Chapter 838: Peach Township of Love 5 [Lyda]
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The meat bars are intertwined with the definite resistance of the vagina, which is not yet used to, and the feeling of intense love liquid, which is still wet in desire.
Feel free to push through it. The dense squeeze of female meat is stirred with a man's desire and pushed through.
If you break in until you get in, now pull out for pleasure.
The resistance turns untrained as it is, and the twisted vaginal hydra intertwines with the meat bars to release them, chasing them, sparing the remnants of the foreign senses as they caress the whole thing.
Dive right in there again.
Female holes that never get bored rejoice in the signs of males entering again forcefully, intoxicated by their flavors as they increase their covetousness.
Lyda's vaginal hole was delighting with different expressions on this extraction of my penis.
"Mmm... oh Lord... Dear..."
Lyda, intoxicated by her own female instincts, holds me close to remembering her purpose.
"Sorry.................. I'm happy that you're like this... ♪ Honestly, I'd like to forget about your hobbies... ♪"
"Mm-hmm... well..."
There's nothing like losing consciousness with pleasure.
Except for the thought of forgetting reason and indulging in a happy experience.
Originally a rational creature, the Dragon tribe, but I guess I can't contain the desire to forget everything and have fun in my reproductive behavior with riders, just as people lose the temptations of alcohol and gambling......
It's a very subtle line, but I just feel like this is something a little different than talking about wanting to have sex or having deep love.
As far as I'm concerned, the fact that the dragon wants to have sex with something is limited to women, and the man's dragon doesn't feel so forceful. No, of course, I'm having trouble getting a guy to push me, but even in Bauzz and Safr or something with a partner, it doesn't seem like I have any particular obsession with sex.
That's because I'm a sketchy bastard who loves harem sex, so as a dragon, you're right to entertain me like that, of course.
but I also feel the momentum that I don't think that's all.
... maybe, but there is a logical development behind it that it is not a single issue such as the feeling of sex or love, but that "dragons are the spiritual pleasure of serving the supreme being of riders stronger" and that "female dragons are the superior service of having male riders' children".
Even in the same breeding activity "planting children in female riders" is not a service because of the heavy burden.
Make it not contraindicated, of course, if we want it between ourselves, I guess from the instincts of the dragon, or from cultural values, it's not necessarily an option to jump into.
Considering that, I am convinced not only of Lleida, but also of the way Dragon Palace effortlessly issues a scattered OK declaration.
I guess the Palace has a common perception that female dragons normally want to dedicate their bodies to male riders and everything they want to be impregnated irresponsibly.
... what an analysis, Lyda in her ear, as she whispers.
"Well, thanks to you, I won't be rewarded... excuse me, I'll fight back..."
Gyu, cuddle up, wrap your legs around your hips from the bottom, and Rheda creates a posture that won't let me get away.
Then he starts using his hips to suddenly twirl with his lower body off the low table while supporting his body with his upper body.
"Whoa... this, this... I could...!?
"Other, female slaves... let me steal your skill, let me take it... ♪ Lord's, semen... squeeze, let me take it, let me take it... ♪"
Must be Mr. Cosmos, Mr. Gloria, or Mr. Knoll.
You must have seen and archaized the sexually experienced female slaves' techniques of squeezing. To play, and you do that a lot.
but I can't just lose it either. Sex like a fight, isn't it?
"This is going to be fun... me too, we're going to get busted!
"Uh-huh."
I shake my hips forcefully too, as against Lyda's hipsters.
Lleda leaves it to its youthful flesh and athletic abilities to rub her hips unscrupulously, so it's hard to shake them in sync. How many times does the clap come off this one, but I still screw it right in and keep going.
Not in terms of pleasure.
But when we seek more intense sex with each other, and we intend to make them crazy, and screw it up as a result, and forgive each other for it to continue... such work does bring back something that we were kind of too used to progressing through sex solemnly.
Every time my penis falls out, I let myself go, rub my chest, and give her a deceptive kiss.
Once your hips start gaining momentum again by exploring where to insert with your hands, screwing them and stroking Lyda, who looks relieved as if you've had the toys taken back, it becomes another fierce competition of hipsters aimed at giving each other pleasure.
You can fail as many times as you want. You can have sex with Motamota.
We don't blame each other with words or apologize to each other, we just enjoy the crappy bumps of passion left to impulse.
Saliva spills from a rough kiss on only half of Lyda's braided hair. My sweat falls and stains instead of a sweat that doesn't rheda.
You might smell it later, what a little sorry, but still leave it to each other's instincts to fix it and hit each other on the hips over and over again.
I just swap out all the exhales, and I can tell how long I've been obsessed and enjoying the beast sex, and that it seems kind of fun to see it, and when I realize it, I'm pulling into the backyard and looking at it with interest, and Emma's gaze as I'm still touring, we're just gazing, and it's time to ejaculate.
"... Lord"
"Lyda."
"... I like it, Lord... use me more... I don't care if it's for semen only... I don't mind more..."
"... you...!
I think it's a bad idea to say that at the end of the day.
I want you to understand, my God, I'm sure all female slaves think.
But I still don't realize if you don't tell me, and sometimes I get the wrong idea of "I guess it's enough" with my hands.
I really can't pick it up if everyone says it without bounds, but.
There's no way you can make a female slave of someone you don't like when they tell you to stand up.
"I guess that's the first thing you say!
span, and slammed his hips hard, pushing his turtle head behind the tamed meat sinus back and forth again and again, ejaculating.
"Mm-hmm... ahhh... ♪ Full of... spreading... the Lord's semen... ♪"
Lyda takes an uncommonsense amount of ejaculation happily in the back of the fetus, shaking satisfactorily.
"Yes, good luck ♪ Oh, let's not screw Emma like that. Now the temperature difference in feelings is amazing, and it's not fair to repeat it as you see it."
Emma is blatantly disappointed that Mr. Cosmos is about to rise to the wrap-up.
"You don't have to worry about temperature differences or anything...... I'm a female slave, and I'm ready to fit in with the Lord everywhere"
"That's not gonna make you."
"Mmmm..."
Emma who seems dissatisfied.
And when I realize it, Mr. Seema is stopping by.
"Eh heh. I'm gonna lick the rest of the juice."
"... what happened to the store"
"I closed it. It was just the two of us in St. Gard."
…………
Princess Lan and Fiona?
Well, even if you were asking, you'd guess quite a bit... I might have to follow up with you later.
"Wait. I think I have every right to lick it."
"If you say rights, I'm a female slave, too."
"No, don't argue over the aftermath of someone else's sex, Mr. Sheema or Emma."
Do you want to lick that much of the penis that was stuck in someone else's manko? I don't really want to think about who or who first, but I really don't like it.
"Oh, please let me shave for the last time."
"No, Mr. Cosmos, last one."
"My penis shabu-shabu is a hobby, so it doesn't matter if there's no juice left. Don't worry, I won't waste my time shooting you."
Even if they say so with a bright smile......
"Let's just say... what about Emma? Time to put it down for a while and rearrange?
"That's what it is."
In the end, Mr. Cosmos matches Pong, with his hands in front of his abundant chest, as he looks down at Sheema and Emma, who are double-ferreting his chin from left to right.
"It's a good chance, and why don't you go Tulk? In this face."
"... in this face?
"Yes"
... in this face? Mr. Seema, Emma, Lyda and...... Mr. Cosmos and me?
Isn't it nice to go away?
(cont 'd)
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The meat bars are intertwined with the definite resistance of the vagina, which is not yet used to, and the feeling of intense love liquid, which is still wet in desire.
Feel free to push through it. The dense squeeze of female meat is stirred with a man's desire and pushed through.
If you break in until you get in, now pull out for pleasure.
The resistance turns untrained as it is, and the twisted vaginal hydra intertwines with the meat bars to release them, chasing them, sparing the remnants of the foreign senses as they caress the whole thing.
Dive right in there again.
Female holes that never get bored rejoice in the signs of males entering again forcefully, intoxicated by their flavors as they increase their covetousness.
Lyda's vaginal hole was delighting with different expressions on this extraction of my penis.
"Mmm... oh Lord... Dear..."
Lyda, intoxicated by her own female instincts, holds me close to remembering her purpose.
"Sorry.................. I'm happy that you're like this... ♪ Honestly, I'd like to forget about your hobbies... ♪"
"Mm-hmm... well..."
There's nothing like losing consciousness with pleasure.
Except for the thought of forgetting reason and indulging in a happy experience.
Originally a rational creature, the Dragon tribe, but I guess I can't contain the desire to forget everything and have fun in my reproductive behavior with riders, just as people lose the temptations of alcohol and gambling......
It's a very subtle line, but I just feel like this is something a little different than talking about wanting to have sex or having deep love.
As far as I'm concerned, the fact that the dragon wants to have sex with something is limited to women, and the man's dragon doesn't feel so forceful. No, of course, I'm having trouble getting a guy to push me, but even in Bauzz and Safr or something with a partner, it doesn't seem like I have any particular obsession with sex.
That's because I'm a sketchy bastard who loves harem sex, so as a dragon, you're right to entertain me like that, of course.
but I also feel the momentum that I don't think that's all.
... maybe, but there is a logical development behind it that it is not a single issue such as the feeling of sex or love, but that "dragons are the spiritual pleasure of serving the supreme being of riders stronger" and that "female dragons are the superior service of having male riders' children".
Even in the same breeding activity "planting children in female riders" is not a service because of the heavy burden.
Make it not contraindicated, of course, if we want it between ourselves, I guess from the instincts of the dragon, or from cultural values, it's not necessarily an option to jump into.
Considering that, I am convinced not only of Lleida, but also of the way Dragon Palace effortlessly issues a scattered OK declaration.
I guess the Palace has a common perception that female dragons normally want to dedicate their bodies to male riders and everything they want to be impregnated irresponsibly.
... what an analysis, Lyda in her ear, as she whispers.
"Well, thanks to you, I won't be rewarded... excuse me, I'll fight back..."
Gyu, cuddle up, wrap your legs around your hips from the bottom, and Rheda creates a posture that won't let me get away.
Then he starts using his hips to suddenly twirl with his lower body off the low table while supporting his body with his upper body.
"Whoa... this, this... I could...!?
"Other, female slaves... let me steal your skill, let me take it... ♪ Lord's, semen... squeeze, let me take it, let me take it... ♪"
Must be Mr. Cosmos, Mr. Gloria, or Mr. Knoll.
You must have seen and archaized the sexually experienced female slaves' techniques of squeezing. To play, and you do that a lot.
but I can't just lose it either. Sex like a fight, isn't it?
"This is going to be fun... me too, we're going to get busted!
"Uh-huh."
I shake my hips forcefully too, as against Lyda's hipsters.
Lleda leaves it to its youthful flesh and athletic abilities to rub her hips unscrupulously, so it's hard to shake them in sync. How many times does the clap come off this one, but I still screw it right in and keep going.
Not in terms of pleasure.
But when we seek more intense sex with each other, and we intend to make them crazy, and screw it up as a result, and forgive each other for it to continue... such work does bring back something that we were kind of too used to progressing through sex solemnly.
Every time my penis falls out, I let myself go, rub my chest, and give her a deceptive kiss.
Once your hips start gaining momentum again by exploring where to insert with your hands, screwing them and stroking Lyda, who looks relieved as if you've had the toys taken back, it becomes another fierce competition of hipsters aimed at giving each other pleasure.
You can fail as many times as you want. You can have sex with Motamota.
We don't blame each other with words or apologize to each other, we just enjoy the crappy bumps of passion left to impulse.
Saliva spills from a rough kiss on only half of Lyda's braided hair. My sweat falls and stains instead of a sweat that doesn't rheda.
You might smell it later, what a little sorry, but still leave it to each other's instincts to fix it and hit each other on the hips over and over again.
I just swap out all the exhales, and I can tell how long I've been obsessed and enjoying the beast sex, and that it seems kind of fun to see it, and when I realize it, I'm pulling into the backyard and looking at it with interest, and Emma's gaze as I'm still touring, we're just gazing, and it's time to ejaculate.
"... Lord"
"Lyda."
"... I like it, Lord... use me more... I don't care if it's for semen only... I don't mind more..."
"... you...!
I think it's a bad idea to say that at the end of the day.
I want you to understand, my God, I'm sure all female slaves think.
But I still don't realize if you don't tell me, and sometimes I get the wrong idea of "I guess it's enough" with my hands.
I really can't pick it up if everyone says it without bounds, but.
There's no way you can make a female slave of someone you don't like when they tell you to stand up.
"I guess that's the first thing you say!
span, and slammed his hips hard, pushing his turtle head behind the tamed meat sinus back and forth again and again, ejaculating.
"Mm-hmm... ahhh... ♪ Full of... spreading... the Lord's semen... ♪"
Lyda takes an uncommonsense amount of ejaculation happily in the back of the fetus, shaking satisfactorily.
"Yes, good luck ♪ Oh, let's not screw Emma like that. Now the temperature difference in feelings is amazing, and it's not fair to repeat it as you see it."
Emma is blatantly disappointed that Mr. Cosmos is about to rise to the wrap-up.
"You don't have to worry about temperature differences or anything...... I'm a female slave, and I'm ready to fit in with the Lord everywhere"
"That's not gonna make you."
"Mmmm..."
Emma who seems dissatisfied.
And when I realize it, Mr. Seema is stopping by.
"Eh heh. I'm gonna lick the rest of the juice."
"... what happened to the store"
"I closed it. It was just the two of us in St. Gard."
…………
Princess Lan and Fiona?
Well, even if you were asking, you'd guess quite a bit... I might have to follow up with you later.
"Wait. I think I have every right to lick it."
"If you say rights, I'm a female slave, too."
"No, don't argue over the aftermath of someone else's sex, Mr. Sheema or Emma."
Do you want to lick that much of the penis that was stuck in someone else's manko? I don't really want to think about who or who first, but I really don't like it.
"Oh, please let me shave for the last time."
"No, Mr. Cosmos, last one."
"My penis shabu-shabu is a hobby, so it doesn't matter if there's no juice left. Don't worry, I won't waste my time shooting you."
Even if they say so with a bright smile......
"Let's just say... what about Emma? Time to put it down for a while and rearrange?
"That's what it is."
In the end, Mr. Cosmos matches Pong, with his hands in front of his abundant chest, as he looks down at Sheema and Emma, who are double-ferreting his chin from left to right.
"It's a good chance, and why don't you go Tulk? In this face."
"... in this face?
"Yes"
... in this face? Mr. Seema, Emma, Lyda and...... Mr. Cosmos and me?
Isn't it nice to go away?
(cont 'd)
The meat bars are intertwined with the definite resistance of the vagina, which is not yet used to, and the feeling of intense love liquid, which is still wet in desire.Feel free to push through it. The dense squeeze of female meat is stirred with a man's desire and pushed through.If you break in until you get in, now pull out for pleasure.The resistance turns untrained as it is, and the twisted vaginal hydra intertwines with the meat bars to release them, chasing them, sparing the remnants of the foreign senses as they caress the whole thing.Dive right in there again.Female holes that never get bored rejoice in the signs of males entering again forcefully, intoxicated by their flavors as they increase their covetousness.Lyda's vaginal hole was delighting with different expressions on this extraction of my penis."Mmm... oh Lord... Dear..."Lyda, intoxicated by her own female instincts, holds me close to remembering her purpose."Sorry.................. I'm happy that you're like this... Honestly, I'd like to forget about your hobbies... ""Mm-hmm... well..."There's nothing like losing consciousness with pleasure.Except for the thought of forgetting reason and indulging in a happy experience.Originally a rational creature, the Dragon tribe, but I guess I can't contain the desire to forget everything and have fun in my reproductive behavior with riders, just as people lose the temptations of alcohol and gambling......It's a very subtle line, but I just feel like this is something a little different than talking about wanting to have sex or having deep love.As far as I'm concerned, the fact that the dragon wants to have sex with something is limited to women, and the man's dragon doesn't feel so forceful. No, of course, I'm having trouble getting a guy to push me, but even in Bauzz and Safr or something with a partner, it doesn't seem like I have any particular obsession with sex.That's because I'm a sketchy bastard who loves harem sex, so as a dragon, you're right to entertain me like that, of course.but I also feel the momentum that I don't think that's all.... maybe, but there is a logical development behind it that it is not a single issue such as the feeling of sex or love, but that "dragons are the spiritual pleasure of serving the supreme being of riders stronger" and that "female dragons are the superior service of having male riders' children".Even in the same breeding activity "planting children in female riders" is not a service because of the heavy burden.Make it not contraindicated, of course, if we want it between ourselves, I guess from the instincts of the dragon, or from cultural values, it's not necessarily an option to jump into.Considering that, I am convinced not only of Lleida, but also of the way Dragon Palace effortlessly issues a scattered OK declaration.I guess the Palace has a common perception that female dragons normally want to dedicate their bodies to male riders and everything they want to be impregnated irresponsibly.... what an analysis, Lyda in her ear, as she whispers."Well, thanks to you, I won't be rewarded... excuse me, I'll fight back..."Gyu, cuddle up, wrap your legs around your hips from the bottom, and Rheda creates a posture that won't let me get away.Then he starts using his hips to suddenly twirl with his lower body off the low table while supporting his body with his upper body."Whoa... this, this... I could...!? "Other, female slaves... let me steal your skill, let me take it... Lord's, semen... squeeze, let me take it, let me take it... "Must be Mr. Cosmos, Mr. Gloria, or Mr. Knoll.You must have seen and archaized the sexually experienced female slaves' techniques of squeezing. To play, and you do that a lot.but I can't just lose it either. Sex like a fight, isn't it?"This is going to be fun... me too, we're going to get busted! "Uh-huh."I shake my hips forcefully too, as against Lyda's hipsters.Lleda leaves it to its youthful flesh and athletic abilities to rub her hips unscrupulously, so it's hard to shake them in sync. How many times does the clap come off this one, but I still screw it right in and keep going.Not in terms of pleasure.But when we seek more intense sex with each other, and we intend to make them crazy, and screw it up as a result, and forgive each other for it to continue... such work does bring back something that we were kind of too used to progressing through sex solemnly.Every time my penis falls out, I let myself go, rub my chest, and give her a deceptive kiss.Once your hips start gaining momentum again by exploring where to insert with your hands, screwing them and stroking Lyda, who looks relieved as if you've had the toys taken back, it becomes another fierce competition of hipsters aimed at giving each other pleasure.You can fail as many times as you want. You can have sex with Motamota.We don't blame each other with words or apologize to each other, we just enjoy the crappy bumps of passion left to impulse.Saliva spills from a rough kiss on only half of Lyda's braided hair. My sweat falls and stains instead of a sweat that doesn't rheda.You might smell it later, what a little sorry, but still leave it to each other's instincts to fix it and hit each other on the hips over and over again.I just swap out all the exhales, and I can tell how long I've been obsessed and enjoying the beast sex, and that it seems kind of fun to see it, and when I realize it, I'm pulling into the backyard and looking at it with interest, and Emma's gaze as I'm still touring, we're just gazing, and it's time to ejaculate."... Lord""Lyda.""... I like it, Lord... use me more... I don't care if it's for semen only... I don't mind more...""... you...! I think it's a bad idea to say that at the end of the day.I want you to understand, my God, I'm sure all female slaves think.But I still don't realize if you don't tell me, and sometimes I get the wrong idea of "I guess it's enough" with my hands.I really can't pick it up if everyone says it without bounds, but.There's no way you can make a female slave of someone you don't like when they tell you to stand up."I guess that's the first thing you say! span, and slammed his hips hard, pushing his turtle head behind the tamed meat sinus back and forth again and again, ejaculating."Mm-hmm... ahhh... Full of... spreading... the Lord's semen... "Lyda takes an uncommonsense amount of ejaculation happily in the back of the fetus, shaking satisfactorily."Yes, good luck Oh, let's not screw Emma like that. Now the temperature difference in feelings is amazing, and it's not fair to repeat it as you see it."Emma is blatantly disappointed that Mr. Cosmos is about to rise to the wrap-up."You don't have to worry about temperature differences or anything...... I'm a female slave, and I'm ready to fit in with the Lord everywhere""That's not gonna make you.""Mmmm..."Emma who seems dissatisfied.And when I realize it, Mr. Seema is stopping by."Eh heh. I'm gonna lick the rest of the juice.""... what happened to the store""I closed it. It was just the two of us in St. Gard." Princess Lan and Fiona?Well, even if you were asking, you'd guess quite a bit... I might have to follow up with you later."Wait. I think I have every right to lick it.""If you say rights, I'm a female slave, too." "No, don't argue over the aftermath of someone else's sex, Mr. Sheema or Emma."Do you want to lick that much of the penis that was stuck in someone else's manko? I don't really want to think about who or who first, but I really don't like it."Oh, please let me shave for the last time.""No, Mr. Cosmos, last one.""My penis shabu-shabu is a hobby, so it doesn't matter if there's no juice left. Don't worry, I won't waste my time shooting you."Even if they say so with a bright smile......"Let's just say... what about Emma? Time to put it down for a while and rearrange? "That's what it is."In the end, Mr. Cosmos matches Pong, with his hands in front of his abundant chest, as he looks down at Sheema and Emma, who are double-ferreting his chin from left to right."It's a good chance, and why don't you go Tulk? In this face.""... in this face? "Yes"... in this face? Mr. Seema, Emma, Lyda and...... Mr. Cosmos and me?Isn't it nice to go away?cont 'd
