Chapter 351 – Episode 351: Kendo Girl 3
His trembling fingertips her grabbed the hem of the flowing uniform her and gently pushed her aside. The hem of the dress slipped down her shoulders and fell to the floor. In the end, the two men and women in the courtyard ended up hugging each other awkwardly, naked.
‘It’s cute because it’s like this.’
A space where subconsciousness and lucid dreams are jumbled together, as if he had done anything to withstand the curse of heat. Song Yena’s unconscious mind seems to serve me as her teacher her, but she does not think of me as a constellation. The sword that cuts the bridle of her teacher is also a constellation, but I wonder why… If you take the dream content seriously, it’s stupid.
Thanks to the strange situation of thinking that she is her teacher her but not her Constellation her, she can gain her courage her, so is n’t it rather an advantage.
Hesitating and slow, but the hand that does not stop and moves to the end. Its gentle touch her strokes her breast her with great care, as if it were her own newborn child her. The fingertips of her gently stroked the texture of the skin of her, sitting down so that it did not even feel like it was touching the skin of her.
“Anything, you mean?”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Feeling her hand her gently caressing her chest, I also reached out her hand her toward her hip her. As usual, he would have been stroking his back a little more of her, but he was already warmed up by sparring. The warm body temperature warms up my chest comfortably, but it’s hard to bear it any longer.
I feel my body tremble in my arms as I hold the elastic hips in my hands. It takes a lot of courage to even touch my chest, but I can’t help but be surprised to see a teacher like the sky lustfully massage my butt.
If you see Han Ye-ji come to her senses after sex after being in heat, then Song Y-na will also do something, and she will come back to her senses her.
“Then, go, chest…”
Maybe it’s because it’s another problem to say something out of your mouth even if your body is fidgeting. She murmurs as timidly as her hands her movements her, and uses her entire palm her instead of her fingers her to caress my body. Rather than feeling erotic, it was an exploratory touch, like a child stroking a dog or cat’s hair.
In line with that hand movement, I also moved her hand her that had been massaging her ass her to her chest her. A posture of caressing each other’s chest at a distance where the hot breath touches the skin. It’s still bright and it feels more immoral because I’m doing it under the sunlight.
After stroking my chest with the palm of my hand and feeling the heartbeat, my hand came down. A hand that passed over the ribs of her, gently caressed the abs of her, and then tried to go down a little further. I also, in line with her hand her, caressed her soft yet strong body her in the same way.
The hand that was going down and down eventually reached the cock of her. Hands placed carefully on top of cocks that were already stiff and stiff from the tactile sensation of stroking each other’s bodies.
“Oh, Constellation Master…?”
She puts her hands a little lower than she does, and runs her fingers over her frizzy pubic hair her, and a groaning murmur is heard. As she caressed Klee directly with her fingers, it seemed that the mental strength that endured heat had finally collapsed. Like water pouring from a cracked dam, his sexual desire her is about to explode. I wonder how he will react now, so I leave my body as it is.
I didn’t expect to be subdued with my wrists and cock held.
Song Ye-na, who laid me down using a fallen military uniform as a blanket, looks down at me with her red eyes.
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Constellation Master, Master—
Song Ye-na, who is not yet sane like Han Ye-ji, cries anxiously while holding me in her arms her.
No matter how strong of mind she is, how can a dreamer put up with her instincts her. That too, while under the curse of estrus, he stroked her pussy with her fingers her. It was a short caress, but as she gently scraped her pubic hair and touched her bean, her patience her reached its limit.
‘Still, should I say it’s better than Han Ye-ji?’
I lay down on a thin piece of uniform, but there was no such thing as a sore back on the dirt floor. It was a dream, and it was also the body of a Murim person, so I think my back will be fine even if I lie on the gravel floor, let alone the dirt floor.
I look up at Song Ye-na, who rode on top of me and inserted her cock without hesitation. Rather than Han Ye-ji, he maintained his opposite sex, so he started having sex as soon as he laid me down, without licking, rubbing, or using my body to masturbate. Reaching the first climax with just the first insertion is the same.
As my sweat-soaked breasts swayed up and down in sync with my body movements, drops of sweat splattered like raindrops in the sunlight. Of course, it doesn’t feel dirty. The sweaty, shiny skin and the fine hair that clung to it and swayed here and there were special to look at.
Fetish… Even if it’s not that far, it should be called fresh. It’s hard to see a well-trained Murim’s body disorganized like that.
“Ah, stand, Constellation Nihiim—”
The strange pleasure that a beautiful woman, who was always disheveled with pleasure, forcibly moved her waist on top of me, even staining her face with her saliva and tears. Just like her words her, her broken figure her gave strength to his cock her, like the seasoning that completes the dish.
From the first insertion of her, I shook her waist to the point of being close to a trance, so how many climaxes has it already been? Gradually, I feel that my emotions are being sorted out little by little, whether I have reached the level of roughly feeling that I am not a swordsmanship teacher, but a constellation, and that this place is a dream world. I started to feel a very weak apology in the sexual desire that spread like wildfire.
In my opinion, he was trying to hold on, but in his subconscious, he seems to think that it was his mistake because he crushed me like an animal.
“Yes, here I am—”
Of course, that feeble feeling of guilt was no more than a glass of water in the face of wildfire-like sexual desire. Rhythm, nabal, and if it was normal, she would bruise her ass her or bang her pubic bone so hard that as soon as she heard my voice her, she came over her lips her.
The moment she opened her mouth to try to tease her with words, she could n’t immediately respond to the intense kiss that came over her.
And she bites my lower lip with her front teeth as if she was wasting even that fleeting moment. Her sticky tongue her burrows like a snake as she opens her mouth at the urge to gnaw her lower lip with her front teeth, as if to try to open her mouth. She rubs against her face as if her beast is marking territory.
Her tongue-to-tongue her tangles, and he rolls in, exchanging her saliva and brushing her teeth her. When I let go of her lips her because of her rapid breathing her, I turn her head her and press her face her with my cheek, then stamp her her nose, cheek, and forehead her with her side lip her. Then a rough kiss pushed back into her gaping mouth her to make her laugh at the puppy-like behavior.
Her voice her penetrates my ears as I close my eyes gently at the rough kiss that leaves me bewildered in many ways.
“Since you said you’d listen to anything, can I continue?”
“Why, did you intend to stop here?”
“That’s because my mind has returned. Couldn’t the curse have been lifted?”
Her hips are moving enough to make a popping sound, but her face her looks a little worried. To say I’m sane, my body is still moving violently, but I don’t think I can feel it.
In order to avenge the small saliva-covered face of her, I paired her ass with her as she climbed on top of me! I knocked loudly. It’s a pity that her handprints are not engraved because her body is already red hot. Instead, perhaps because she was sweating profusely, the feeling of her palm clinging to her palm her as if she had been splashed with water was addictive.
“If it was resolved, would you be doing this?”
“Huh–!”
She is amazed at whether she should say that her body and mind are playing separately, or that she even forgot that my hips were working hard. I like the taste of her hands. She pats her butt with a little more effort, and she changes her waist slightly.
It simply thumped up and down as if it were a landing machine, then came to its senses and began to turn its back.
My big, sweaty buttocks pressed me down on the pubic bone that had been beaten hundreds, maybe thousands. At the same time as being considerate of me, lewd teasing of the waist that tries to scrape my comfortable place with a cock. As expected, it was such a happy change that I wondered if my head started to turn when I got semen.
“That’s right, because the curse hasn’t been cast yet…”
Song Ye-na swallowed her saliva and turned around while inserting it. So that instead of the violently bouncing chest of her, you could see a smooth back with sweat-drenched hair clinging to it damply. Called this reverse cowgirl, I can’t remember.
Of course, the name of the body was not important. It was because the flesh that bit the cock tightly turned 180 degrees and gave me a different pleasure than usual. Thanks to that, chills ran down my spine, and I began to ejaculate, which I can’t remember how many times.
“I think it will take a long time for the curse to disappear…”
Would he have liked the fact that the semen, which was enough to fill the womb, turned into magical power and disappeared? I can’t see my face her, but my back and hips are shaking. She stretched out her hand just as she was and placed it on her hips her, then ran her fingers through her tight muscles her as she hid her face her and murmured softly.
