Chapter 109 – Chapter 109: Elf Work 1
A soft hand gently caresses the eyelids.
A slender touch that seemed to make your eyes tickle and make you laugh.
As I was concentrating on the slow, feather-like touch, my shirt was rolled up before I knew it.
“I, I am the older sister…”
At the same time, a small whisper that stimulates the ear.
Although it is a weak touch and a whisper that cannot be called a stimulus, it makes the face heat up like an electric current.
The desire that boils in my heart turns over and cries out to crush the unfading giant tree,
The other side whispers to see what the girl, now going through with a man for the second time, will do.
Of course, it is the whispers of the latter that I raise my hand.
While leaving the hand covering my eyes intact, the other hand clumsily caresses my chest.
A soft yet warm hand moves slowly over her chest, but it does not feel erotic.
The hand of a giant tree that is still immature and does not wither is better than seducing men and satisfying their lust.
It was because he was stroking my chest as if he were patting me.
There won’t be a psychopath who insists on lewdness when a parent pats a baby’s butt.
It’s not like I’m quietly tickling it with my fingertips,
It’s not like touching my nipple or areola and seeing my reaction.
I just press my chest with the palm of my hand and feel the sound of my heartbeat.
That doesn’t mean she’s indifferent.
Because if you want to touch your chest, of course you have to touch your clothes.
As I gently caress my chest in sync with my heartbeat, I feel that my clothes have rolled up, exposing my stomach.
Even with her eyes closed, I can feel her gaze on my stomach.
Maybe it’s because of the racial characteristics of elves, it seems like it’s hard to tell the difference between a man and a woman just by looking at a six-pack or a slender belly with no flab.
Perhaps she was curious in that respect, she could feel her hand her slipping down from her chest her covered by her clothes her to her exposed belly button her.
As if making clay round and round, her palm her rubs my belly round and round.
Because she’s doing this, her mother’s hands her seem weak.
Of course, the touch of her thighs her felt by the back of her hair her and the refreshing scent of the forest.
Added to the gentle touch, my things rise naturally.
Did you see my stuff pushing up your pants while rubbing your stomach?
Suddenly, her palm stops.
From the chest to the stomach, from the stomach to between the legs.
Going down here seems to take a lot of courage.
Slowly, tantalizingly, palms face down.
Down, down, pressing the navel above the navel.
I can feel her lowering her upper body her little by little, whether her posture her is uncomfortable or if she’s nervous.
The amount of light coming through my eyelids diminishes, and I feel the long blonde hair gently tickle my face.
At one point, her hand that was covering my eyes her disappeared, but I didn’t want to open her eyes her.
It’s because her emotions of her, felt through the skin she touched, are surprisingly vivid.
Could this be the difference between races, or between constellations and incarnations?
Her arrogance and courage her mix together and stimulate me like a well-made latte.
All I know about male-female relationships is my first experience, but
Her pride in being both a woman and an older woman held her back.
Without showing immaturity
A small desire to lead me in a cool way like the heroine of a romance manga.
Her desires her were insignificant indeed, but precious at the same time.
Don’t you have the courage to take off your pants?
Slightly lift the pants dance with one hand,
The way he puts his other hand inside seems to let out a little laugh.
“That, that’s okay, are you okay?”
As soon as she put her hand inside her troservants, what she felt
It must be the end of my object and the heat pressed by my underwear as I stiffly raised my head.
It was because I could feel the thin fingers reaching my lower stomach and then shrinking slightly in surprise.
Did she think that her pants would get caught in the grip and shake like last time?
Her sneaky retreating hand grabbed her pant leg her and opened her eyes.
With her cheeks flushed red, she pulls down my pants.
So, just pants.
Her eyes pierced as if nailed to the featureless gray boxer shorts.
Her glans of her, which had been stimulated by tapping her fingertips a few times, seemed to have some copper liquid on them. Is that what drew her attention to her?
‘In the meantime, I smell sweet…’
In this situation, it’s a bit funny to smell wild flowers and grass instead of the nasty smell of chestnut flowers and squid.
I’m lying in the living room, and the scent is like taking a bubble bath in the bathroom.
It’s not just me, it’s the same with the pure-blood elves, the giant unfading trees.
It is an immoral situation in which he caresses a boy who has been left defenseless.
As if the situation was unbearably exciting, her body also smelled of new grass.
Just as spring comes and flowers bloom in a small forest,
A sweet scent began to mix with her fresh scent of her.
‘If your breasts are a bit big, no. Then it’s a bit strange.’
Here she would bow her upper body her and if her breasts her were a little bigger, she would be able to receive her goddaughter her while teasing her with her mouth her.
However, it would be a bit strange for a delicate girl’s body to have breasts of that size.
Is it supposed to be the standard of the slender model?
I think it would look a bit strange if a body as beautiful as a well-cut plaster statue had large breasts the size of a human head.
Isn’t the word “Race of beauty” Used for nothing?
Her poor imagination can’t even picture her transformation her in her head her because she thinks she has a perfect body just by looking at her current appearance her.
I can still stretch out my hand.
It’s a little uncomfortable, but from the position of lying down on her thighs, I stretch out my hand over her head as if hurray.
The target is, of course, her pendant her.
It’s like a tunic with a long piece of cloth wrapped around the body and secured with a pendant.
Maybe if I take it off, the clothes will just flow down.
The traditional outfit of the elves, it’s very erotic when you think about it like this.
As I stretched her arms over her, she pulled up my jacket like last time, perhaps taking it as a signal to take off her clothes.
The view is temporarily blocked, and now the state is wearing panties.
Thinking of how damp the ends of my things were, I wanted to take off my panties as soon as possible.
Because honestly, it’s embarrassing.
The way the crotch of the gray boxer shorts got wet little by little might be considered very lewd in the eyes of a woman in this world.
But one thing is certain.
What I feel is that it is disgusting.
She pulls my panties down right away, whether she understands my feelings or is just copying her last experience of her.
The slightly cool air feels like my furious object,
The guy who has already enjoyed the sweet scent and soft touch doesn’t shrink in the slightest.
“Wow, sticky…”
She spat out her small exclamation and reached out with both hands.
Are you curious about the clear liquid that flows from the crack at the tip of her glans?
To rub it with the palm of your hand as if you had touched your stomach earlier.
Grab my nodded object with one hand,
With her other hand her, she nudged the sticky wet glans and rubbed it round and round with the palm of her hand her.
“Um, who, sister?”
“Hehe, you call me sister?”
She smiles innocently, as if it makes her happy that I call her noona.
I don’t know what it feels like to press the glans of her head with the slightly concave part of the middle of her palm her and rub it round and round.
No, it would be strange if a woman knew that sensation…
As I learned last time about adding and subtracting power, grab hold of the pole of my object,
Stimulation by rubbing the palm of the hand round and round as if applying copper liquid lotion.
It is not an intense pleasure,
Perhaps because of the constant tickling of the end, a sense of ejaculation is already coming in.
Since it was so large, I wonder if you could see it flinching and inflating a little.
She smiles and says to me.
“It’s okay, that, because it didn’t end with just one last time.”
Then he grabs her pole and even shakes her hand up and down.
Have I become too accustomed to a life of near-infinite energy?
It seems that not putting up with circumstances has become a habit.
When she is lying on the floor with her thighs cut, her hips her naturally gain strength and her back her rises up.
‘No, if I wrap it in this position…’
It’s not enough for that little palm to take –
As if to do such troubles later,
Semen flowed out naturally, and a thrill of pleasure rose up from the tailbone to the back of her.
The large amount of semen that flowed out was, of course, such an amount that she couldn’t take it with one hand.
“Oh, oh, that’s right. Posture…”
A little bit of semen falls on the lower abdomen and makes you feel a hot sensation.
In the meantime, the smell is sweet again, so I feel like someone is spraying body wash on me, which makes it even weirder.
She tried to contain the flowing semen by using not her hand that rubbed her glans of her, but even her hand that held her pillar of her.
There is no way that the semen flowing from her rubbing her will be wiped clean with her bare hands her.
The sticky touch that flowed down her pubic bone,
As she contemplates whether or not to get up and wipe herself because of the afterglow of her languid pleasure her, her pure white and soft breasts her come right in front of her eyes her.
She knew it was an unfading giant’s attempt to wipe it off with her tongue her, since her hands her couldn’t do it.
I only understood after a few seconds.
