Chapter 793: Sword Girls 5 [Naia Beatrice]
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The act of peeling off pussy is special.
The female slaves will undress everything without any particular hesitation if I ask for it. This is all the more so in invisible places. But still, I dare you to take it off with your own hands.
It is the last fortress to admonish sexual activity, a disgrace that is not supposed to make a man touch easily, and the fact that he is free to do this gives the impression that it is tolerated by girls by the absolute.
Everything tends to be smeared with great vaginal pleasure and whispering when it comes to sex, but the superb beautiful girls who admire me are inherently releasing all their charm. The same goes for the approach to tits, but their personality, their stance and the depth of their experience as female slaves, visible from beyond the act of politely loving their asses, give me yet another different emotion than the orgy of just jumping in and waving their hips, and re-suggesting their charm.
... when I told Corti the truth, "Aren't you an idiot?" or something like that, "so I won't say it.
"Hey, kind of a nasty gesture... like being massaged"
"No, I can now like Naia's ass all I want with such grandeur...... a lot of emotion"
Grasp both buttocks with both hands and turn them outward to enjoy the feel carefully.
Both the chrysanthemum hole and labia inside the buttocks are exposed to mumbling in front of her eyes, but Naia does not try to escape, although she raises a bewildered voice.
Muni, and when he focuses only on his thumb to deflect his butt meat, Naia continues to do the trick like it's not enough, although he made a slightly nosed voice.
"... Um, more... don't you?
"Naia's body is mine, so I'll take care of the fun"
"... fine"
Like the chariot that was offended right now, he could have hoped that he would knock the guts in even soon......
That's good, too. Yes, I am now satisfied with the joy of ownership of the female body.
Even to lovers and wives, it seems like they could be donned if exposed in grandeur... but the unsolicited desire of a man to only be bumped into by those who admitted me as some kind of pervert and still hoped to enslave me.
I guess it's my weird fetishism that the revelation of something like that is basically not about dressing, but just about taking off my pussy, self-analysis.
I want to feel happy too, but I want to love you more. I want to indulge in something called a girl. I believe that Esprit is here.
"A female slave who entertains a man by letting him reveal the contents of his breasts... the look on his face at that moment. Contrast. Yeah, it's brilliant for me."
"... you don't have a look or anything when you're looking at your ass"
"No, the look on the whole body, or the atmosphere. I'm not asking you to understand, but it's the most fascinating moment for me anyway."
One thing I don't feel comfortable with, Naia, but of course the emotional expressions that come from her whole body are tasteful.
Naia is currently pretty front-loaded, but unlike Tetes, she doesn't have a strong underlying libido per se. I feel closer to being serious and diligent about the new "job" of female slavery.
It's a little complicated around here, but there's something I can't help.
Though she could take off the cursed shackle of "brave man," that's not why she was highly motivated by the "free way of life," so maintaining that serene and serious personality would require encouraging work for now.
Not that my love for me is weak, of course, but rather because of my deep love, I can say that I had no hesitation about the option of female slavery.
I'm just taking my punches off and I think that you're not getting much tension, even though you have no hesitation at all about being in this position.
I know I'm going to be offended, and even though I want that, I'm not going to get screwed off driven by lust.
There's a strange flat in action somewhere, even though of course you enjoy pleasure if you start to get offended, and you don't hold back your desire for further pleasure.
I still think that aspect is due to Naia's "seriousness about her role" working.
So, don't forget, Naia's "look" when she's getting her pussy off is her peculiar habit.
Not that I hate it, of course, and it's devotional. Expectations of sex ahead are strong.
But there are parts of shame that seem to remind me that there is still enough at the moment of being taken off.
I don't like to be ashamed, but you think so. But the shame of holding back with the awareness and self-control of "I'm a female slave now" gives me a nudgy look at the moment I'm stripped of my breasts and exposed to everything I am as a woman, with a look that won't handle my feelings for a moment.
How do you know just by looking at your butt? That's what they say, but it looks like to me.
Tasteful there.
And that, after a moment of heightening, disappears to breathe. Just like the dragons, they entrust everything to me, completing the pseudo to the spirit of the "female slave" they threw out.
The person wouldn't think it was that complicated. Sometimes I get excited at weird times, I think it feels like.
So I'm not going to point out all the more to Naia's reaction and encourage her to make any improvements.
I just adore the whole feeling of that.
"Newbies have newbies, ancient ginseng has the beauty of ancient ginseng. To peel the bread."
As I speak with a translator's face, I whisk Naia's butt in the palm of my hand, inviting Beatrice.
"... Yes"
Beatrice lines up next to Naia and offers her breast butt with a voice that sounds like she's submitting something.
Beatrice has a stronger percentage of libido than Naia. Greed for pleasure, honesty is a good battle with Tess, I think.
However, I can see that I'm not confident in my style. I can feel the verse inside me saying that that's where the neck becomes and that I can love my body in the weird wind I want it to end right away and just go to production. Guess from normal behavior rather than a habit of buttocks and systemic modus operandi around here.
I want Beatrice to understand. He says I'm not only a busty woman and a premier lollipop, but a man who can equally love normal thin tits and buttocks.
... Well, I can't deny I was a boob supremacist before I started holding Jeanne or Angelos?
But it's a good one. There's nothing in the nudity of our female slaves that can't stir up lust. Thanks to the Spirit Springs for polishing any naked to the finest, but they're all good material and they're all beautiful.
So, Beatrice doesn't seem to have this kind of anxiety about my sexuality of taking off her pussy, but whether she's disappointed with the body of a clap even if she does because of it.
So instead of hesitating to expose yourself to the stage of being taken off, I show you how much I want it to end quickly.
It's the same as Naia's that there's a change in signs at the moment of being taken off, but Beatrice's mixes it with something somewhere inferior, something like despair.
... well, take off your breasts next to a fine Naia, even though your back length is not very different. I can't help but think it's being compared.
And such Beatrice's nasty jealousy is secretly fun too.
Like Naia, I'm not going to point it all out, and I don't need to unify my reactions.
One day Beatrice will also understand that there is no point in such a comparison. But you don't have to hurry to reduce what you include and make it a pale reaction.
Now I enjoy happiness as I rub and stroke my two youthful, tense asses.
"... finally, what's so fun... I wish I could use your dick soon..."
"Don't rush, Beatrice. Normally, a man's sexuality doesn't hold up enough to go on and on..."
"I'm not calming my libido about anything. Now he's just biting off his flirtatious identity the way he wants on these two brave men's asses."
"But I'm not a brave man anymore."
"... female slaves in the main business..."
They both crawl their fingers from their butthole into the perineum at the same time, catching each clitoris between their middle finger pharmacopoeia from under their crotch.
"Hih..."
"Ah... there it is..."
There is a slight difference in sensitivity, but Clitoris is still both a weakness, flashly reacting to the body if you say so, upside down or lean.
Either Naia can do it faster. Well, Naia is quick to start messing with, and she has a lot of experience in the first place.
Let Beatrice be patient with a little finger irritation, while she decides to ejaculate with Naia's vagina.
"... All right, that's the main business then... Naia. Be a both-belly brave man with my dick."
"... Yes, yes..."
If he stood up with Beatrice's labia rubbing his penis against Naia's legs, Naia nodded with her intoxicated eyes at the pleasures and expectations of slavery.
of the main business called female slavery, plus the main business. I mean, pregnancy.
Once again let the joy seep out of the womb into the joy of being accepted as one another's aspirations, Naia falls back and protrudes in an attempt to accept the penis.
Instinct and reason, emotions and duties.
The joy of everything going to the same place and getting there.
Instincts scream that they want to drown in the pleasure of sex, reason prompts them to give birth to a child, "I like it," and emotions abound, and this is the certainty that the duty of female slaves pokes and moves Naia.
I respond rigidly to a clumsy ex-brainer who can't be honest with his desires unless he's so completely forgiven.
"Uh-huh... uh-huh..."
The meat bars bury in the flesh.
swallowed.
Getting greedy.
The further into the back of her vagina, the more female instincts are passed on over the mucous membrane, and Beatrice is smothered like a scream as I shudder and shake my fingers and grasp her groin in such a way that it can be lifted later.
"... but don't push me back any more! I thought about it, but I don't care what you think about the last one."
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"Why do you look so dissatisfied..."
"... Something's about to fly in order because this guy claims himself right away"
"Yeah. I think so, too"
Lleida was finally able to enter the room, but Maia and Emma were watching her harshly.
It's okay, because you guys and Leila and Corti are gonna get inside in order. Forgive him enough to enter the cabin.
(cont 'd)
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The act of peeling off pussy is special.
The female slaves will undress everything without any particular hesitation if I ask for it. This is all the more so in invisible places. But still, I dare you to take it off with your own hands.
It is the last fortress to admonish sexual activity, a disgrace that is not supposed to make a man touch easily, and the fact that he is free to do this gives the impression that it is tolerated by girls by the absolute.
Everything tends to be smeared with great vaginal pleasure and whispering when it comes to sex, but the superb beautiful girls who admire me are inherently releasing all their charm. The same goes for the approach to tits, but their personality, their stance and the depth of their experience as female slaves, visible from beyond the act of politely loving their asses, give me yet another different emotion than the orgy of just jumping in and waving their hips, and re-suggesting their charm.
... when I told Corti the truth, "Aren't you an idiot?" or something like that, "so I won't say it.
"Hey, kind of a nasty gesture... like being massaged"
"No, I can now like Naia's ass all I want with such grandeur...... a lot of emotion"
Grasp both buttocks with both hands and turn them outward to enjoy the feel carefully.
Both the chrysanthemum hole and labia inside the buttocks are exposed to mumbling in front of her eyes, but Naia does not try to escape, although she raises a bewildered voice.
Muni, and when he focuses only on his thumb to deflect his butt meat, Naia continues to do the trick like it's not enough, although he made a slightly nosed voice.
"... Um, more... don't you?
"Naia's body is mine, so I'll take care of the fun"
"... fine"
Like the chariot that was offended right now, he could have hoped that he would knock the guts in even soon......
That's good, too. Yes, I am now satisfied with the joy of ownership of the female body.
Even to lovers and wives, it seems like they could be donned if exposed in grandeur... but the unsolicited desire of a man to only be bumped into by those who admitted me as some kind of pervert and still hoped to enslave me.
I guess it's my weird fetishism that the revelation of something like that is basically not about dressing, but just about taking off my pussy, self-analysis.
I want to feel happy too, but I want to love you more. I want to indulge in something called a girl. I believe that Esprit is here.
"A female slave who entertains a man by letting him reveal the contents of his breasts... the look on his face at that moment. Contrast. Yeah, it's brilliant for me."
"... you don't have a look or anything when you're looking at your ass"
"No, the look on the whole body, or the atmosphere. I'm not asking you to understand, but it's the most fascinating moment for me anyway."
One thing I don't feel comfortable with, Naia, but of course the emotional expressions that come from her whole body are tasteful.
Naia is currently pretty front-loaded, but unlike Tetes, she doesn't have a strong underlying libido per se. I feel closer to being serious and diligent about the new "job" of female slavery.
It's a little complicated around here, but there's something I can't help.
Though she could take off the cursed shackle of "brave man," that's not why she was highly motivated by the "free way of life," so maintaining that serene and serious personality would require encouraging work for now.
Not that my love for me is weak, of course, but rather because of my deep love, I can say that I had no hesitation about the option of female slavery.
I'm just taking my punches off and I think that you're not getting much tension, even though you have no hesitation at all about being in this position.
I know I'm going to be offended, and even though I want that, I'm not going to get screwed off driven by lust.
There's a strange flat in action somewhere, even though of course you enjoy pleasure if you start to get offended, and you don't hold back your desire for further pleasure.
I still think that aspect is due to Naia's "seriousness about her role" working.
So, don't forget, Naia's "look" when she's getting her pussy off is her peculiar habit.
Not that I hate it, of course, and it's devotional. Expectations of sex ahead are strong.
But there are parts of shame that seem to remind me that there is still enough at the moment of being taken off.
I don't like to be ashamed, but you think so. But the shame of holding back with the awareness and self-control of "I'm a female slave now" gives me a nudgy look at the moment I'm stripped of my breasts and exposed to everything I am as a woman, with a look that won't handle my feelings for a moment.
How do you know just by looking at your butt? That's what they say, but it looks like to me.
Tasteful there.
And that, after a moment of heightening, disappears to breathe. Just like the dragons, they entrust everything to me, completing the pseudo to the spirit of the "female slave" they threw out.
The person wouldn't think it was that complicated. Sometimes I get excited at weird times, I think it feels like.
So I'm not going to point out all the more to Naia's reaction and encourage her to make any improvements.
I just adore the whole feeling of that.
"Newbies have newbies, ancient ginseng has the beauty of ancient ginseng. To peel the bread."
As I speak with a translator's face, I whisk Naia's butt in the palm of my hand, inviting Beatrice.
"... Yes"
Beatrice lines up next to Naia and offers her breast butt with a voice that sounds like she's submitting something.
Beatrice has a stronger percentage of libido than Naia. Greed for pleasure, honesty is a good battle with Tess, I think.
However, I can see that I'm not confident in my style. I can feel the verse inside me saying that that's where the neck becomes and that I can love my body in the weird wind I want it to end right away and just go to production. Guess from normal behavior rather than a habit of buttocks and systemic modus operandi around here.
I want Beatrice to understand. He says I'm not only a busty woman and a premier lollipop, but a man who can equally love normal thin tits and buttocks.
... Well, I can't deny I was a boob supremacist before I started holding Jeanne or Angelos?
But it's a good one. There's nothing in the nudity of our female slaves that can't stir up lust. Thanks to the Spirit Springs for polishing any naked to the finest, but they're all good material and they're all beautiful.
So, Beatrice doesn't seem to have this kind of anxiety about my sexuality of taking off her pussy, but whether she's disappointed with the body of a clap even if she does because of it.
So instead of hesitating to expose yourself to the stage of being taken off, I show you how much I want it to end quickly.
It's the same as Naia's that there's a change in signs at the moment of being taken off, but Beatrice's mixes it with something somewhere inferior, something like despair.
... well, take off your breasts next to a fine Naia, even though your back length is not very different. I can't help but think it's being compared.
And such Beatrice's nasty jealousy is secretly fun too.
Like Naia, I'm not going to point it all out, and I don't need to unify my reactions.
One day Beatrice will also understand that there is no point in such a comparison. But you don't have to hurry to reduce what you include and make it a pale reaction.
Now I enjoy happiness as I rub and stroke my two youthful, tense asses.
"... finally, what's so fun... I wish I could use your dick soon..."
"Don't rush, Beatrice. Normally, a man's sexuality doesn't hold up enough to go on and on..."
"I'm not calming my libido about anything. Now he's just biting off his flirtatious identity the way he wants on these two brave men's asses."
"But I'm not a brave man anymore."
"... female slaves in the main business..."
They both crawl their fingers from their butthole into the perineum at the same time, catching each clitoris between their middle finger pharmacopoeia from under their crotch.
"Hih..."
"Ah... there it is..."
There is a slight difference in sensitivity, but Clitoris is still both a weakness, flashly reacting to the body if you say so, upside down or lean.
Either Naia can do it faster. Well, Naia is quick to start messing with, and she has a lot of experience in the first place.
Let Beatrice be patient with a little finger irritation, while she decides to ejaculate with Naia's vagina.
"... All right, that's the main business then... Naia. Be a both-belly brave man with my dick."
"... Yes, yes..."
If he stood up with Beatrice's labia rubbing his penis against Naia's legs, Naia nodded with her intoxicated eyes at the pleasures and expectations of slavery.
of the main business called female slavery, plus the main business. I mean, pregnancy.
Once again let the joy seep out of the womb into the joy of being accepted as one another's aspirations, Naia falls back and protrudes in an attempt to accept the penis.
Instinct and reason, emotions and duties.
The joy of everything going to the same place and getting there.
Instincts scream that they want to drown in the pleasure of sex, reason prompts them to give birth to a child, "I like it," and emotions abound, and this is the certainty that the duty of female slaves pokes and moves Naia.
I respond rigidly to a clumsy ex-brainer who can't be honest with his desires unless he's so completely forgiven.
"Uh-huh... uh-huh..."
The meat bars bury in the flesh.
swallowed.
Getting greedy.
The further into the back of her vagina, the more female instincts are passed on over the mucous membrane, and Beatrice is smothered like a scream as I shudder and shake my fingers and grasp her groin in such a way that it can be lifted later.
"... but don't push me back any more! I thought about it, but I don't care what you think about the last one."
…………
…………
"Why do you look so dissatisfied..."
"... Something's about to fly in order because this guy claims himself right away"
"Yeah. I think so, too"
Lleida was finally able to enter the room, but Maia and Emma were watching her harshly.
It's okay, because you guys and Leila and Corti are gonna get inside in order. Forgive him enough to enter the cabin.
(cont 'd)
The act of peeling off pussy is special.The female slaves will undress everything without any particular hesitation if I ask for it. This is all the more so in invisible places. But still, I dare you to take it off with your own hands.It is the last fortress to admonish sexual activity, a disgrace that is not supposed to make a man touch easily, and the fact that he is free to do this gives the impression that it is tolerated by girls by the absolute.Everything tends to be smeared with great vaginal pleasure and whispering when it comes to sex, but the superb beautiful girls who admire me are inherently releasing all their charm. The same goes for the approach to tits, but their personality, their stance and the depth of their experience as female slaves, visible from beyond the act of politely loving their asses, give me yet another different emotion than the orgy of just jumping in and waving their hips, and re-suggesting their charm.... when I told Corti the truth, "Aren't you an idiot?" or something like that, "so I won't say it."Hey, kind of a nasty gesture... like being massaged""No, I can now like Naia's ass all I want with such grandeur...... a lot of emotion"Grasp both buttocks with both hands and turn them outward to enjoy the feel carefully.Both the chrysanthemum hole and labia inside the buttocks are exposed to mumbling in front of her eyes, but Naia does not try to escape, although she raises a bewildered voice.Muni, and when he focuses only on his thumb to deflect his butt meat, Naia continues to do the trick like it's not enough, although he made a slightly nosed voice."... Um, more... don't you? "Naia's body is mine, so I'll take care of the fun""... fine"Like the chariot that was offended right now, he could have hoped that he would knock the guts in even soon......That's good, too. Yes, I am now satisfied with the joy of ownership of the female body.Even to lovers and wives, it seems like they could be donned if exposed in grandeur... but the unsolicited desire of a man to only be bumped into by those who admitted me as some kind of pervert and still hoped to enslave me.I guess it's my weird fetishism that the revelation of something like that is basically not about dressing, but just about taking off my pussy, self-analysis.I want to feel happy too, but I want to love you more. I want to indulge in something called a girl. I believe that Esprit is here."A female slave who entertains a man by letting him reveal the contents of his breasts... the look on his face at that moment. Contrast. Yeah, it's brilliant for me.""... you don't have a look or anything when you're looking at your ass""No, the look on the whole body, or the atmosphere. I'm not asking you to understand, but it's the most fascinating moment for me anyway."One thing I don't feel comfortable with, Naia, but of course the emotional expressions that come from her whole body are tasteful.Naia is currently pretty front-loaded, but unlike Tetes, she doesn't have a strong underlying libido per se. I feel closer to being serious and diligent about the new "job" of female slavery.It's a little complicated around here, but there's something I can't help.Though she could take off the cursed shackle of "brave man," that's not why she was highly motivated by the "free way of life," so maintaining that serene and serious personality would require encouraging work for now.Not that my love for me is weak, of course, but rather because of my deep love, I can say that I had no hesitation about the option of female slavery.I'm just taking my punches off and I think that you're not getting much tension, even though you have no hesitation at all about being in this position.I know I'm going to be offended, and even though I want that, I'm not going to get screwed off driven by lust.There's a strange flat in action somewhere, even though of course you enjoy pleasure if you start to get offended, and you don't hold back your desire for further pleasure.I still think that aspect is due to Naia's "seriousness about her role" working.So, don't forget, Naia's "look" when she's getting her pussy off is her peculiar habit.Not that I hate it, of course, and it's devotional. Expectations of sex ahead are strong.But there are parts of shame that seem to remind me that there is still enough at the moment of being taken off.I don't like to be ashamed, but you think so. But the shame of holding back with the awareness and self-control of "I'm a female slave now" gives me a nudgy look at the moment I'm stripped of my breasts and exposed to everything I am as a woman, with a look that won't handle my feelings for a moment.How do you know just by looking at your butt? That's what they say, but it looks like to me.Tasteful there.And that, after a moment of heightening, disappears to breathe. Just like the dragons, they entrust everything to me, completing the pseudo to the spirit of the "female slave" they threw out.The person wouldn't think it was that complicated. Sometimes I get excited at weird times, I think it feels like.So I'm not going to point out all the more to Naia's reaction and encourage her to make any improvements.I just adore the whole feeling of that."Newbies have newbies, ancient ginseng has the beauty of ancient ginseng. To peel the bread."As I speak with a translator's face, I whisk Naia's butt in the palm of my hand, inviting Beatrice."... Yes"Beatrice lines up next to Naia and offers her breast butt with a voice that sounds like she's submitting something.Beatrice has a stronger percentage of libido than Naia. Greed for pleasure, honesty is a good battle with Tess, I think.However, I can see that I'm not confident in my style. I can feel the verse inside me saying that that's where the neck becomes and that I can love my body in the weird wind I want it to end right away and just go to production. Guess from normal behavior rather than a habit of buttocks and systemic modus operandi around here.I want Beatrice to understand. He says I'm not only a busty woman and a premier lollipop, but a man who can equally love normal thin tits and buttocks.... Well, I can't deny I was a boob supremacist before I started holding Jeanne or Angelos?But it's a good one. There's nothing in the nudity of our female slaves that can't stir up lust. Thanks to the Spirit Springs for polishing any naked to the finest, but they're all good material and they're all beautiful.So, Beatrice doesn't seem to have this kind of anxiety about my sexuality of taking off her pussy, but whether she's disappointed with the body of a clap even if she does because of it.So instead of hesitating to expose yourself to the stage of being taken off, I show you how much I want it to end quickly.It's the same as Naia's that there's a change in signs at the moment of being taken off, but Beatrice's mixes it with something somewhere inferior, something like despair.... well, take off your breasts next to a fine Naia, even though your back length is not very different. I can't help but think it's being compared.And such Beatrice's nasty jealousy is secretly fun too.Like Naia, I'm not going to point it all out, and I don't need to unify my reactions.One day Beatrice will also understand that there is no point in such a comparison. But you don't have to hurry to reduce what you include and make it a pale reaction.Now I enjoy happiness as I rub and stroke my two youthful, tense asses."... finally, what's so fun... I wish I could use your dick soon...""Don't rush, Beatrice. Normally, a man's sexuality doesn't hold up enough to go on and on...""I'm not calming my libido about anything. Now he's just biting off his flirtatious identity the way he wants on these two brave men's asses.""But I'm not a brave man anymore.""... female slaves in the main business..."They both crawl their fingers from their butthole into the perineum at the same time, catching each clitoris between their middle finger pharmacopoeia from under their crotch."Hih...""Ah... there it is..."There is a slight difference in sensitivity, but Clitoris is still both a weakness, flashly reacting to the body if you say so, upside down or lean.Either Naia can do it faster. Well, Naia is quick to start messing with, and she has a lot of experience in the first place.Let Beatrice be patient with a little finger irritation, while she decides to ejaculate with Naia's vagina."... All right, that's the main business then... Naia. Be a both-belly brave man with my dick.""... Yes, yes..."If he stood up with Beatrice's labia rubbing his penis against Naia's legs, Naia nodded with her intoxicated eyes at the pleasures and expectations of slavery.of the main business called female slavery, plus the main business. I mean, pregnancy.Once again let the joy seep out of the womb into the joy of being accepted as one another's aspirations, Naia falls back and protrudes in an attempt to accept the penis.Instinct and reason, emotions and duties.The joy of everything going to the same place and getting there.Instincts scream that they want to drown in the pleasure of sex, reason prompts them to give birth to a child, "I like it," and emotions abound, and this is the certainty that the duty of female slaves pokes and moves Naia.I respond rigidly to a clumsy ex-brainer who can't be honest with his desires unless he's so completely forgiven."Uh-huh... uh-huh..."The meat bars bury in the flesh.swallowed.Getting greedy.The further into the back of her vagina, the more female instincts are passed on over the mucous membrane, and Beatrice is smothered like a scream as I shudder and shake my fingers and grasp her groin in such a way that it can be lifted later."... but don't push me back any more! I thought about it, but I don't care what you think about the last one." "Why do you look so dissatisfied...""... Something's about to fly in order because this guy claims himself right away""Yeah. I think so, too"Lleida was finally able to enter the room, but Maia and Emma were watching her harshly.It's okay, because you guys and Leila and Corti are gonna get inside in order. Forgive him enough to enter the cabin.cont 'd
