Chapter 138 – 67-2 Slave Pussies
“Open your legs.”
“Ah, I see…”
In the first example among Allen’s examples, Chloe Cerro, half-dressed, sits on the edge of the bed, and as her thighs, which she shyly collected, fall, the juice drips horizontally.
It must have been quite embarrassing, but I liked the way my fleshy thighs trembled and the juices started pouring out.
“Eh, can we do this…?”
Now you know without having to do it.
How commendable it is to see her cunt dripping with love juice spread open while still covering her thighs.
“It’s good. Now, if I teach you one, you are doing well enough to know ten.”
Clos Sero naturally smiled when Allen stroked her hair saying he was proud.
Then, suddenly, when I looked back at myself being happy to hear a compliment that wasn’t a compliment like this, somehow I felt a sense of shame.
“You don’t like the look on your face?”
“Uh? Ah, now, what are you thinking about for a while?
“Who said I was thinking about something else in front of me? Do you want to lie down with that bitch over there?”
“Okay, I was wrong!!! Bo, I’m going to go back, don’t regret it…!!”
Clos Cerro let out a moan comparable to that of Pamela as she wiggled her nipples, which were half-hidden by her gown.
The sweet scent of body wash mixed with the smell of sweat from pinching her nipples and the smell of her pussy, so I really liked this sweet yet lewd smell.
“No, noah uhh!!”
“Reflection and Nabal. Straight ahead, think and manage your expression well. Okay?”
“Ha ha… Ha… Ah, okay… Yes…”
Clos Cerro lets out a rough breath without even touching her tingling nipples.
When he sees a hand that is approaching his chest again, unlike the appearance, with a ferocious hand, Clos Sero quickly speaks honorifics and lets out a breath.
“You are quick to notice. Now then, try to pierce the pussy by yourself.”
“N-yes…”
Enduring the pain of her throbbing nipples, Clos Cerro held her cunt open in the same position as before, raising her fingers and gently rubbing her clitoris and labia minora. Was coming out
“Wait a minute…! Uh, face… De, pushing it is a bit…”
“Continue.”
“Huh…!”
Hearing Allen’s heavy voice telling him to continue, Clos Sero’s whole body heated up.
The feeling of breathing calmly as he stared intently at his crotch, and then gradually getting hotter as he rubbed it, was so chilling.
‘Wouldn’t it smell just in case?’
Suddenly, I can’t remember if I cleaned my groin well when I took a shower a while ago.
Now she was worried about how to look in Allen’s face if she smelled anything strange.
However, unlike Clos Cero’s worries, Allen was in a state of intoxication with this strong smell that was wafting up like she felt before her.
Little by little, no, fingers getting faster and faster.
Clos Sero’s fingers, which had been squeezing the clitoris and labia minora, were half eaten into his vaginal opening before he knew it, and a more sticky sound came to his ears.
“Huh… Hah… Ah…!”
Clos Cerro’s moan, which grew louder as he endured it, remained even after he erected his cock.
“Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey… Go, go, go, ha… Write… Uh…”
At this time, at the sound of Pamela’s sagging voice that broke her good mood, he cautiously approached Pamela, who was trembling strangely as she rolled on the floor, leaving Allen’s hot cunt behind her.
“Hey, my dear… Go, go, go… B, I… Come on, self-injury huh…!?”
First and now.
Seeing Pamela roll around without being able to speak properly after experiencing a total of 11 climaxes, Allen thought:
She must have gone twenty-eight times, and she herself said that she would put an end to corporal punishment, as long as she could keep her sanity…
‘…It’s not a rice cake, it’s not a yaoi, it’s a normal person… No, it’s a crazy bitch, but can Pamela endure 28 climaxes?’
Thinking that, Allen placed her hand on Pamela’s shaking womb and reaped the resonant mana.
“If you do this again next time, you know then, right? Double?”
“Ah, Arashun… Ni… Daa… Go, Ganshahang Nidaaa…”
Pamela struggles to crawl up her arms and legs like her dog, then licks her Allen’s fingers with her dim eyes.
“Haa… Haa… Grow up… Chug… Chuup… Haa…”
He was licking her knuckles, thumb, index, middle, ring, and little fingers in turn, but strangely, his eyes were not on her fingers, but on Chlosero, who was sitting on the bed masturbating.
‘That’s great. She’s been driven crazy like this, but look how Closé holds it back… Her real mental strength is enough to stick her tongue out.’
“I-I…! How dare an insignificant bitch…!”
Recognizing the look in Pamela’s eyes, which had been released by her climax, Clos Cero, enraged by those red eyes that she said had won her, got up on her bed and quickly approached Pamela.
“Who wants to get up without my order? Do you want to be scolded?”
Before Closcello could say anything to Pamela, Allen turned her head right in front of her and was silently angry at Closcer why it happened without her own orders.
“Ah, no… That, that… That, that destined pink bitch!”
“What did Pamela say?”
She knew everything, but Allen deliberately pretended not to know and watched Clos Cero.
“Bo, didn’t you see…!? I, with those longing red eyes, won against the principal…!”
Clos Cerro appeals to Allen as if he is sympathetic with a voice mixed with tears, saying that he is upset with a slightly tearful expression.
‘To think that a nobleman who was old enough to be so hot that only one kid was staring at him…’
However, when I saw Clos Cerro’s face that was about to burst into tears…
‘I want to torment you more.’
Woman’s cry.
I think it’s probably the greatest weapon women have.
Tears in adverse circumstances.
Cry when you’ve done something wrong.
Tears are a very powerful technique enough to bring guilt to a person who has sinned but is innocent with just one tear.
But Allen was of no avail.
For Allen, whose conscience is an erogenous zone, her woman’s tears were just her condiment to further stimulate her own erogenous zones.
More than anything else, Clos Cerro did not have this situation in mind with her technique called Women’s Tears.
However, Allen, her own disciple, took the side of the demanding girl who licked and sucked Allen’s pretty fingers more than her teacher herself, and was only disappointed that she did not recognize the expression that she had triumphed proudly.
“From now on, we should get along well, shouldn’t we get along well with each other? Is not it?”
Allen scratches her head with her saliva-stained hand and returns to her original expression and voice, telling Clos Cero that she is her comrade from now on and asks them to get along.
“M-, well… If that’s the case…”
“Chuup… Majayoo… Haa… Haa… Chug… Chuchong…”
Pamela cuts Closero off and smiles as she licks Allen’s palm.
Seeing the hateful Pamela acting with a deliberately slurred voice, Clos Sero’s slightly puddled tears did not run down her cheeks, and the pink girl raised her mana slightly so that she would not feel defeated when she saw her own tears. Pod! It disappeared as thin steam with a sound.
“Pamela stop licking my hand now. Chloe Sero. You’re the third senior, so make sure Pamela’s education is straight.”
Pamela seems slightly taken aback and her tongue stops licking my hand, and Clos Cero says that the time has come to pay back the humiliation she has suffered.
“So what? Instead. Should I continue the masturbation that I didn’t finish earlier? I didn’t even order it, but it’s not a bit like getting out of bed and coming on your own, right? So let me help you specially this time.”
“Oh, it’s okay…”
At the word that he would help masturbate, Clos Cerro naturally returned to respectful words and actively shook his hand and head in the same way toward Allen, showing his intention of refusal.
“Are you okay. I’m trying to help, why are you refusing? And if you are a pussy slave, you should listen to your master like a pussy slave. And then what if you give a very mildly severe corporal punishment? Is not it?”
Mischievous smile.
Clos Cerro was very aware of Allen’s now smiling smile.
It was that smile that I often saw even unconsciously.
As if the memory he had experienced in his subconscious came to mind spontaneously, Close Cero’s body trembled, and his chest and thighs trembled.
“Shivering. Alright then, both of you lie down on the bed.”
