"Town!"
The user lets out a choking sound and gives the user a flicker of Raw Snow. I empowered Azin to knock the black snow scent down on the bed. He rides on the flesh of Raw Snow and sucks her lips. I reach out my tongue, I sweep her teeth, I touch her soft tongue. Raw Snow's breath sounds a few times, but she doesn't resist. I tried to reach out a few times and push him over the shoulder, but the strength was not enough for an ordinary woman. It is absurd to think about the power of Raw Snow scent. After all, it is an implied permission. This kind of formal resistance
'Because I'm ashamed. '
Of course, Azin recalls the usual, high-pressure, sadistic taste of raw snow. Considering her past as a professor of the Church, you wouldn't be accustomed to being crushed by men like this. Earlier, my master said that he was a woman, but he said a few words to me, and I think of the taste of raw snow holding him tightly. You're not used to that kind of treatment? Azin finishes his kiss, enjoying a jolting feeling of conquest in his chest.
"May I? "
Azin quietly asked. At that question, Raw Snow turned her head to the side and did not answer. Silence is a positive thing. Azin strips off the top of the raw snow scent while swallowing a smile.
".. between priests.."
"Samoa won the priesthood. If it bothers you, think of it as sexual education. "
Azin grabs hold of the raw snow-scented chest with his hands, speaking frantically. When I mixed my body with Raw Snow before, Azin did nothing. He was a thoroughly dark-smelling toy and had to be a tool to fill her pleasure. But not now. The relationship was reversed, and he was going to enjoy it slowly. I think of the smile of black snow when I smiled that I was committing myself. I recall her waistline being thoroughly self-centered. Azin twists his lips.
'There's plenty of time anyway. '
The Balkun Raid Party departs at 8 p.m. It's still 1: 00 p.m., so there's plenty of time. Of course, you'll have to meet Daisy's party to get ready before then, but considering that, there was plenty of time.
During that time, Azin thought of enjoying the body of Raw Snow slowly and as relaxed as possible. I didn't want to rush it, but I wanted to try it one by one with a relaxed mind. I've been thinking since I was depressed by the smell of Raw Snow.
Hold a hand full of breasts. It was big enough not to be caught by one hand. Being able to move freely with this weight, Azin recalled a story about an Amazon woman warrior he had seen one day. Apparently, they cut off one breast to keep it from getting rough with the bows. If it really helped, the smell of raw snow would have to cut off both breasts.
'That's a shame. '
Larger than Acacia, if you look at the size. I didn't even feel big because I was trained. Azin grips his windblown, balloon-like chest of raw snow and giggles. The scent of Raw Snow did not turn its head as it clenched its lower lip.
"Are you ashamed, Master? "
"... shut up. "
In Azin's question, the black snow scent mutters in a small voice. It was not that much of an attitude to fit her. But that made him even more enjoyable. Training a tough woman is fun. There is a high sense of accomplishment when you train roaring, roaring females and drag them around with necklaces. Ajin smiles and moves his fingers carefully. The chest of Raw Snow changed its shape in Azin's hand. I swung around, pinched, and bitten. Azin licks his lips, watching his nipples get harder.
"You wanted to, too, Master. "
I didn't answer Azin's question. Looks like she decided to keep her mouth shut. Then I will have to force him to open his mouth. Ajin strips off his clothes and sweeps through the flesh of the Raw Snow scent. A big touching hand comes down and grabs the belly. Soldier's body is invisible. Azin touches the belly button with the black-and-white aroma.
"Don't, don't touch! "
The smell of raw snow twists as I shout. But if you tell them not to do it, it's human psychology to want to do more. In that sense, Ajin was quite human and a great frog. He giggles, smiling and sticks a needle in his finger to tease the navel of Raw Snow.
"Hiic!"
I twisted my body as I spit out a surprised whimper. It was the first high groaning I heard, and Azin was delighted. However, if he became too much of a bully, his fist would crush his head to death, so he decided to control it appropriately. If you die without a proper start, you will lose yourself and feel sorry for the raw snow that makes you feel so hot. Azin's hand grabs his lower belly and goes down.
"Pants, do you want me to take them off? Or yourself?"
".. don't ask me every single question, you idiot..! "
Raw snow spits out. Azin grins as he shrugs.
"Then I'll do as I please. "
Without hesitation, Azin takes off his Raw Snow pants. The black snow scent faintly shifts his legs, pretending not to. It helps him take off his pants. Azin glances at the white underwear with the smell of raw snow. The underwear was slightly stained with water. Azin wanted to make fun of it, but he didn't want to say that Raw Snow was angry. He stammers his Raw Snow panties a few times and peels them off.
"Ugh..."
The scent of Raw Snow groans, wrapped around his face with his hands. She lets out a thin, low groan like a breath, which makes the pain burst. Azin even took off his pants.
"The disciple says it's Dory to take care of the master, but that's a little harsh. "
Ajin lies down toward the lower half of the Raw Snow scent, pulling his butt back and bringing it toward the face of the Raw Snow scent. The scent of Raw Snow breathes its breath into the thing approaching.
"The disciple has prepared a meal, so you should eat it first. "
The words opened the mouth of the breath of Raw Snow. She hesitates and closes her eyes and swallows. My jaw was as wide as it could be. It tasted a little salty, like that. It's been a long time since I tasted it with my mouth. Ajin bows his head while moving his tongue awkwardly, enjoying the breath of raw snow.
"... Master's had one drink, so am I. "
At the end of every sentence, I felt uneasy with the lingering attitude of Ajin. He's doing it on purpose. That's the way it's always been, right? Raw snow was seedy, but faithful to his actions. She reaches out and squeezes her waist and presses a little toward herself. I felt like I was going to feel nauseous for a moment when I felt tight and stuck in my throat.
When Raw Snow changed her attitude a little and began to come out actively, Azin seemed to be getting triggered. We can't let the relationship that has been reversed come to a disadvantage now. Once you get your strength up, you have to push it all the way through. If you fall off the back of a running tiger, you end up dead if you break a bone or suck it. Ajin bites the black snow aroma with his big lips. I was irritated by the roughly groomed hair.
'One day I'll have to push it away. '
It's not necessarily your taste, but it's not visually beautiful to be roughly organized this way. You have to do it right. Azin rolls his tongue and shifts his chin while having a joyful imagination. Every time Azin's tongue touched and his teeth bit, the smell of raw snow was flawed. His back bounces up and rattles, and a heavy groan echoes in his mouth. Azin licks and swallows the water out of a full stomach. Then he insisted on harassing Raw Snow. He sticks his finger in. It was narrow and frustrating. It was her first time sticking her finger in, and she decided to explore. Acacia was cozy and deep. She was like a swamp. A swamp that cannot escape once it falls. The more you struggle, the more you reel in.
However, the smell of Raw Snow was different from Akashi. She was like a tube of rubber. Tubes that are hard to open and fit at first, but fit quickly and tighten properly. Either way. I've already felt that the inside of the Raw Snow is crazy good and that she is delicious.
"Ugh..."
Raw Snow vomited. She spits out what she's biting and spits out a sighing heart. Azin used his mouth to tease him while constantly flipping his fingers.
"What are you doing, Master? "
He glances back and asks. He wrapped his hand around his face and grabbed hold of Ajin's items, with a touch of raw snow that was drunk with pleasure. She sighs and uses her hands to suit him. The wet hand moves gently, making a rattling sound. Azin shivers for a moment at the pleasure of running on his back, but does not stop moving.
He takes enough effort to caress the black snow scent. I wanted to apologize several times, but when I did, I empowered my actions to stop the behavior of obscenity. I also felt like I wanted to stick it a few times. But I endured. I endured. I waited.
".. for how long?"
I heard what I was waiting for after I met a climax that I didn't even know how many times I smelled raw snow. Ajin throws his limp, pitchy legs aside, like a broken doll, and is constantly harassing her without tiring.
"For how long will my hands..."
"You're also using your mouth. "
Azin replied with a loud voice. The scent of Raw Snow was no longer groaning. She looks up at his back, shaking helplessly, and raising her dazed head as she twitches several times.
".. not that one."
"Master has to allow it. "
I know what Raw Snow wants. I know it and don't give it to him. In response, Azin's eyes narrowed with a single black snow scent. Her body is soaked in sweat. His black hair was on his cheeks and forehead, and his whole body was glistening with flowing sweat. The flesh against Azin is damp and damp.
".. put it in. "
Raw Snow's scent closed her eyes tightly. At that, he laughed.
"It's too small to hear. "
".. put it in, you damn pupil!" "
Azin's teasing words echoed the smell of Raw Snow. At this point, he whistled and got up. It was a good thing that Raw Snow didn't insist on useless stubbornness, and that she didn't put her pride all the way through. Pain was the limit, too. Azin opens his Raw Snow legs, and she slowly raises her waist to a height. Azin slowly advances, watching the petals drooling in red. The hole that was sufficiently loosened did not leave the original stiffness. Nevertheless, she was still narrow, sticky and chewy.
"Ow!"
I groan with a high aroma of raw snow. As she fills her insides with pain, she can no longer stand it, raising her torso and tugging on her neck. Azin hugs her tightly against the scent of black snow and is completely attached to her body. A large chest supported Ajin's breasts like a cushion.
"Bill, damn it! I'm a contributor...! You... I'm a bloody witch! "
"Never mind. Don't push it too hard, Master. If you die, you're not a plumber. "
While grumbling at the smell of black snow that comes out in a groaning voice, pain moves her back. The slippery skin of Raw Snow makes a rattling sound. Her tight-water flesh shuffles back and forth to match her movements without releasing her pain.