Chapter 27 – The Begging Elf Teacher [Illien Ksakru] (3)
“Aww…!”
Illien’s body trembled greatly once, but she did not run away or avoid her body. She just glanced at her Marey with her impatient eyes.
“Eh… Where are you?”
As if leaning on her body now, Marey joined Illien’s side. Already within reach of her breath, Marei was passing by, pointing at each book with her fingertips as if checking her books. Illien’s breath ran through Marey’s head thickly.
‘This, this… That, so…’
Weird. It was obviously strange. Illien knew that it was normal to avoid and browse other bookshelves. She also knew that the hard thing poking her thigh was a male penis.
‘But… But…’
Her body wasn’t listening. Instead of stretching her distance a bit, she rubbed her thigh against the prick of her penis, as if telling Marey to cling to her more.
“I’m not here either, do you want to be by my side?”
“Ah…”
“Huh? What are you doing?”
“Ah, no… It might be around here…”
A pitiful exclamation leaked from Illien’s mouth as the hot, hard object he felt on her pants was removed. Watching Marei slowly walk away from her, licking her dry lips, she pointed to the bookshelf in front of her, fearing that Marai might be approaching again.
“Here you go…?”
“Hey..!”
As if hugging her from behind, her Marai pressed close to her body. Her hips are already touching Marey’s stomach, and the tight ends of her trousers are between her thighs.
“Hey, it looks like it was here…”
Illien cautiously moved her own thigh and carefully wrapped around the protruding ends of Marey’s pants. Marei snuggled behind her elf, who was already soaked in her lust, and began to slowly move her waist.
“Huh… Uhh…”
“Wait a minute, the belt is a little…”
He said it as if to mend her belt, but instead of mending her belt, Marais pulled out her own good-looking body, which was completely blue and was about to rip her panties, and her trembling with anticipation. I put it slowly between En’s thighs.
“Foot, hot! Thing…”
“Eh… Where do you think he is… Sir, haven’t you found him yet?”
“Guuu… That’s… That’s why… Ah, not yet…”
Illien held onto her bookshelf with both of her hands. Her thighs trembled, feeling cold compared to her fiery penis. Marey hugged her by the waist and put her legs forward. Illien lowered her head, and she couldn’t even properly answer Marey’s question.
‘Big, big… Ee, this… Big…?’
Clear slime formed at the end of Marey’s red amniotic fluid that protruded between her thighs. She couldn’t take her eyes off her figure as she twitched and twitched like a living creature. She began to slowly rub his penis between her thighs, sure that her own friend’s lover was not satisfied with it.
“Pa, Pawen…?”
“Yes. Teacher?”
Marey answered without hesitation. Seeing her carefree attitude as if nothing had happened, Illien carefully swallowed her dry saliva.
‘Can I touch it?’
Her hands holding the bookshelf were slowly going down. Leaning her head against her bookshelf, she moved her hand to Marey’s nipple, which was rubbing her thigh like a toy.
‘Ha, but… Lord, Julia’s…’
“Teacher?”
“Yes? Yes?”
An honorable stick came out of Illien’s mouth. Marey laughed a little at her appearance.
“Do you want to touch me?”
“Uh…Uhh… That, so…”
Seeing Illien looking at her in bewilderment, Marei grabbed her hand and led her to the penis sticking out between her thighs.
“Ahhh…”
“How is it?”
“That’s… So… It’s so hot… It’s like it’s alive… It’s…”
She was talking like a virgin, but Illien’s hand was already stroking Marey’s penis. One hand was rubbing the tip of her urethra, which was dripping with pre-cum, while the other hand was holding it between her glans and the rod. Her thighs were already spread apart, and her long thread ran through them.
“Illien is not wearing a bra?”
“Ah… That, yes… I, should I wear it?”
“No, it is pretty. And.”
“That, that’s it…!!”
Illien didn’t even know what she was answering. With her skillful hands, Marei caressed Illien’s breasts and slowly moved her hands to her hardened nipples. Even as Illien’s hand stroked Marey’s penis, it stopped halfway through. Marey squeezed Illien’s chest tightly, as if telling him to touch it properly.
“Aw… Uh… This, this is… That, so… That, her breasts…”
“Julia says I’m good at massage. How is Teacher Illien? The teacher’s massage is very refreshing…?”
“Oh, don’t you? Uh, uh uh… Well, you’re good… No, very… Joe, can I ask you a little favor, please? Me too, I can do well..”
Illien slowly began to rationalize her own in response to her Marey’s induced answer. I wonder if it’s okay because I don’t. Because it’s just a hug Her logic was absurd, but she was strangely persuading herself. The hands that were touching Marey’s things moved more actively, and instead seemed to make her masturbate.
“Ah, good. Stand, sir. Like that… Yes… Well, you’re doing well.”
Marey’s praise made Illien move her hand even faster. Accepting that her act was a kind of massage, she was playing with her penis, as if the occasional flinching of her hands was a lie.
“Oh, the end… Ah, you, you’re too lazy, this is…”
Marey’s hands gently wrapped around her nipples, then she slowly scraped them away. Illien couldn’t help but exhale admiration at his skillful hands. Her hands holding her bookshelf trembled with pleasure.
“Teacher. It’s inconvenient to give a massage, wear some clothes…”
“Uh, ugh…”
Marey’s hand was already grasping the end of Illien’s clothes and slowly pushing him up, but Illien seemed not to pay attention, holding Marey’s things tightly with both hands. Her Marais stopped undressing her and slowly dropped her own cock between her thighs.
“Ahhh…”
Illien, vomiting her regret, hurriedly turned her body to look at Marey. Her sticky wet eyes longed for her next in her Marey. Seeing Illien’s hand, sticky with mucus, approaching her, Marei took a step back. She had a better idea.
“Will the teacher take it off?”
Her hands abruptly stopped as she approached her smirking Marey, and Illien nodded slowly at her, then grabbed the ends of her own green dress. And just as her hand was about to move, a new request burst out of her Marey’s mouth.
“Slowly. Very slowly Yes, like that.”
Illien’s hand trembled with a feeling of shame or excitement, but as Marey requested, her dress slowly began to show her bare skin.
“I’m wearing purple panties. Lingerie too?”
“This, this… That…”
Like a student getting scolded by her teacher, Illien couldn’t even meet Marey’s eyes properly and just munched her mouth. In her shy demeanor, her Marais approached her and began squeezing her wet panties with her own goodies.
“You’re soaking it up like this… Are you excited?”
“I, I… That, I mean…”
The tip of her eye couldn’t separate from Marey’s huge object. There, her body lowered her posture and pushed out the wet part of her panties, as if asking for a deeper stab every time Marey’s penis prodded. Marei was looking at her, who was drowning in her lust, as if appreciating her painting.
Her flushed face, her red tongue peeking out from her slightly open mouth. A sharp jawline, and green eyes looking down at herself, wet with lust.
“Ahhh…”
Her moan erupted from her mouth again on her Illien as her object of her Marey started to recede as if she had no intention of stabbing her anymore. Marai pressed her body closer to her, swipe past her shapely belly, swept over her lingerie, then slipped her hand into her wet panties.
“You have more hair than you think?”
“Ah… Uh…”
Illien trembled her body greatly, as if embarrassed. Feeling the gritty texture of her pubic hair at her fingertips and groping around her slimy wet cunt, she squeezed Marey’s hand tightly into hers. Her grip was so tight that it left a mark on her arm, and Marei held back her scream as it bounced back.
“Take off your clothes again, Miss Illien.”
As if teasing Elaine, Maray started slowly sweeping the pubic hair around it without touching her cunt at all. As she held her hand and led her to her own vagina, Marei just stared at Illien.
“Bur, I’ll take it off… So…”
Illien’s hands moved away from Marey and went up again, but grabbed her dress. Now she began to pull up on her clothes with her hands, completely trembling with her excitement.
Her belly button was dented under her slowly rising dress. Though not visible to the eye. When her fingertips didn’t feel anything, Marey brushed the area around her navel more closely.
“Oh, it’s tickling…”
“You don’t have any fluff? Did you cut it?”
Illien shook her head. As if she wanted Marey to enjoy her belly more and more, her hand stopped before she knew it. As I rubbed my cheek against Illien’s stomach, where her muscles were showing, and let her tongue stick out and lick her in a circle around her belly button, she let out a small, ticklish laugh.
Her hands gripping her dress were trembling. Illien closed her eyes and let out a sweet sigh.
“Ahhhhh…!!”
“I really have no hair at all.”
“Ah, no really… Hey hey!!”
Illien leaned against her, holding Marey’s hand, which had suddenly slipped into her panties. Marey swept down her thick pubic hair, comparing it to her well-groomed belly. Are you ashamed of this? She wanted to tease her a little more persistently.
“There are so many here, but you didn’t shave?”
“Ugh… Well, really…”
Marei touched her prickly pubic hair that he felt in her hand, and Marei grabbed the tip of her chin of her Illien, which was leaning on her own arm, and met her eyes with her. Her eyes, sparkling with curiosity, had already lost their luster and were only looking at Marei.
“You cannot lie to me. Teacher Illien.”
“Gee, it’s real… I, really…”
Tears welled up in her green eyes as she looked at Marey. Marey kissed her on the corner of her eye and removed her hand from her chin. But her hand was still in her pantyhose as she moved her hair in her panties.
“Keep taking it off.”
“Cow, the fingers are ah, inside… Ugh…”
– Prick.
Marey’s hand lifted up over Illien’s panties. Illien bent her body down and let out her rough breath once more. Illien’s dress, which was pulled up by her, was draped over Marey’s wrist.
