episode_0022

If I finished training in a good mood, an even more pleasant routine was waiting for me.

If I crossed the shabby wall of a clan without any supervision, the sentence was waiting for me with a red face again today.

Creak Creak Creak Creak

“Ah… ! iced coffee… !”

My daily routine was to train during the day and hide in the sentence’s room at night to avoid others.

Creak Creak Creak Creak

“Ugh..! Ugh…! Ah… ! ah… !”

For the past two days, it had been his daily routine to put his hand between her legs and tease her vaginal wall with his fingers in an obscene manner, and even Seon Seon, who had shyly hesitated at first with repulsion, soon found it natural to leave her legs slightly apart.

“Ha… !”

As she naturally moans, the fingers go deeper. The pussy, which had been tight even with just one finger, gradually opened its entrance flexibly and became soft enough to even try two fingers.

“Ugh! ah… ! Well, there… !”

Then, when you insert a finger as wide as a finger and push the finger up to find and stimulate the weak part of the meat wall, Seonjong is startled like a wild animal that has encountered a natural enemy and lets out a cute scream, and then covers his mouth, not knowing what to do due to the stronger stimulation that follows. It was common.

“Huh! ah… ! Ugh… !”

The face, struggling with pleasure, lost its pale tone and became crimson. Even in the dark shadows, I could clearly see that she was starting to color.

“Ah… ! iced coffee… ! Ugh… !”

Ordinary women curl their toes or stamp their feet when reaching climax, looking for opportunities to vent their pleasure, but in her case, as she cannot move her toes, she sweeps her feet below her knees like a broom and covers the bedding. There was often a repeated sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

“Ha… ! iced coffee… ! Ah…! Ugh..! ah… !”

Then, he grabs my collar, looks at me with longing eyes, and gasps for breath.

“Ah… ! Ah… ! ah… .”

But I have no intention of letting her go right away today. I stopped caressing her and withdrew my hand when she was close to climax. I showed off my wet fingers in front of my eyes and lifted my body leisurely.

“Ha… ! ha… !”

Seonjong was looking at me and my finger alternately, his eyes shaking. Her expression was very unique, and her gaze was separated from me and the hand caressing her, as if she were two different beings.

I shook off my hands and loosened my belt. The shape of a hard erect penis appeared in a blunt shape through the pants. Senseon took a breath, looked at me, and remained silent with an expression full of what he wanted to say.

She was fighting with herself in silence. Her inner self, like a gentle bitch who silently accepted my caresses, and her pure heart that never forgot her pure love with Ja-young, clashed with each other. That’s why her eyes were looking at me desperately with a struggling expression, but her lips were tightly pressed together and she couldn’t say anything more.

I pulled down my pants, ignoring her expression. Senseon did not understand my actions, but turned his head in surprise when he saw the large sheep popping out. Blindfolded, she shouted in an angry tone.

“What… !”

“You are a married couple, so should you be the only one who feels good?”

If you keep caressing her, you’ll end up like nothing more than a masturbation tool. What I wanted was to firmly dominate the sentencing and crush it beneath me. In order to do that, I needed to make it clear to her that she, too, needed to serve me.

She should make me feel good as much as I make her feel good.

“Well, that’s… .”

The sentence did not refute what I said. He was wiggling his fingers with an embarrassed expression, but had nothing to say. Because it was natural for couples to make each other feel good.

The judge’s eyes moved here and there. She was in the process of convincing herself. In return for agreeing to become a couple, she becomes the mistress of this family. Then it was natural for her to serve me.

After shaking her head and thinking for a moment, she finally opened her mouth.

“Uh, what should I do?”

I didn’t explain it in words. Instead, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward my breasts. As I wrapped my hand around my heavily swollen cock, I felt every detail of the cold, dense sensation. I almost made a strange sound without realizing it, but I held it back, and Seonjong was looking at my dick with a subtle expression.

The veins were prominent and heavy, so she couldn’t cover them all with one hand.

“This is strange… .”

Even though the judge said that, he did not take his hand off. I held her hand and slowly stroked my dick up and down. After I moved my wrist a few times with the appropriate grip strength, it started moving my hand on its own without me having to make it move.

“That’s right. Like that.”

As I slowly sat down again, she held my penis and moved her hand awkwardly along it.

“Ugh… !”

We sat across from each other and fondled each other’s genitals.

Senseon was repeating mechanical movements with clumsy skill, but the pleasure of having someone else’s hand brushing against my genitals and the pleasure of trampling an inexperienced woman at will made my body heat up.

“Ah… ! yes… !”

And she frowned as she felt me teasing her by inserting a finger, running up and down her crack, pinching her clit. Even though I bit my lip and tried not to make an obscene sound, I couldn’t help but spit out a sound from my mouth, took a deep breath, and straightened my neck.

“Ah… ! Hmm..! Hmm…!”

As I tried to endure the pleasure, my grip began to gain strength and the repetitive movements of moving up and down became disorganized.

However, every time I applied force to my hand, the sensation was so exquisite that I took a deep breath, and in order to enjoy the sensation of pressing and pushing up the stem, I tormented her weak points by pushing and pressing them with my fingers.

“Ugh! ah… ! Yes..! Sigh…! joy… !”

Then, unable to hold back any longer, Seonjong makes obscene sounds, panting, and the area between his limp legs gets wet, staining the bedding with the vulgar liquid. The liquid that flowed from my dick made her hands sticky, and we hung in the viscous liquid endlessly, as if we were stuck in a swamp.

“Ah… ! iced coffee… !”

“After… !”

Without knowing who was first, we reached the threshold of climax and exhaled and exerted strength. Both Seon and I held each other’s bodies tightly, pressing our bodies as close as possible and raising our voices.

“Ah, ahhh! ah… !”

Senseon pushed his body so hard that his chest clung to me and collapsed, and I felt a brief flash before my eyes and coughed up semen.

“Ah… .”

White liquid splashed onto her naked body as she took off her top, and Seon Seon’s body trembled every time semen flowed over her stomach. She leaned against me and gasped.

“Ha… . ha… . ha… .”

The sentence’s expression was blank. She glanced at her hands and stomach, but showed no reaction to what she had done or to the semen streaming down her stomach. A person who is strongly stimulated has no choice but to react indifferently to other things.

That’s how you get used to it.

That’s how it gets colored.

The time remaining until Moonju came was too long. It was enough time to train and strengthen my basic skills and color the sentence with my own colors.

Our breaths quieted down, and we were enjoying the afterglow of dense pleasure.

Seon Seon’s eyes sank as if they had been colored with excitement for some time, and his complexion hardened as if he felt a subtle sense of guilt at the fact that he had even touched someone else’s cock while feeling pleasure.

I ignored her expression. In a situation like this, if you try to persuade someone in a vague way, it could have a negative impact. Even people who act rationally don’t know what foolish things they can do if they make a mistake.

Instead, I soaked the towel that Seon Seon had prepared in the room in advance in the bath water and then wiped her body. Seongwon, who was trying to act calm when the towel was brushed over his chest, stiffened when the towel touched his lower abdomen, and when it reached between his legs, he closed his thighs and let out a weak moan.

“Ah… .”

I said, stroking her hair.

“Let’s do something that feels better tomorrow.”

Then the sentence did not answer. However, in those gloomy eyes, I could clearly see a battle between faint expectations and a sense of guilt trying to deny those expectations, which made me even more amused.

If you keep doing this just a little longer

Sentence and I could become a ‘couple’.

Isn’t marriage ultimately the same thing as union?

Even if there is a ceremony, if there is no occlusion between the man and the woman, they are not a couple.

Even without a ceremony, if a man and a woman had intercourse, about half of them could be considered a couple.

Maybe a week.

Even if you take your time slowly, that will be enough.