knoll. I'll offend you.""... you're going to get pregnant the first time, come... my husband" "Yes. We have to call her off.And we must assemble and offend... and give her full pleasure as a female.I'm sure she'll be leaving the polka soon and dancing around the desert again.Yet I wonder what I would do if I were really pregnant.I put that question into my stomach, and I probe her labia in the narrow space of her butt meat, dilating, and pushing a lump of carnal desire in."Hmmm... haha..."Mr. Knoll welcomes you with a delightful nose that you've been waiting for.Proposed distribution that is wet but still cannot be forced. I dream of this desert idol bottombelly as I wave my hips a little bit and invade the back, looking at my brown back.If you want to give birth to me, you have the most comfortable birthing environment here. If Mr. Knoll wants it, of course I'll offer it.But don't use that as a reason to hold her back from traveling. She has freedom, including where and how to give birth.If you deny that, I'm sure your relationship with her will be broken.So if I get pregnant... I won't talk about it now. Now I just aim to get you pregnant.Hopefully when she gets pregnant, you'll honestly rely on me, enjoying and vandalizing the vagina of a new slave claiming her desire for pregnancy with a yellow collar, while doing a little quick-hearted calculation.Eventually, the end approaches."Knoll... this is my vow... eh... in the back, I swear...! At the heart of the dancer's moving hips, I take off the tag of pleasure."Ha... ha... Swear... Swear, right, this... "Mr. Knoll rebuts my words as he trembles his breath and spine in full pleasure.Inside the oath.Certificate that the contract was concluded.The implications are really fluid, and whoever swore what, whatever, can be interpreted in any way.So."He said he would definitely get you pregnant... this is my vow...!! "... Absolutely..."The ritual, which should have been even impure and enslaving, comes together purely lovingly between the two of us for some reason.Feeling strange about it, I burst my swollen pleasure into Mr. Knoll's vagina."Ahhhhhhhh..."Mr. Knoll takes it.The brown inner leg is cloudy and runs down.Pull your penis out of Mr. Knoll's ass and put your hands on Mira's ass, which is lined up beside him.Breathtaking by the grand ejaculation and the fierce sexual odor, the short-haired dark elf sends a gaze full of anticipation over his shoulder.... I nod back with my eyes.My penis is still fine. It's okay, it keeps going.cont 'd
