23 023 Mia

The third kiss was passionate.

We overlaid our lips so that we could devour each other.

I sat next to her and held her in my arms at some point.

Breathing roughly and with his nose, he also turned his arms around my body desperately.

My nose bumped and my teeth and teeth bumped over and over.

But after a while, they got used to it, and their lips became integrated.

The slutty sound of saliva mixing with saliva echoes inside the room.

"Mmm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm."

It took a lot of courage, but I put my tongue up.

Push open the tightly closed visiting lips.

At first there was resistance but a slight comeback opened my lips.

aiming at that gap, I plugged my tongue in at once.

"Mmm."

And the visitor makes a noise of surprise.

Ignoring that, I searched for the tongue of my arrival.

Scatter a sea of saliva secreted in large quantities, looking for a hidden tongue of coming somewhere.

This is my first deep kiss.

"Nju, ah, hey, ah"

Gasping briefly, the visitor glances at the kiss from me.

But I won't let you get away with it. Covered in a commute falling asleep on the couch, I continued to suck on those lips.

And he ravages the mouth of the visitor with his tongue.

A tiny coming-of-age tongue I found.

Obsessively chased around, tangled up.

Comfort rushes to the body as if the mouth itself had become a sexy belt.

Kurakura and consciousness strike a wave, and I feel a body dall similar to anaemia.

I just got interested in kissing while the two of us played dirty noises.

"Ah... Okaya-kun..."

And the commute turned his face aside.

Nature, the kiss is over, an awkward silence comes.

I'm on a horseback ride to visit. [M]

Disturbed chestnut hair is twisted over the couch.

Works of art.

A visiting face that everyone would praise.

And on the flesh I ride. [M]

"It's intense..."

The mouth of the wet commute is jealously lit.

"Sorry......"

When I was calm, I turned my body away from my abode. [M]

When I sat on the couch, I told him like an excuse.

"My visit... is so cute..."

"I know, that's not true"

It was an unpleasant tone.

But the discomfort to me there was no dust. [M]

I'm throwing my legs this way. Coming.

Two legs stretched out of the skirt eyelids.

School-specified white top, and blue socks.

Exposed smooth thighs, and hidden buttocks in skirts.

Unexpectedly, my hand was reaching out.

He was slowly stroking his visiting thigh.

"Hey......"

Come and see me like I'm angry. [M]

But I didn't run away or refuse with my hands.

I just took my legs off.

"Sorry......"

Apologizing, I took my hands off my thighs.

And he turned his floating hand into the belly of the comer.

Touch its thin belly from above the shirt.

"What are you doing?

"No... something..."

When you breathe, your visiting belly rises and falls.

Each time I felt happy. [M]

When I stroked my stomach, the visitor twisted himself like a tickle.

My skirt turned and my thighs were even more exposed.

My fingertips were numb with excitement.

But the nerves become sharp, and the more you stroke your belly, the more blood flows down your lower body.

"Hey, why, belly?

"I feel something..."

I raised my eyebrow root and laughed like I was having trouble coming.

And he drew his hand, which was stroking his belly, closer and closer to his abundant breast.

"Ah......"

And the face of the visitor who was laughing is so strong.

It's not fear. It's a bully face if you dare to describe it.

Go past Mizo and go to your visiting chest.

Start by crawling your hands to your right chest.

I'm surprised at the softness of it even though I just touched it.

"Huh..."

Close your lips tightly and frown.

There is no atmosphere of rejection, but there seems to be a rush.

Can I let him touch it like this? I see such a stray.

I covered my chest with a palm before I had an answer during my visit.

"Ah."

And rub.

Soft. Soft. Soft.

He would of course be wearing a bra under the camisole.

There was a strong texture of fabric and wire.

Still, the visiting chest is soft and the fingers sink.

I rubbed it slowly, but at a rate that never gave me room for thought.

The meat bars I've been training are starting to erect lightly.

The visitor turned his back and stared far away so he wouldn't look at me.

Reddish your cheeks, rough your breathing, and scratch your lips.

The frowning force and the force in his shoulder seemed to get stronger and stronger.

I rubbed my left chest with my other hand. [M]

I get excited about its softness, just like my right chest.

I could clearly be aware that comfort substances were secreted in my brain.

Sparkled light. Each of those photons brings superb joy to the brain.

"Ahhhh..."

of the bitten lips of the visitor, so I can gasp.

I was overwhelmed with teasing hands.

"Coming..."

I called in a voice to the extent that I could hear it or not.

"Huh...?

Apparently it arrived at the commute.

When he turned his face against mine, the visitor slightly tilted his head.

"What...? Okaya, kun......"

"Can I take it off...?

I asked, rubbing both breasts.

"Don't... don't... don't..."

"But... I need permission"

"I don't know...... ahh"

I turned away again. Coming to the habitat.

Lost. I removed the button at the top of my shirt for now.

A bearded neck and glimpsed clavicle in the exposed area.

That's all my hands were shaking. [M]

It's the perfect girl in front of you.

Someone who is happy to let go even if we just had a conversation.

That's what I'm trying to get off my visiting shirt.

Removing the button didn't say anything about visiting.

Is that okay? Can I take it off like this?

There was such a stray, but there was no way I could put it together.

Unbutton one more button.

I won't refuse to come. Just let the air into your lungs big.

"That's okay?

I asked again.

The answer to my visit was the same as earlier.

"I don't know..."

The moment I unbuttoned my three eyes, I stopped getting lost.

Shivering hands kept unbuttoning my shirt.