Constellation of the Reverse World 289

Chapter 289 – Chapter 289: Natural Instinct 4

When you wriggle your body and rub your body against a soft female body, it suddenly comes to mind.
That the way he rubs against his protruding lower legs resembles a dog in heat.
I almost didn’t notice, but as expected, the beastman’s characteristics were fully displayed.

Inside the forearm, the immaculate body gently squirms and turns her body her.

Then, a small face with densely packed features meets my eyes.
Reflected on the deep blue wall like a jewel is my face clattering in the heat.
I can see that even the giant tree that does not wither is slowly getting excited at my appearance, which can be called indecent.

“Hmm, maybe there’s something wrong with the descending body’s magic amplification circle.”

“Therefore?”

“If the problem is that the demon’s magical power is too much… I’ll just take one step out as you said.”

Contrary to the innocent and youthful face, the sullen eye smile that looks like a coquettish smile.
Without hesitation, a small hand toward my lower body snapped! And grabs the pants..
Her smile deepened as if she felt a flinch just from that insignificant stimulus.

The appearance of a sexy and strange woman who is completely different from the usual girl who is a little passive in sex.
If the semen contains the magical power of a dream horse, then the unfading giant tree is as well accepted as the incarnations.
No matter how much I think about it, when I was pulled up by her descending body her, it seems that the magic of her her dream horse her went to her as well.

“Hey, sister, will you make it comfortable?”

That’s not a bad thing.

It’s nice to have a passive side where you hang your head in shame and just hug each other tightly.
I also like how she playsfully wiggles her hands and stimulates her as much as she wants.
In fact, if the bean pods got stuck like this, wouldn’t anything be good as long as it didn’t aim for my ass hole.

… If someone points a strap-on dildo at me, I’ll be doomed to eternal nightmares.
The lower part became chilly for a moment because of the terrifying imagination of the world where men and women were reversed.
As if kneading her egg sac with both hands, the blood rushed straight to her gentle touch her, which slowly crackled.

“Uh, it sure looks bigger than usual…?”

“More?”

No, fuck it, I looked down to see if it would be inserted if it grew to the size of a black object.
What came into my eyes, startedled, was a large, heavy guy standing upright as always.
It’s still big and heavy, but I don’t know if it’s bigger, but is it different for her when she touches it?

Like putting a cold towel on the head of a person with a cold, a cool touch relieves the heat.
I’m enjoying that fragile pleasure that doesn’t seem to lead to ejaculation
She lifts her balls up, bringing her hands together as if to recall her spring water her.

… It wasn’t the thickness or length of my lower torso that she said had grown.

“Look at this, it’s so full.”

“No, what… ?”

It was my egg sac that she had grown to the extent that she admired it.

At this point, he’s so vicious that even goblins think he’s a song bag, and he’s the size to steal.
Usually, my body, including my lower body, maintains the ideal sexiness that women fall in love with.
It was a completely different weighty shape than the one where the size ratio of the pole and the marble was properly adjusted.

The egg sac, which had lifted its head up enough to touch the navel, had become so heavy that the glans tilted forward.
And the unfading gaze of a giant tree that gradually loses control over seeing it and thinks it is too erotic.
No, does this feel similar to women’s swollen breasts?

“I need to make it easy for you.”

“Huh-?”

It looks like it should be described as being big and powerful and vicious and gigantic, but
A giant tree that doesn’t wither in half heat like me buries its sleek nose in the egg sac.
The pleasure of a small, hot, lukewarm lump of flesh licking up the folds of the skin.
I feel like goosebumps are creeping up on my back, so let’s let out a breathless moan
Using even her moans her as a catalyst for her excitement her, she moves her tongue once again.

She’s not a heroine who’s been bitten by some kind of aphrodisiac.

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She’s like a drugged heroine.
With her muzzle, kill! But her body is hot.
Of course, I’m not going to kill you, but attack me! I feel like I want to shout out.

“Nu-sister~”

“Whoa, you’re much cuter than usual. I’m sure the lesson that lack is better than overflow will also be used in her dream horse’s magic her.”

Even though she had a lot of fun with active women in the world of gender reversal, she didn’t want to go through something like this.
In a lucid dream, thanks to my infinite energy, I had a clear weakness of attacking when I was tempted and flirting when I was in trouble.

Just tantalizing tease.

The undying giant tree, who has become oblivious to the point of not knowing whether it is an elf or an erof, jokes with his mouth her.
A very weak sadism that was hidden because of the title of older sister and senior was revealed.
Sadism, of course, means patting my ass or licking my ass and then stopping,
Rather than being sadistic, it’s closer to being naughty about returning the prank that was played to me.

The problem is that it works too well for me.

‘My body is more sensitive than I thought?’

The sex I experienced in Apocalypse was close to a dry repetitive task.
When fed, the stout prostitute walks in her old skirt and spreads her crotch.
Sex that involves caressing, spitting, inserting the head of a cock into it, and shaking the waist until it is cold.

Should I call it a reaction, when you have sex with incarnations or with a giant tree that does not wither?
I tried to share sympathy by caressing and touching the skin to the extent that it was sticky.
But I didn’t know that the fact that I had never put up with circumstances from Apocalypse until now would be poisonous.

“Whoa, flinching is cute.”

“Is this cute…?”

“It’s bigger than usual, like a small animal with its body fully inflated.”

“…?”

Lifting up her heavy egg sac, she sticks out her tongue once more.
The act of licking between the egg sucks and scraping up the protruding blood vessels.
I bit and sucked and caressed her with her mouth for at least ten minutes.
My longing for pleasure has scratched the bottom of my patience.

The lower half of my body was soaked and soiled with a transparent liquid that contained more copper liquid than saliva.
Rather than feeling bad because it was sticky, I thought that I wanted to be a goddaughter using that as lubricant.
Even more so when I saw that smooth back lying on the floor between my legs.

… I’m in heat, that’s right

Maybe it’s because of the leisurely pleasure, but it feels like my brain is being burned by the heat.
It felt as if my head had melted like lukewarm porridge.

I wonder if my calm appearance of her, which did n’t attack me as if I was in heat like usual, was a little fun.
Instead of this, the undying giant tree, which had bitten the egg sac with its lips and pulled it, finally stood up.
Drip-drip, I felt like the transparent saliva that flowed down her chin she explained everything.

“Whoa, the usual revenge is over now. Will you really help me?”

“Quickly, please—”

“Except for the increased number of ears, he has become very cute.”

Perhaps because she has double ears, it feels like her whispering voice is stirring her ripe head.
After lying flat on the floor and playing with her egg sac, she woke up and what was in front of her was an immaculate belly.
In the middle of her narrow belly her, I could see her concave navel her quivering cutely, so I buried her head in it.

A sweet elf-like scent that penetrates deep into the nose like a drug.
I’m rubbing my cheek against my soft yet moderately firm belly
I feel her hand her slipping through her hair her.

“Um, can you catch this?”

Then she strokes her her animal ears, lays her on her back her, and grabs my horns like she’s holding her steering wheel.
It’s the shape of the horns that grow from my temples along my forehead, so they pull me like a safety bar on a ride.
He inhaled deeply into the soft skin that buried her entire face of her.

Her belly button her trembled once again as the warm breath flowed down her navel her.
I stuck out her tongue her and licked her lower belly and navel, just as she did to me.

… Something sweeter than usual.

“Ahaha, tongue, tongue is too sharp?”

“Is your tongue pointy?”

“Yeah, the tongue seems to have become the tongue of a beastman. It feels the same as when babies lick their cheeks.”

I stick out my tongue, but can a person observe the tongue without a mirror?
It was also in a state of closeness to the point where her nose was pressed tightly as they were hugged by the horns.
She licked her belly button as if she was picking her up with a little vengeance on her.

Seeing that she was greeted in her panties, she looked like she had just taken a bath, so it wouldn’t matter.
What I felt on the tip of my tongue was a sweet taste like honey from a fruit.

It’s not something to talk about while licking a person’s belly button, but it was a taste that suddenly reminded me of my childhood.
Why, among the ornamental trees of the apartment complex, there was a tree with a lot of small red fruits.
When I squeezed the fruit of the tree, transparent honey flowed out, so I was scolded for sucking it.

The tongue that had been digging into the navel is lowered and sent down.
Past the navel, beyond the strong lower belly, to the place where the pubic hair is located.
It is a small pea that shyly hides among the soft, soft fur.

“Uh, wait a minute? My sister is so anxious about that, what?!”

Her giggling her caught her belatedly, and in a fright she let go of her hand her from her horn her, but it was too late.
Its ears are canine, but its tongue is like a cat.
Like a real beast, he licked her private parts her wet and wet for a long time.

Oh, it’s sweet