episode_0047

Paula did not immediately accept my words, nor did she reject them coldly, but after a pause, she gave an ambiguous answer.

“…It’s all good, but are you just going to play with your pussy? Pussy is a hole that God created for us to rub against each other and to make our dicks feel good. Are you really planning on just using your hands?”

It’s not wrong, but it was an unexpected answer for me, who was expecting either yes or no, so I ended up questioning it a beat late.

“What do you mean, Paula?”

Then, without me telling her, Paula grabbed both ends of the skirt provided for female cadets and lifted it, exposing her natural shaved pussy. I was half-struck by Paula’s voice as she explained why her pussy was wet, as if she wasn’t embarrassed, while the she-cat and Hannah had their eyes open.

“Look at my pussy. When you used clean magic, I was also affected and all the bodily fluids spilled on the floor or on my body were completely wiped away, and while I was watching you tormenting that instructor bitch, I got soaked again.”

After listening to Paula’s words, it was clear that the moisture in my groin had exceeded the level, and sticky water was leaking out and slowly soaking my thighs. In particular, the upper part of the black stockings provided for the winter health of female cadets who wear skirts rather than pants had a darker color than the original color due to absorbing a lot of moisture. did.

Who would have imagined that stockings, which originally started out as clothing worn by men to protect their skin when wearing armor, would later be used to add decadence by covering the thighs of moderately plump and sexy women, giving them a sexy look. Have you tried it? I think not.

“Well, that’s right… You’re really wet. Could it be that she was using the thorn whip as a punishment to masturbate her pussy?”

Paula shook her head from side to side, denying what I said.

“No. I didn’t masturbate my pussy. This happened just by imagining it. If the one up there was me and not the instructor bitch… If that whip was swung at my back instead of the instructor bitch… When I imagined that, I couldn’t help but get my pussy wet.”

“What… what!”

Even if Paula has a more sensitive body than others, is it possible for her pussy to get that wet just by imagining it? If the content of the imagination is not about normal sexual relations between lovers, but about riding on a triangular wooden horse and being directly exposed to whippings so strong that blood boils, one cannot help but wonder whether Paula has developed masochism without realizing it. does not exist.

However, even if you try to doubt Paula’s statement, it will take a considerable amount of time to find out how much of it is false and how much of it contains truth. Spending that time on brainstorming instead of investing it in sex doesn’t suit my temperament.

Paula went to great lengths to ensure that I could focus on her pussy without wasting time worrying about unnecessary things.

“Are you confident that you can just touch a wet pussy like this without fucking it?”

As soon as Paula’s words entered my brain, my hand shot forward and grabbed the pussy exposed under the skirt. Without even aiming, she cried out happily when my thumb pressed the button on her clitoris.

“Kyaahhh♡”

“You seduced me dressed like this… and you made that sound just because you grabbed my pussy? Who told you to skip the panties and just wear stockings? Huh?”

When I rubbed Paula’s clitoris alternately from left to right with my thumb, she made excuses that she couldn’t get enough of it.

“Pae, I didn’t wear the panties… because you told me not to wear them…♡”

“So you’re saying it’s my fault that your pussy is so wet? You also gladly accepted the command not to wear underwear! I enjoy feeling the cold winter air on my panty-less pussy! Stay still. The nipples that are currently covered by the top aren’t standing erect, are they?”

With the clitoris so hard and erect, I don’t think it would be possible for an inverted nipple to remain calm, but I wanted to check more clearly, so I placed my other hand on Paula’s chest, cupped my index finger and thumb, and made sure that the nipple was attached. I hit the right spot and bounced it.

At the tip of her finger, Paula seemed to feel the hardness of a nipple that had been erected to its limit rather than the softness typical of a breast. Then, Paula tilted her head back, stuck out her tongue, and let out another moan.

“Ngooook♡”

I climbed to the top of a mountain on a night with a full moon over Paula’s face, and watched the werewolf howl at the moon in the sky. I repeatedly tightened and loosened my grip on her pussy. Perhaps because there was a lot of water, it felt more like kneading seasoned meat rather than touching my vagina.

“Tsk tsk… There is no such thing as a bitch in estrus. This is not a figurative expression, but if you put me in a nest of bitches or female wolves right now, I think they would whip out a dick that wasn’t there and rush to rub it into your pussy. But since there are no bitches or female wolves here… should I eat you?”

It took a very short time for Paula’s head, which had been raised towards the ceiling due to the shock of her nipples bouncing against my finger, to come down again and be able to talk.

“Mmm… Better… Fuck me… My pussy is ready for mating, do whatever you want…♡”

“If you want that…!”

Whatever the process was, after confirming Paula’s intention, I went behind her torso, grabbed her huge breasts with both hands, which would put a burden on even those who say they love big breasts, and dug in from the outside near the armpits to the inside near the nipples.

The moisture spread to her breasts, which were being held by her wet right hand while touching her vagina, but the person in question did not care about that at all and smiled ecstatically.

“Haha…♡Haaa…♡”

Anyone would think that after living a life where my muscles were tight and my shoulders were stiff from carrying heavy weights all year round, I was entrusting my breasts to a professional masseuse for the first time. It’s a massage technique and all I do is massage with my desires.

“Hehehe… Paula, the look on your face right now… is so vulgar. So it’s nice to see. Keep that expression. Show that bitch how you feel when I touch you, not anyone else…!”

In fact, if you’re just going to touch her breasts, you don’t need to change your position, but if you want the she-cat on the triangular horse to be able to see Paula being ruined, it’s best to turn back rather than stand in front of Paula and cover everything.

My intention was safely carried out, and I could see bloody tears flowing from the female cat’s eyes. It was only after seeing that that I realized that if a person is truly angry, the blood vessels in their eyes may burst and turn red, and the blood may mix in and cause non-transparent tears to flow. Since I was self-employed, I didn’t feel particularly pitiful.

“Ugh… You must have shed a lot of blood when you hit me with the thorn whip earlier, so what are you going to do if you spill more blood there? I don’t know~ Is it your life or mine?”

As I shot the arrow with my honest feelings, a voice full of resentment escaped through the gap between the ball gag and my lips, which had no holes.

“Keuuu…

“Hmm, I don’t understand anything that’s being said. I think I know they are swearing or cursing. But this is just the beginning. Up there, watch carefully as the female you tried to get but couldn’t, melts in my hands.”

To prevent the female cat from closing her eyes or turning her head, I increased my control over her body even more and made her look at things I didn’t want to see. I violently ripped off Paula’s top, causing the buttons to pop in all directions. .

A pair of breasts that were suddenly liberated from being trapped in a prison called clothes made a sound like a ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ greeting everyone in the room. It is truly a polite chest.

Looking again at the purple plate at the end of the breast, it was very spacious, and the nipple was raising its head as if asking for it to be touched. Instead of rejecting it, I held it with my index finger and thumb and expressed the breast milk. The nipple that sensed my touch spurted pure white breast milk toward the front as if it were supposed to, and the she-cat sitting on the triangular wooden horse ended up getting covered in all of it.

“Ah… sorry, sorry. Were you there? I did it on purpose. Actually, saying sorry is a lie. I’m not sorry at all. All I can think is that it’s a shame. Aren’t the female breasts you couldn’t get really killer? You can watch as much as you want. Although I won’t have a chance to touch it in person.”

Even as I spoke, Paula’s breast milk was dripping in a parabolic arc onto the she-cat’s face and ungainly breasts, chastising her for her foolishness. A lot of white threads were layered over the naked woman’s body, making her look like a woman tied up with rope and sold as a commodity at the slave market.

Let alone whether anyone would pay money to buy such an ugly piece of gum.