Chapter 801: Moonlight Porn Dance 1 [Knoll]
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Bright summer night on the moon. In the "Flying Yari Room" placed in the garden of the house, two dark elf beauties are in a local exposed dancer costume, waiting for the beginning of the matter.
The lights floating around to read the porn scrolls, I had them turned off.
Originally, when I floated the lights and brightened them up, I thought this would be quite an atmosphere for women who floated in the blue and white moonlight, even though it was a development that took into account me not as a dark sighted race.
Well, let's take a look at our husband.
Mr. Lucino from Twin Tails and Mr. Knoll from Wanren Long.
In the dim darkness of the invisible backlight of detail, that's the only way to tell.
And the guitar at hand...... well, I'm the type of guy who originally plays with his senses, so even if he doesn't really see it, he's not that much of an obstacle.
"I only play it once in a while, so I hope you don't mind if the pace is slightly disturbed or the sound is off"
"Yes."
"You're just obsessed with playing and you can't watch us dance... how nasty is that? If it's bad, I'm just gonna clap my hands and dance."
Mr. Knoll whispers in a flattering tone.
They desert southern dancers originally seem to dominate dancing in percussion rhythms.
So if there are no instruments or performers in the pub at the end of the day, is it a common pattern to accompany and dance with the sounds of the counters, floors and dishes pounding there? Then even the drunk old men can handle it, and the worst is just clapping.
But well, you want to nash such a cluttered compromise on top professional opponents who show off their superb complexion and hobby.
I'm an amateur, but I'm willing to work hard if I can color my best moments with my own hands.
"Okay...... one, two"
Gently clap with your fingertips, then start playing.
Nail Playing Melody is a song I learned to hear at Basson's Tavern. Occasionally, travelers stopped by.
There was also a location near the border, which seemed to be just the right place for road bank earners, and once they stayed, about half a month to a month, they went around liquor stores all over town to perform music and arts.
After it left, I would miss the tavern, so it was up to our crew to imitate it with amateur art in the play. Mostly it was just drunken play, screwed up and made me laugh, but me, Isaac and Williams are the ones who can do it. Especially Isaac's song was too beautiful to twist and fly over the performers.
Well, anyway. That's how in the song I got my hands on, Sama with one guitar, and besides, I keep the moving tempo of a desert dancer, and then there's only one song I remember until the end.... I can't remember if even a good song is too long, and vice versa, the one that only has a short phrase repetition is excluded because even if you can imitate it, you don't have the chili and you have to och yourself.
……♪
Tons, tons, tons, and Mr. Knoll jump lightly to grasp the tempo and begin to dance like butterflies through the moonlight.
A long limb moves around a thin light in the light. It's not magic, but thinly painted scented oil that shines back into the moonlight.
To the art of charming with flesh, magical performances are incomplete.
Draw a line magnificently in the darkness, and "beauty" expresses "beauty".
Her alias gemstone butterfly is said to be a butterfly with wonderfully brilliant feathers, distributed near the desert. If they hurt their feathers or die, they fade, making them worthless. It has to use magic to capture them, and they can't keep them for long, so it's just the only way they enjoy growing their favorite flowers and watching them dance in the wild, he said.
I think it's a free girlfriend alias, but instead of wearing a collar to fade, she adds more luster and shine.
For the first time you will hear a song, give it a brilliant ride on your feet, arms clattering. Vertically and horizontally, a move that occupies a lot of space and singles out a man's gaze.
And most importantly, provoke a man in between such physical activity beauty, chest, buttocks, luscious fingers emphasizing the lower abdomen, hipsters.
Without a word, and even though only breath and performances dominate the place, she's intertwined, "Do you want to rub it? You want to be inserted? Looks like a penis cos here......? Is that okay?," he whispers throughout his body.
Exceptional dance skills, and her intense presence as a woman, deliver a direct message to a man's instincts.
He said he was the best beauty in itself, and the best female who could satisfy roughly all of a man's desires.
If you don't get it as soon as possible and put a meat stick in that female hole, it's a sexual treasure that no one will take away from you.
Let the man roll, let him rise, let him get drunk, let him rush. It's just physical activity that deludes the man in front of you and leads him to fanaticism.
I'm totally hit by Mr. Knoll's fearsome dance, and I just don't want to end the mess in front of me. I just keep playing.
Already under the guitar my penis is shivering at the premonition of female meat. I think maybe you're ejaculating before you know it.
The enthusiasm that Mr. Knoll's dance and expression sends to my heart evokes the urge to be cool every once in a while and make me lose sight of my condition.
Surprisingly enough to notice, my fingers barely stopped...... I can't wait to see the moment in her vagina that I recognize it so late that my hand remembers it more than I thought it would be, while at the same time releasing my desire so violently.
But I want to watch that beauty for a little longer. Music blends with female body dynamics, and I just don't want to end even the extravagant time.
Enjoy contradictory emotions, but just move your fingers and continue playing amateurs that are not commensurate with the dancer.
Eventually, the song comes to an end.
As he had calculated the moment from the beginning, Mr. Knoll posed, rotating gracefully laterally, and the dance is over.
I get confused and drop my hand off the neck. I can't handle the art that unfolded in front of me, just directed at me.
Seeing it, Mr. Knoll smiles and approaches me with a luscious walk that twists his hips.
"Well done... heh, the most hazy feeling, there was..."
"... Yes"
She also said that she couldn't dance at once, and that if she could dance at her best, she would be daughtered in the aftermath.
The dance now, coinciding with my performance and created for me alone, apparently brings that kind of mood to her.
"... most importantly, my brother... should I call you my husband now? Maybe it was a passage because I thought an atsy fuck with you was waiting for me right away..."
"... eh"
My throat rings.
I have Mr. Knoll's nudity in front of me.
It's a dancer costume but I haven't hidden my ass, genitals or breasts at all, I'm setting myself on fire with nothing to refuse sex to, my sister-in-law's flesh, who has sworn to be my only female slave already, is at a huggable distance.
The incarnation of beauty is craving my penis.
Throw the guitar out and try to jump on Mr. Knoll. Before that, Mr. Knoll drops his hips softly and grabs my hand and holds it down.
"... you want to frame me right away, don't you? But because of the size of the bed, Lucino is waiting for his turn..."
"Huh...?
Mr. Knoll shows Mr. Luchino sideways with a prank grin as he himself looks away from his passion.
The "Flying Yari Room" bed is spacious, almost half the side of the room 5 meters square.
If it's that wide, it can also be in a position to capture Mr. Luchino in the front of it, framing him in a normal position with Mr. Knoll.
And while I'm swallowed up in Mr. Knoll's vagina, I'm putting up my guitar again.
"... Um, Mr. Knoll"
"Huh... what, dissatisfied?
"... Sex wants to focus on sex, or it's hard to play guitar while having an asshole fuck with Mr. Knoll..."
"Heh heh. Don't you mind if I bump Lucino's excitement at the dance?
"Isn't that what happens when you hit the person first to get rid of the roll at the dance earlier and then the next thing you know!?
"Well, then it's not pathetic that your penis is still free. Drop so much juice first."
"Even though I'm distracted and tight just to watch a porn perfect dance and play it in a bin, playing it while having sex isn't something I can't talk about anymore!?
"Sooo. Then let Lucino dance with a clap of hands. ♪ While you're waving, but you can slap your hands enough, right? I'll slap you with me."
"That's so pitiful of Mr. Lucino! Or what I'm saying is I'm just trying to do it in order without being forced to do it at the same time!?
I say it like a scream, but Mr. Lucino is waiting to play the window back.
"Either way, though? Instead, you can let me ejaculate the next time Sister Knoll dances, right?
"Yes, majority voting. My brother wants to see you dance inside quickly."
"... I'd love to see that."
Unable to concentrate sex and dance watching is going to continue.
... but only Mr. Lucino's first dance played guitar willingly.
Yeah. I did my best. The moment I ejaculated into Mr. Knoll's vagina just stopped playing, though.
(cont 'd)
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Bright summer night on the moon. In the "Flying Yari Room" placed in the garden of the house, two dark elf beauties are in a local exposed dancer costume, waiting for the beginning of the matter.
The lights floating around to read the porn scrolls, I had them turned off.
Originally, when I floated the lights and brightened them up, I thought this would be quite an atmosphere for women who floated in the blue and white moonlight, even though it was a development that took into account me not as a dark sighted race.
Well, let's take a look at our husband.
Mr. Lucino from Twin Tails and Mr. Knoll from Wanren Long.
In the dim darkness of the invisible backlight of detail, that's the only way to tell.
And the guitar at hand...... well, I'm the type of guy who originally plays with his senses, so even if he doesn't really see it, he's not that much of an obstacle.
"I only play it once in a while, so I hope you don't mind if the pace is slightly disturbed or the sound is off"
"Yes."
"You're just obsessed with playing and you can't watch us dance... how nasty is that? If it's bad, I'm just gonna clap my hands and dance."
Mr. Knoll whispers in a flattering tone.
They desert southern dancers originally seem to dominate dancing in percussion rhythms.
So if there are no instruments or performers in the pub at the end of the day, is it a common pattern to accompany and dance with the sounds of the counters, floors and dishes pounding there? Then even the drunk old men can handle it, and the worst is just clapping.
But well, you want to nash such a cluttered compromise on top professional opponents who show off their superb complexion and hobby.
I'm an amateur, but I'm willing to work hard if I can color my best moments with my own hands.
"Okay...... one, two"
Gently clap with your fingertips, then start playing.
Nail Playing Melody is a song I learned to hear at Basson's Tavern. Occasionally, travelers stopped by.
There was also a location near the border, which seemed to be just the right place for road bank earners, and once they stayed, about half a month to a month, they went around liquor stores all over town to perform music and arts.
After it left, I would miss the tavern, so it was up to our crew to imitate it with amateur art in the play. Mostly it was just drunken play, screwed up and made me laugh, but me, Isaac and Williams are the ones who can do it. Especially Isaac's song was too beautiful to twist and fly over the performers.
Well, anyway. That's how in the song I got my hands on, Sama with one guitar, and besides, I keep the moving tempo of a desert dancer, and then there's only one song I remember until the end.... I can't remember if even a good song is too long, and vice versa, the one that only has a short phrase repetition is excluded because even if you can imitate it, you don't have the chili and you have to och yourself.
……♪
Tons, tons, tons, and Mr. Knoll jump lightly to grasp the tempo and begin to dance like butterflies through the moonlight.
A long limb moves around a thin light in the light. It's not magic, but thinly painted scented oil that shines back into the moonlight.
To the art of charming with flesh, magical performances are incomplete.
Draw a line magnificently in the darkness, and "beauty" expresses "beauty".
Her alias gemstone butterfly is said to be a butterfly with wonderfully brilliant feathers, distributed near the desert. If they hurt their feathers or die, they fade, making them worthless. It has to use magic to capture them, and they can't keep them for long, so it's just the only way they enjoy growing their favorite flowers and watching them dance in the wild, he said.
I think it's a free girlfriend alias, but instead of wearing a collar to fade, she adds more luster and shine.
For the first time you will hear a song, give it a brilliant ride on your feet, arms clattering. Vertically and horizontally, a move that occupies a lot of space and singles out a man's gaze.
And most importantly, provoke a man in between such physical activity beauty, chest, buttocks, luscious fingers emphasizing the lower abdomen, hipsters.
Without a word, and even though only breath and performances dominate the place, she's intertwined, "Do you want to rub it? You want to be inserted? Looks like a penis cos here......? Is that okay?," he whispers throughout his body.
Exceptional dance skills, and her intense presence as a woman, deliver a direct message to a man's instincts.
He said he was the best beauty in itself, and the best female who could satisfy roughly all of a man's desires.
If you don't get it as soon as possible and put a meat stick in that female hole, it's a sexual treasure that no one will take away from you.
Let the man roll, let him rise, let him get drunk, let him rush. It's just physical activity that deludes the man in front of you and leads him to fanaticism.
I'm totally hit by Mr. Knoll's fearsome dance, and I just don't want to end the mess in front of me. I just keep playing.
Already under the guitar my penis is shivering at the premonition of female meat. I think maybe you're ejaculating before you know it.
The enthusiasm that Mr. Knoll's dance and expression sends to my heart evokes the urge to be cool every once in a while and make me lose sight of my condition.
Surprisingly enough to notice, my fingers barely stopped...... I can't wait to see the moment in her vagina that I recognize it so late that my hand remembers it more than I thought it would be, while at the same time releasing my desire so violently.
But I want to watch that beauty for a little longer. Music blends with female body dynamics, and I just don't want to end even the extravagant time.
Enjoy contradictory emotions, but just move your fingers and continue playing amateurs that are not commensurate with the dancer.
Eventually, the song comes to an end.
As he had calculated the moment from the beginning, Mr. Knoll posed, rotating gracefully laterally, and the dance is over.
I get confused and drop my hand off the neck. I can't handle the art that unfolded in front of me, just directed at me.
Seeing it, Mr. Knoll smiles and approaches me with a luscious walk that twists his hips.
"Well done... heh, the most hazy feeling, there was..."
"... Yes"
She also said that she couldn't dance at once, and that if she could dance at her best, she would be daughtered in the aftermath.
The dance now, coinciding with my performance and created for me alone, apparently brings that kind of mood to her.
"... most importantly, my brother... should I call you my husband now? Maybe it was a passage because I thought an atsy fuck with you was waiting for me right away..."
"... eh"
My throat rings.
I have Mr. Knoll's nudity in front of me.
It's a dancer costume but I haven't hidden my ass, genitals or breasts at all, I'm setting myself on fire with nothing to refuse sex to, my sister-in-law's flesh, who has sworn to be my only female slave already, is at a huggable distance.
The incarnation of beauty is craving my penis.
Throw the guitar out and try to jump on Mr. Knoll. Before that, Mr. Knoll drops his hips softly and grabs my hand and holds it down.
"... you want to frame me right away, don't you? But because of the size of the bed, Lucino is waiting for his turn..."
"Huh...?
Mr. Knoll shows Mr. Luchino sideways with a prank grin as he himself looks away from his passion.
The "Flying Yari Room" bed is spacious, almost half the side of the room 5 meters square.
If it's that wide, it can also be in a position to capture Mr. Luchino in the front of it, framing him in a normal position with Mr. Knoll.
And while I'm swallowed up in Mr. Knoll's vagina, I'm putting up my guitar again.
"... Um, Mr. Knoll"
"Huh... what, dissatisfied?
"... Sex wants to focus on sex, or it's hard to play guitar while having an asshole fuck with Mr. Knoll..."
"Heh heh. Don't you mind if I bump Lucino's excitement at the dance?
"Isn't that what happens when you hit the person first to get rid of the roll at the dance earlier and then the next thing you know!?
"Well, then it's not pathetic that your penis is still free. Drop so much juice first."
"Even though I'm distracted and tight just to watch a porn perfect dance and play it in a bin, playing it while having sex isn't something I can't talk about anymore!?
"Sooo. Then let Lucino dance with a clap of hands. ♪ While you're waving, but you can slap your hands enough, right? I'll slap you with me."
"That's so pitiful of Mr. Lucino! Or what I'm saying is I'm just trying to do it in order without being forced to do it at the same time!?
I say it like a scream, but Mr. Lucino is waiting to play the window back.
"Either way, though? Instead, you can let me ejaculate the next time Sister Knoll dances, right?
"Yes, majority voting. My brother wants to see you dance inside quickly."
"... I'd love to see that."
Unable to concentrate sex and dance watching is going to continue.
... but only Mr. Lucino's first dance played guitar willingly.
Yeah. I did my best. The moment I ejaculated into Mr. Knoll's vagina just stopped playing, though.
(cont 'd)
Bright summer night on the moon. In the "Flying Yari Room" placed in the garden of the house, two dark elf beauties are in a local exposed dancer costume, waiting for the beginning of the matter.The lights floating around to read the porn scrolls, I had them turned off.Originally, when I floated the lights and brightened them up, I thought this would be quite an atmosphere for women who floated in the blue and white moonlight, even though it was a development that took into account me not as a dark sighted race.Well, let's take a look at our husband.Mr. Lucino from Twin Tails and Mr. Knoll from Wanren Long.In the dim darkness of the invisible backlight of detail, that's the only way to tell.And the guitar at hand...... well, I'm the type of guy who originally plays with his senses, so even if he doesn't really see it, he's not that much of an obstacle."I only play it once in a while, so I hope you don't mind if the pace is slightly disturbed or the sound is off""Yes.""You're just obsessed with playing and you can't watch us dance... how nasty is that? If it's bad, I'm just gonna clap my hands and dance."Mr. Knoll whispers in a flattering tone.They desert southern dancers originally seem to dominate dancing in percussion rhythms.So if there are no instruments or performers in the pub at the end of the day, is it a common pattern to accompany and dance with the sounds of the counters, floors and dishes pounding there? Then even the drunk old men can handle it, and the worst is just clapping.But well, you want to nash such a cluttered compromise on top professional opponents who show off their superb complexion and hobby.I'm an amateur, but I'm willing to work hard if I can color my best moments with my own hands."Okay...... one, two"Gently clap with your fingertips, then start playing.Nail Playing Melody is a song I learned to hear at Basson's Tavern. Occasionally, travelers stopped by.There was also a location near the border, which seemed to be just the right place for road bank earners, and once they stayed, about half a month to a month, they went around liquor stores all over town to perform music and arts.After it left, I would miss the tavern, so it was up to our crew to imitate it with amateur art in the play. Mostly it was just drunken play, screwed up and made me laugh, but me, Isaac and Williams are the ones who can do it. Especially Isaac's song was too beautiful to twist and fly over the performers.Well, anyway. That's how in the song I got my hands on, Sama with one guitar, and besides, I keep the moving tempo of a desert dancer, and then there's only one song I remember until the end.... I can't remember if even a good song is too long, and vice versa, the one that only has a short phrase repetition is excluded because even if you can imitate it, you don't have the chili and you have to och yourself.Tons, tons, tons, and Mr. Knoll jump lightly to grasp the tempo and begin to dance like butterflies through the moonlight.A long limb moves around a thin light in the light. It's not magic, but thinly painted scented oil that shines back into the moonlight.To the art of charming with flesh, magical performances are incomplete.Draw a line magnificently in the darkness, and "beauty" expresses "beauty".Her alias gemstone butterfly is said to be a butterfly with wonderfully brilliant feathers, distributed near the desert. If they hurt their feathers or die, they fade, making them worthless. It has to use magic to capture them, and they can't keep them for long, so it's just the only way they enjoy growing their favorite flowers and watching them dance in the wild, he said.I think it's a free girlfriend alias, but instead of wearing a collar to fade, she adds more luster and shine.For the first time you will hear a song, give it a brilliant ride on your feet, arms clattering. Vertically and horizontally, a move that occupies a lot of space and singles out a man's gaze.And most importantly, provoke a man in between such physical activity beauty, chest, buttocks, luscious fingers emphasizing the lower abdomen, hipsters.Without a word, and even though only breath and performances dominate the place, she's intertwined, "Do you want to rub it? You want to be inserted? Looks like a penis cos here......? Is that okay?," he whispers throughout his body.Exceptional dance skills, and her intense presence as a woman, deliver a direct message to a man's instincts.He said he was the best beauty in itself, and the best female who could satisfy roughly all of a man's desires.If you don't get it as soon as possible and put a meat stick in that female hole, it's a sexual treasure that no one will take away from you.Let the man roll, let him rise, let him get drunk, let him rush. It's just physical activity that deludes the man in front of you and leads him to fanaticism.I'm totally hit by Mr. Knoll's fearsome dance, and I just don't want to end the mess in front of me. I just keep playing.Already under the guitar my penis is shivering at the premonition of female meat. I think maybe you're ejaculating before you know it.The enthusiasm that Mr. Knoll's dance and expression sends to my heart evokes the urge to be cool every once in a while and make me lose sight of my condition.Surprisingly enough to notice, my fingers barely stopped...... I can't wait to see the moment in her vagina that I recognize it so late that my hand remembers it more than I thought it would be, while at the same time releasing my desire so violently.But I want to watch that beauty for a little longer. Music blends with female body dynamics, and I just don't want to end even the extravagant time.Enjoy contradictory emotions, but just move your fingers and continue playing amateurs that are not commensurate with the dancer.Eventually, the song comes to an end.As he had calculated the moment from the beginning, Mr. Knoll posed, rotating gracefully laterally, and the dance is over.I get confused and drop my hand off the neck. I can't handle the art that unfolded in front of me, just directed at me.Seeing it, Mr. Knoll smiles and approaches me with a luscious walk that twists his hips."Well done... heh, the most hazy feeling, there was...""... Yes"She also said that she couldn't dance at once, and that if she could dance at her best, she would be daughtered in the aftermath.The dance now, coinciding with my performance and created for me alone, apparently brings that kind of mood to her."... most importantly, my brother... should I call you my husband now? Maybe it was a passage because I thought an atsy fuck with you was waiting for me right away...""... eh"My throat rings.I have Mr. Knoll's nudity in front of me.It's a dancer costume but I haven't hidden my ass, genitals or breasts at all, I'm setting myself on fire with nothing to refuse sex to, my sister-in-law's flesh, who has sworn to be my only female slave already, is at a huggable distance.The incarnation of beauty is craving my penis.Throw the guitar out and try to jump on Mr. Knoll. Before that, Mr. Knoll drops his hips softly and grabs my hand and holds it down."... you want to frame me right away, don't you? But because of the size of the bed, Lucino is waiting for his turn...""Huh...? Mr. Knoll shows Mr. Luchino sideways with a prank grin as he himself looks away from his passion.The "Flying Yari Room" bed is spacious, almost half the side of the room 5 meters square.If it's that wide, it can also be in a position to capture Mr. Luchino in the front of it, framing him in a normal position with Mr. Knoll.And while I'm swallowed up in Mr. Knoll's vagina, I'm putting up my guitar again."... Um, Mr. Knoll""Huh... what, dissatisfied? "... Sex wants to focus on sex, or it's hard to play guitar while having an asshole fuck with Mr. Knoll...""Heh heh. Don't you mind if I bump Lucino's excitement at the dance? "Isn't that what happens when you hit the person first to get rid of the roll at the dance earlier and then the next thing you know!? "Well, then it's not pathetic that your penis is still free. Drop so much juice first.""Even though I'm distracted and tight just to watch a porn perfect dance and play it in a bin, playing it while having sex isn't something I can't talk about anymore!? "Sooo. Then let Lucino dance with a clap of hands. While you're waving, but you can slap your hands enough, right? I'll slap you with me.""That's so pitiful of Mr. Lucino! Or what I'm saying is I'm just trying to do it in order without being forced to do it at the same time!? I say it like a scream, but Mr. Lucino is waiting to play the window back."Either way, though? Instead, you can let me ejaculate the next time Sister Knoll dances, right? "Yes, majority voting. My brother wants to see you dance inside quickly.""... I'd love to see that."Unable to concentrate sex and dance watching is going to continue.... but only Mr. Lucino's first dance played guitar willingly.Yeah. I did my best. The moment I ejaculated into Mr. Knoll's vagina just stopped playing, though.cont 'd
