Half-elves Fall in Love Chapter 794

Published at 29th of June 2022 07:04:15 AM

Naia is immersed in sex.

But Naia is only "to sex" and not "to pleasure".

I'm not in a state where I feel good and can't think of anything else... I'm just trying so hard to act like sex.

I can't even say it's "I can't be obsessed with pleasure, I'm still up for it as a female slave," but I also know I never meant to be.

Sometimes he's strong in spirit, but most importantly, Naia must be willing to serve me.

I'd rather give me pleasure than the pleasure I can give you. You are more connected to happiness than to direct pleasure.

I can't help but miss Beatrice a little when she sees me haunted by plenty of pleasure next door, but there are a few female slaves who are absolutely impossible for me to try to make her squirt crazy in the first place. Mr. Hilda, Mr. Cosmos, the dragons.

Regardless of having as much strength in pleasure as they do, you won't be able to be uncomfortable with Naia's posture.

Besides, that kind of single-minded sex doesn't make me uncomfortable.

Entire body. in the womb. There is no shade, no shade, nothing in Naia's appearance that keeps everything as a female and even accepts lust.

The sight of those businessmen, Beatrice, who so unhesitatingly submit, enslave and drown in my penis, is one that is so disloyal and filled with hearts that the more I remember before.

"Naia...... it's time, Yikes...! I'll give you a baby too...!

"Ahhh... ahhh... yes, please, with you, child... ♪ let me... ♪"

I casually stuck my finger in Beatrice's vagina, stimulating clutter while trying to grab her groin from behind.

I enjoy Naia's vagina rampantly and pour clouds into all the rewards and momentum for the girl who saved my country.

The pleasure born of violent abstraction explodes behind his head and avalanches from the boneless man's lower abdomen into a female hole lurking in the middle of his mouldy ass.

The desire to let them give birth. A desire for me to give birth. What a blend of unobstructed desires leads to deep satisfaction felt in the aftermath of pleasure.

For a while, Naia and I breathe in each other as we make nasty noises and poke and spill overflowing semen with meat bars.

Will my child dwell in this girl's now creepy belly? Imagine with a gentle hand on your flank.

Honestly, I still can't imagine. But I couldn't have imagined Jeanne or Selene.

Still, the child dwelled and was born. I guess I'm just going to understand in real life that one day this belly will be like that.

... I can't deny that the movement of the hands of those putting it in Beatrice was neglected while I was such a delusion.

Beatrice raised her dissatisfied voice as she squeezed my fingers up in her vagina.

"... me, yet...?

"Ah... oh, bad... I'll offend you right away"

♪

Pull your fingers through, and Beatrice reacts with a blatantly charming nose.

"Hmmm... ♪ Naia or just trying to get Tess's one pregnant... eh. Even I can make it as a child... more inside out, Dad"

"It's you... I forbid you to say it right away"

"Uh."

Daddy calling is dangerous in many ways. As an overnight play, it was Ali, but I guess I shouldn't be upset.

Whatever you play with because that's what happens now and then, I always have to excuse myself if someone else accidentally listens to me when I call my dad, and what if I start feeling like that to my daughter myself?

It's a more delicate problem than actually having a daughter. I want you to understand.

... No.

"No, Ali."

……

"I just need you to be my mom right away. It's not uncommon for a mom to call her husband Dad."

Yes. Then it's an ant at all.

In theory, it's the easiest homosexual mating, just like Tess.

Let's make Beatrice a mom soon, too. Let's do that. Then no one will suspect anything about disloyal play.

"Hey... I'm not convinced I'm trying to get you pregnant for that reason"

I want you to remind me that Tess pointing her mouth, but what you're trying to do in the first place, I had to do that out of the lies you said in your assignment, and this is not how you can say Beatrice for the added and subtracted reason.

"So be pregnant, Beatrice."

"... uhh, yeah, sure."

Beatrice sticks her butt out again while pulling slightly on me, which is weirdly motivating.

The vaginal hole that kept my fingers running until now is still somewhat loose, and its nasty dim darkness invites me.

If I'm being honest with you, I'm not much of a hobby about sex just assuming you get pregnant, but this time it's momentum.

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"Is it the boy you want to have? Or is it a girl?

Push your penis between your labia as you tuck it against Beatrice's back.

Beatrice answers questions with discipline as she honestly endures it.

"... oh boy... but look... a woman, something... my dad's penis, he's going to want it..."

"What's wrong with you girls being creatures?"

Don't you naturally have a weird common sense like you're destined to have sex with me when you're born into a woman?

I want you to calm down a little. You female slaves are fundamentally quite perverted daughters first. Ordinary girls who grow up normally have no reason to be convinced of female slavery in life. In front of other women watching, it is natural for them to cry and hate, even modestly, the kind of situation that naturally waits side by side for a man.

"... but when I was more of a kid,... um... ♪ If I remember the taste of this penis... I can stand it, I don't... ♪"

"You can't mean a lot..."

Beatrice saying perverse things while being inserted.

But how am I supposed to teach my kids this flavor? And don't you just have a special sketch?

"'Cause so... well, you will... ah, ahhh... when I was a candidate for bravery, I was ridiculed because I was such a woman, and I regret that I... I'm so glad I was born a woman..."

"I think it's a lot less of an example of one sex to think that far..."

Silver Dragon Almost everyone and Tetes look like "eh" but I want you to shut up for a second. Because you guys are pretty unusual.

I'm talking about a human race. And the kid's.

"And anyway, man... boy, I gave birth..."

"Relax then... we say too much temper here will produce a woman"

"Ugh, yeah......"

Legend of frown spit that the more a couple whose daughter-in-law cares about her heirloom boy birth, the more she will actually be blessed with all the girls.

Well, I also hear it's like a couple grudge festivals where there's no actual basis and there must be some cause for "wanting so many boys but not being born".

Now, how far will Beatrice be able to relax and embrace the child?

... No, you're not going to be able to relax.

From the moment the penis is inserted, the tension is hanging up, and I'm so keen on carnal desire that if I hadn't held my hips down, I would have ruptured my hips a lot more.

"Hurry up... make a baby and do it... Dad..."

"... oh, let's go...!!

Eyebrow spit anyway. I'm not obsessed either.

As I am led by the greedy vaginal heat of Beatrice, I embrace Beatrice, uplifted by my passion, and begin to wave like a beast.

"... Your husband said something like an ant earlier - Making someone you call your dad your mom is not safe at all because it makes you say" dad "in a double sense."

"Mm-hmm. Well, we have that, too."

Tess and Maia are saying something, but I decided I didn't sound obsessed with having an affair with Beatrice.

(cont 'd)

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