Half-elves Fall in Love Chapter 448

Published at 29th of June 2022 07:10:02 AM

Mr. Knoll fell asleep with my eye on him.

It's a bit painful to leave it on top for now, so gently get it off and put it to bed on the side.

Accompanying state.

... the brown beauty of sleeping in a slight shade under the blinding skies of the desert.

Oh, I thought you were a beautiful person.

If this beauty tells you to "offend me on your own because I'm sleepy" if you're a normal man...... no, I don't usually have a woman like that outside myself.

But the truth is, what's the matter?

If you enjoy hiking Mr. Knoll all the time, you can be sure that Mr. Carlos and Nancy will see you more and more with white eyes.

... but Mr. Knoll says it's OK. If you ignore that and walk away from it, I also feel that that's going to break my mood.

And... no, well, they're going to say it's unrestrained that you flew in just to fuck me, but I'm sure I find Mr. Knoll's body very appealing.

Not that I'm tired of the female slaves. I'm naturally used to having a lot of daughters with tight bodies and big tits, and even these brown skins have sisters, but still... is it Mr Knoll's own charm that still seems like a special treat?

I semen into the vagina of this man who is now asleep peacefully, just reunited. Pour it.

There are things that roll just because I think so.

After a bit of trouble...... well, first of all, I mean see how it goes, kiss.

Smoke gently on thinly open lips, making sure to rub lips together first to see how it goes.

A little rough on his own lips overlaps with Mr. Knoll's soft, puffy lips, creating a tickling subtle pleasure.

From somewhere, you can hear the howling birds, and the slightly wavy pond water. You would be cleaning, and the sound of scratching a falling leaf or something called zakazaka with a tool.

This is the courtyard of a man's house, and the other man is asleep, and there is no excuse for him to be found.

If I stop here, I might be able to make Mr. Knoll peel a little, but I can make an excuse that it's the result of following good sense.

I know that with my head, but I get a little bolder, little by little.

I wonder what it is. I don't know why, but if it's only a few more... I can't stop it.

If you're okay with kissing and disturbing your breathing, you can touch about your tits, and rub gently.

If you can't even shake that off, stroke this beautiful curved hips... I wonder if you can still excuse me for touching your butt directly, and stroke it around.

So nothing is going to happen, so I put my hands on the side strings that can be touched from the slit of my clothes and let them take off their underwear a little thoughtfully.

... just don't bother if they see you now, even if you look around gently with your neck up, there's no sign of people around 20 meters. I mean, I can look around 20 meters in the courtyard, and there's nothing. The situation itself is like a proof left of an amazing mansion, which must be an unusual situation, after all, but even that becomes a spice and a curiosity close to my barbarity...... no, the instinct of a man who can't resist an attractive woman, or stimulates it.

My undressed underwear is damp.

... I'm pretty sure there was something nasty going on in my dream, huh?

"Mr. Knoll... I'm gonna fuck you..."

Whispering as he breathed into his elf ear, his ear reacted with a piqun. Is this just a reflection on the tickle, or does it actually mean it's happening?

Either way... if you can't resist, there's only forward movement.

Covertly, I think I'm going to try to offend Mr. Knoll on all fours the way I want him to, in the back... somehow, I think he's going to get away with it on the way.

I worry that I've never done this because usually they're just female slaves and their equivalents. But the other person is neither of them, Mr. Knoll. I imagine if I were sane enough to get away with it...

Still, I would have thought I should have given up on that when I was sober, but because of the tension I took the liberty of fighting danger, I only focused my ideas on offending Mr. Knoll to the end.

"... do you want me to take it off"

If you let it go round naked, your chances of getting away at random would be lower than offending it with your clothes.

Thinking about such a sigh, I serve to bare Mr. Knoll before he changes his posture that is likely to happen.

I struggled a little, but all the "lingering" parts of Mr. Knoll's clothes were there.

Dancer clothing combines see-through in the usual luxurious silk. But even if it's all loose, I'm still sleeping... audacious or something.

Gently turn and pull your arms out of your clothes.

If they find me now, I'm out. The irrevocable tension and the urge to still have sex with this attractive sister-in-law echoes on her spine like a sweet pleasure even though she hasn't even penetrated it yet.

A peaceful and quiet midday courtyard, no different in phase.

In the middle of it, quietly resting sister-in-law, I slowly remain born.

Whether you're not trying to have sex or just being a jerk, I broke the line you can already do.

Believing the words of an unreliable sleeping eye, I challenge her nudity in a fascinating way… Before that, I threw her a little far away because I couldn't help getting up and taking her clothes right away. I can't take my eyes off her body, even though I think to myself that the principle of behavior is getting a little despicable all the time.

I guess this is what an inviting body means.

Again, the female slaves have bigger breasts, beautiful skin, and some of these brown skin tones. Still, it stimulates desire so hard to contain just being silent and rolling.

Or maybe it was because I was just rolling.

If you wake up and face each other properly, more or less I have to deal with you as "Mr. Deane's sister," no, "Mr. Carlos's sister." Whatever the extent of being a joke, I can't round out too much annoyance.

It's just my desire to push forward. Maybe the current situation underscores her physical attraction.

I crawl my fingers in my labia thinking about that.

"Huh..."

Mr Picun and Mr Knoll shook their bodies. Is it the casual reaction of the body or is it awake? Still. If you're awake and pretend you slept in this situation, you really want to be offended, and the fierce carnal desire conveniently interprets it.

And above all, she had plenty of love liquid.

I silently rejoice at the null feel of my fingertips.

Carefully lift your lying asses and snuggle the retrievers out. I have an attractive sister-in-law who sleeps naked and deep under the blue sky...

I did.

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My penis is swallowed up in her. I don't care if you're awake or if they might find you, or something like that got better at that moment.

Adventure, conquest, and disloyalty mix with pleasure. So much so that I thought to myself that I was restraining myself for this, thrusting her vagina... it feels good to put a turtle head on her womb.

Even if Mr. Knoll realizes that he's making the kind of nose that he suppressed on his chisel, he can't stop it anymore.

Grab the frivolous tits from behind and use your hips. It's only sex if it hasn't happened. I don't give a shit about making you crazy.

We have to finish this quickly. I'm sorry if I found you. So... you have to move your hips fast and hard. I couldn't tell if that was good or bad material for me, waving my hips.

Pull fast enough for the vaginal wall to make a puffy noise and push hard in. Just use that warm vagina and pursue pleasure.

Horny. This stuff is horny.

Using my dream beautiful sister-in-law's vagina on my own, I'm masturbating.

Besides, I don't dislike it, I rather feel it as a pleasure.

I strip my sister-in-law, toy her, and get intensely excited about using her for shallow, semen spitting tools that I haven't seen in a long time.

What a despicable, what a selfish, what a painful act of disloyalty.

To Mr. Knoll, who made him stand up only on his hips and hold him down to his crush, I bumped into such selfish pleasure, and vaginal ejaculation violently.

She continues to ejaculate with a rough breath as she immerses herself in a dim sense of accomplishment, sympathetic only to the sister-in-law of the goddess of beauty, who is conceived by her brother-in-law in such an act.

So.

"... waking up on the way to the boulder, right?

"Hih."

Me frightened by Mr. Knoll, who said I was bored while I was being held down.

"I'm a little confused as to whether it's a dream or a present (depression)..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

"... attacking me where I'm sleeping sounded kinda awesome fun... hobby?

"No, I mean, I just woke up... Mr. Knoll, because it's beautiful, you say I was comfortable silently defiling it"

"I'm not blaming you for anything..."

Mr. Knoll, who looks just a little dazed, slaps a ton of hips with his fingers.

"It's a little heavy to keep doing this. I'm embarrassed."

"Oh, I'm sorry!?

"Or..."

Mr. Knoll shows me with a slightly dancing motion, leaning back with a sneer laugh at me rushing away.

"Will you burn more like this?

…………

There's no way I can resist my sister-in-law provoking her with semen dripping down her inner crotch.

"Oh, my God, Sister Knoll, you were there."

"Oh, Knoll.... Wow, Andy, your zamen stink"

"Really? I'm sorry. I borrowed it. ♪ You're still good, aren't you? - Calle"

I was impressed that Angelos had a complicated face wondering why these sisters could have such a conversation. Yeah. I think a little too.

(cont 'd)

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