Half-elves Fall in Love Chapter 441

Published at 29th of June 2022 07:10:11 AM

The sound of Lyra's whistling whistle was never a hiccup, but the festival-state helicopter town is noisy even if it is not. Before Lyla started playing, another whistle, drum, harp, etc. sounded from here and there, and just because Lyla's whistle added to it doesn't mean anyone cares.

... Well, even if I cared, I don't think so, even if I don't know if I'm a rogue stepping into a mansion with Lyla...

Anyway, at noon in the desert city, on the second floor of the mansion, the beautiful girls were twisting and waving their hips by the accompaniment of the dragon's immediate whistle.

The thin clothed nudes waved their hips back and forth, making sure to wiggle their butts protruding to show them off and turn, writing letters with a heso as they were, waving their hips left and right in only a soft motion to appeal to them as they showed their movements. Repeat the nasty movement after repositioning with a distracted foothold.

The young limbs Maia and Tetes, the rich Sharon and Hilda and Deane, the slurries and the beautiful Angelos and Aurora, Luna and Naris, and the enchanting Naia who become unfamiliar with their gaze.

Sooner or later, the beautiful princesses, dressed in thin cloth and jewels, become the witches of old times and dance.

As I sew in between, I crawl my hands on each body as I please, leaning over my lips and feeling as good as possible.

"It's not something real rich people can do to get all these women together and play with."

"Hehe. If it's just your face, why don't you just pick out an elf?

"You don't understand, Sharon. A man who wants a woman with only her face and only her body is shallow, right? It's not the desire to conquer a woman whose head is cut off or who stands tall enough to stop, but still embarrasses her."

"In that sense...... I guess if you're not so powerful, you can't have all these women in there dancing naked alike"

Sharon giggles cously as she waves her hips vigorously.

"Your husband doesn't use any power, but hey ♪ It's so funny with human virtue... it's not like there are so many people who can make a great situation."

"You tried to say it's funny now, Tess."

"Oh, look, it was really funny to see the three of us."

"I'm not naughty. Hey! You're gonna dele like Tess, except me. No!

"Un unsaudanais"

"What a tone I don't feel sincere......!

"... Naris. Whatever I say... even as I dance with it."

"Well, this isn't some kind of opportunity, and I've only seen ten Smythsons."

"... that's no excuse."

Almeida herself stabs Todome at Naris as she dances.

Still, all but Mr. Hilda are damned women with motor nerves, so no more kids still clumsy about that dance.

Although we all traced the movements that Mr. Hilda originally showed us, there is now a wide variety of actions in each of them to see if Nori has figured it out, to send a provocation to me with his own adrift, or to deliberately turn his butt and incite inferiority.

Hold Almeida over and kiss her over the veil, letting her fingers dance like she carelessly plays her groin.

A few seconds after that, I get my tail up and wave my ass off to show it to Luna, and to the extent that I'm sorry, I slip my hand off the covering cloth hanging on my chest to peel my tits out and squeeze them.

He snuggles his swollen groin into Maia as if he were a magnet, rubbing it against the whistle for a few seconds or so, grinning at each other, hugging Mr. Deane off his back and shaking his tits fine.

It's like a dance party, so obscene everywhere, as desire.

I play with the women one after the other.

And then we got there, Naia.

Although the movement remains somewhere shameful, it never tries to squeeze my nasty hands at me for being hit by the air around me. On the contrary, when I picked my nipples over a covered cloth that only served half the time, and stroked up my throat to make it a throat-soaking cat, I even exhaled some tranced breath to make him listen.

"Ha... Sh, Smythson..."

"Naia."

"... exciting"

"I guess."

Anyway, if you're basically like Naris, "I'll try to dance with interest," this is simply a whore's outfit, and I'm not turning it down in a happy situation for the female side.

I suppose Hilda's psyche, who wants to please me, and show off her desert culture, would still enjoy it, but for Naia, who fits in with everyone by exchanging a little mistake called "precious culture," this would even be just a shame.

But it's still mixed up, so there's no reason for me to put my hands on it.

"Naia, then... let me go"

"... Huh?

"You said that, too, Mr. Hilda." This is a dance to invite a man to a jerk. "

"Oh, yeah, sure... I mean"

"I'm going to ride your invitation."

"Yes!?

Exactly behind Naia with a goofy face, I pull Naia in as I unbelt my pants with one hand and sit on the couch nearby as well.

The trousers fall to the knee and remain exposed to erections over a piece of underwear, putting Naia on one side of the knee to settle into a state of samurai. Jalali and the accessories tangled in him made a noise, and Naia's chest, which bounced, pushed over the covering cloth, and her nipples, which were clear from the source, popped out.

"Oh, no... it's still daylight, and, uh, dragon kids"

"I won't let you do anything else. I woke up on the way out, but I didn't want to take a tour... well, take a good look at him."

"Oh, no..."

Naia protesting with a very troubled face. Lovely.

Unexpectedly stroke that head, but don't kiss anywhere near the eye that isn't hidden in the veil, then pull Naia's hand and let her pull my underwear on that finger.

"Oh..."

"Look. It's like this at everybody's horny dance. Isn't it cruel for you to be patient without letting me out?

"Ugh..."

And Naia and I promised each other we'd have plenty of sex on this trip.

Whether Naia is convinced of it or not doesn't matter at this time. I'm willing to live up to it.

Everyone else understands that I'm about to dissipate in Naia and change the formation. Mr. Deane rides himself out of my back around the couch, Aurora who sits on the opposite side of Naia and touches her own body so she doesn't bore my hands, and the other faces move their dancing positions into my sight.

And Naia also shifted her crotch cloth to match the music to me, and she ended up crossing over this, confused but still guided by me.

"Come on... I don't know..."

"Experience in everything. And this is what my female slaves are like."

"I didn't mean to say I'd still be..."

"I said I'd do it. So you're gonna get used to it."

"Oh, it's tyranny... heh, ah..."

There is no stubborn resistance for the protest with his mouth, and Naia ends up whispering comfortably while being inserted.

The carefully finished outfit satisfies my desire to conquer by drawing on both the slut of the dancer and the clarity of the princess and the conflicting elements.

Aside from her, she has not a single daughter who is each losing an actor to gold and gems, surrounded by lavish naked ramblings.

I leave my back of my head in Mr. Deane's big tits, scratching Aurora's hairless pussy with one hassle, while I kick her hips up to make her jump.

"Ha, ha, ha... and hit the womb..."

Naia leans forward but bounces with one arm pulled by me in a way that defies the bow on her back.

To a dynamic mating, the joined genitals made a high noise: puffy, puffy.

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Of course Naia, who is eventually brought into sex in that, and the women who continue to dance to compete for lewdness with the whistle sounds, I knew all too well that they were not always enjoying the luxurious outfit and the unusual excitement.

And I strengthen my blame on Naia so that she can be driven away by Lila's whistle, and Naia also always controls her hips from herself to help me on my way to the top.

Golden soft hair flies and shakes grains of sweat. The thin cloth is sticking up and is no longer serving.

Aurora finds herself in my hand, telling her excitement with exhalation as if a snake were entangling her arms on her shoulder, and Mr. Deane strokes her hair and watches over my seeding like a Mercy Mother.

Naris, who kept dancing with some complicated face, and Sharon and Tess, who slowly twisted as they sent a stream to wait for their gaze, also appeared at the edge of their sight.

And as it was, I grabbed Naia's arm, stuffed her breath, bounced her hips off the last one, and started ejaculating.

"Oh, oh, so, get out... oh, oh..."

Naia takes it with her colorful exhales and weakens as she is pulled back only one arm to twist herself.

In the middle of it roaring and saffling up again...... getting framed to watch the uplifting dance and the demonstration of seeded sex bleeding out my nose again, but now it's time to show some stomping.

"Ugh... Oh, you, no, what..."

"Shut up."

But I tried to say something. Momentum from side to side on Safr's head. Ice ball strikes straight, pan and economy. Ice splashes and sinks again.

Of course it was Maia who threw it.

"Huh... kuh, huh..."

Separate an ejaculation in between, and if you look at Maia as you breathe, V-sign with a face you seem to be just a little good at.

Well, it's hard not to be easy, but it's not good to be abusive, and I indulge in Naia's vagina to the end, just saying with my eyes.

We all seemed to think we were going to have an orgy with everyone as it was, but every dancer was separated.

We'll all be soaking in the bath on the roof.

Yeah, I've been thinking about it for a while, too, but this mansion has a windmill system that carries water up to the roof, making it an open-air bath that you wouldn't have to worry about seeing from anywhere in the city.

"Dancers, I could have gone on for a little while."

Angelos says as he recreates the hips of an earlier dance a little flirtatious in front of me.

But, well, even for me, I wouldn't be sneaky to abuse Safr again.

"It's kind of like letting Lyla whistle all the time until it's all over."

"Ho, I don't mind."

"I care about you."

Bitter laugh. Well, you can let someone else play instead, but I think it's a good idea to keep this kind of mess tight while I can think of doing it again.

"Is it just me after all..."

"Mr. Naia is sloppy. I wanted to be seen dancing in my penis, too."

"I have a costume, so if you want to go back to the polka, do it at the fort..."

"Oh, that's good. Nalis, you're crazy. You're right, there's nothing wrong with doing it in a fort."

"No, because I just told you not to rush to erotic hell like that!?

I don't even know what kind of thin cloth I'm taking off and bathing with you, Naris. Maybe he's starting to get subtly paralyzed.

"I wonder if I could teach these to our colony daughters. Probably a kid who does it in Norinoli, I think he's pretty good."

"Oh, that's good. That could be cultural preservation."

"That's the strength of that colony to be allowed to do that, isn't it? I look forward to your next visit."

I also feel that it is more cultural pollution than cultural preservation, but is it even more so now?

... and I stroke Maia's head in the tub. Trying a dive fella for about ten minutes from now.

I don't know if dragons are reliable enough to do this kind of unscrupulous thing.

"Well, we're gonna borrow Lyla in the night, Andy"

"Huh?"

"I'm going to arrange a daughter named Ricca for an example. If you tell Talk's base, you should be able to get your hands around him quickly on a Feilong flight. In about three days, you'll be able to see the stars."

Mr. Deane stood up with Zabari.

Its brown nudity against the background of the dusk sky is beautiful and it's nice to wear, but this guy still makes me think the material is the best.

... I couldn't even think about letting this guy imitate a porn scroll before Selene arrived, and I'm still emotional.

I secretly ejaculated into Maia's mouth in the water, looking up at those tits.

(cont 'd)

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