Chapter 222 – Chapter 222. Password “58” Two “69”
Dami dodging herself.
I didn’t care and put my face on my belly button.
“Wait, are you really going to do it? Now wait!”
“Because I will drink the rest. Umm, chuup-“
“I’m sorry, stop sucking your navel… Wow!”
Dami shook her waist. Her body bounced, and the drink, which had only been shyly flowing, now spilled out in all directions.
Haha, haha… !”
Dami held her breath hard, covering her face with her arms. She let out a loud moan, but sometimes she held back.
“Oh… Wow…”
She met her eyes through the veiled slit.
Little cat sister who shakes her thighs just by licking her navel…
She asked, allowing her to rest for a while.
“Are you okay?”
“It’s all right, isn’t it? Laugh… You should do it yourself.”
I looked down. The body of a naughty little sister. Her thin waist, which could be grasped with one hand, was drenched in clear dew.
‘They were so mixed up that I couldn’t even tell who they were.’
Maybe Dami wanted to cover her face?
Her arms were raised, exposing her armpits.
“If you’re embarrassed, maybe you should take a break.”
“What did you say, I know you were ashamed of being licked by your brother… It’s too self-conscious…”
For that matter, her insides turned red.
Shy armpits that show their inner feelings by showing pink…
Transparent water flowed down again.
She brought her face as if possessed.
“What? Why come up again… !”
“I think I forgot this one.”
“That’s the armpit. I’m finally crazy… ?!”
Dami waved her arm, but she didn’t resist as much as expected. The smell of her flesh only rose from the fluttering of her wings. She was snarky
“I’ll make you kind.”
“Ah… !”
I brought her face.
Her face was caught between her sister’s arms.
He pressed the tip of his nose against her armpit.
“Yes, it tastes like you don’t press it… !”
“Ha… Ha…”
It smells sweet and sour.
My head is pounding.
Dami tickled the touch of my breath. The skin of her armpit was soaking wet.
“Yes, yes…”
I pursed her lips and sucked.
Chew-eup- Chew-eup-
The flesh was so soft that it stuck to her lips.
‘Whoa… The younger sister’s smooth armpit…’
It was swiped with her tongue. Got wet It was spectacle.
An older brother mixing her own saliva with her sister’s sweat…
But Dami wanted it. It wasn’t pushing me away.
“Ah… Are you far?”
“Cheong, chueup… Keep getting wet Chuap, Chuap.”
I sucked her armpit one last time, then closed her mouth and let out a “Puff-“.
“Sigh!”
Her egg breast rose and fell. Dami also quivered her eyelashes.
“Dami, are you okay? This one is done.”
“It’s crazy… Aren’t you ashamed?”
“Because we’re fighting right now.”
A filthy younger sister. I said as I straightened her wet hair.
“Other girls do too, but since you’re my younger sister, you have to do your best.”
“Anyway, the armpit… Seriously, as long as it’s her sister’s body, it doesn’t matter where it is?”
It makes a rather peculiar sound.
To the point of being overjoyed.
I went down along her side line as if complimenting it.
A waist line that draws an arc under the younger sister’s armpit and falls beautifully.
“Yes… I’m sorry!”
The more Dami twisted her body, the more her posture collapsed.
“Haaang!”
My silence followed protruded convexly, but I kept my patience without losing sight of it.
‘What is this move? Dami, since you’re a woman, you instinctively seduce men, but… No, I can’t go over it now.’
I raised my head.
At the same time, fluttering
“Huh!”
Dami’s back touched the ground.
I looked at Dami who was lying down looking at me and met her eyes.
“Oh…”
“Damiya.”
“Oh, brother.”
The lower stomach groaned. I wonder if he likes me that much, the nursery is already excited.
Her sister, who had kept her virginity, reacted honestly by welcoming me as a man.
“Why are you laughing again…”
“Because it’s unique.”
“Damn it, I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
It doesn’t matter.
I just had to put my mouth on it.
On her sister’s belly.
“Are you okay.”
“What-“
“Pocket.”
“-Oh, hey… !”
On top of the naive nursery that wants to bear the seed of her man.
“Side.”
“No, no!”
“Put it on, side.”
Dami was at a loss for what to say and only kept her mouth open. Her eyes widened, and it looked like the light of the blue sea was about to flow down.
“Idiot, huh, that’s not a place to kiss…”
“Shit… Side…”
“Ugh, a real asshole…”
Dami looked at me.
Coincidentally, I was also on the floor, so our eyes crossed each other.
Chook, Chook – Bounce the metronome to match each other’s pulse.
We shared such straight eyes…
*
Dami Yang would recall vague memories of her from time to time.
The time when she washed up in the arms of her younger sister, Yang Da-hee. The days when she faced her older brother, Dajun Yang, and played in the water together.
— Huwaang, Daddy!
—I’m not your father.
—Ugh, brother.
Waved her hand she didn’t reach “Whoa.” I hit the overflowing water surface. The water has reached “Huh.” Then, the older brother swung and waved his hand. Water droplets splashed out. “Challang-” They touched each other. “Huh, brother.”
What was it like when you grew up a little more than that?
—Huh, brother.
— Ugh.
—What the hell, stupid anyway!
When I grew up a little more than that little bit, no, much more. He was taller than he was when he was no longer leaning his head against the wall. By the time he stopped marking keys with a pen.
-What you looking at?
-What’s the matter…
—Huh, asshole.
It was cold. Got away He turned his head. He averted his gaze. Thought. Didn’t think. I wasn’t worried because That’s what I thought. I remembered it, it came to my mind, I cherished it, and I kept it in my eyes.
“Ah…”
Contained in the eye.
“Brother…”
For some reason, just looking at it makes my nose go sour.
“Brother…”
The blurry figure in the reddened eyes, and the figure of Yang Da-joon, who had to face each other several times in order to contain it more.
“Damiya.”
“Aww, brother…”
So, the two met eyes.
Dami Yang sent his floating heart upward.
Looking up at his brother, he opened his arms wide and pulled him into his arms.
“I like you…”
Happy to welcome his brother, a pink offal meat went out to meet him.
“Love you…”
“Um, ugh. Yes, Damiya.”
“Brother… Chun… Chun Chun…”
Tongue and tongue intertwined, sharing her heart.
Her hand touched her gently.
It was a happy moment.
A brief kiss.
“Ugh, ha ha…”
I drew an arc line around her mouth. I drew arc lines around my eyes. The more she distanced herself, the more she came into view. It was nice to see.
“… Ugh.”
Was it regrettable?
Tongue sticking out
“Sorry, I still have a long way to go.”
“I know… What the.”
It was prickly.
It wasn’t because I hated it.
‘What are you trying to lead?’
Dami Yang said that she wanted to treat her brother as a woman.
So two legs
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m asking you to keep quiet.”
She stretched out and embraced Dajun Yang. She pulled towards her. She let it come to the groin.
Cracks between the beautifully widened legs…
“Oh.”
Her brother’s face was pressed against her sister’s crotch.
A situation on the verge of a kernel lingus, the slightest bit of her tongue.
Her cock stood upright.
“Ugh.”
“Huh… What’s the matter?”
Dami Yang raised the corner of her mouth. I asked mischievously.
“If.”
“Ugh…”
“Huh, did you really stand up to your sister for seeing her there?”
“Sorry, I didn’t know. Huh.”
The way he apologized satisfied something in his heart. I wanted to see more. Beating, beating… I had to see more.
“How long is it? Show me where.”
Quite an admirable older brother’s cock that gets erection by being held by her younger sister…
No matter how much Dajun Yang hesitated, she was like a male moving man, and Dami Yang stood up without hesitation.
“Kuh… Don’t stare too hard.”
And it fills her eyes.
“Hey, where… Ah?”
“Ugh, I’m really sorry.”
“Ah, ah… ?”
I couldn’t catch it at a glance. I had to look her head up and down, intently.
‘Really, can I do this?’
Yang Dami started to worry a little.
A woman’s body heated up by a passionate kiss with her brother. Just in front of her eyes, Dajun Yang. But it’s a very big one.
‘That’s the only reason, woman… She’s trying to make her sister goofy… ?’
At this point, siblings don’t matter anymore. Her birthplace was to decide.
“Oh… Oh…”
It became unbearable.
It’s only natural for a woman to attack a man…
“Hak, haha… !”
Dami Yang jumped up and pushed Dajun Yang away.
“Ugh!”
Haha, haha… !”
She ran over Dajun Yang.
She suddenly became 69 posture.
“Huh… !”
“Damiya, Damiya!”
“Ugh, uh uh… Misunderstanding… Don’t get me wrong…”
Dami Yang said as she looked at her flinching cock.
Yang Da-jun, who got his nose stuck in a lump of shit, and himself, who faced her glans sticking against her face.
The two hugged each other.
“Dami, then… ?”
“Yeah, misunderstood… I told you not to misunderstand. This is because I want you to drink the remaining alcohol quickly… !”
She spoke freely, but it was just an excuse anyway.
Each other’s ‘there’, where you have become so wet that you don’t even know what it is.
“So, come on, drink quickly…” !”
Yang Dami urged.
The smell of sweet apples drifted through her ass.
“Huh, then.”
