Chapter 258 – Leash (2)
Sting-
Sting-
Grass bugs cry everywhere.
In the bushes, grasshoppers and crickets hiding under fallen leaves blown by the autumn wind quiver and chirp.
They attract females with their own sound, their own resonance, and their own tune.
And, in the middle of the grass – a woman is standing.
A woman standing in a bush, revealing her white naked body.
Marjorie.
As she slowly gets down on her knees. She landed on the floor and leaned her upper body on the dirt floor. Until your breasts and cheeks touch the bush.
Marjorie’s white naked body was reflected in Neiman’s eyes.
“M-Marjori…”
A slender waist, a suffocatingly large silence followed, and small breasts.
She slowly creeps over to Neyman like her dog. She landed on the floor, wagging her tail like a dog—wagging her hips.
Her stiff nipples rubbed against the bush, and scratches appeared all over her translucent white skin. Marjorie groaned and groaned from the tingling pleasure.
Coming to Neyman’s feet, she stretched out her hand, trembling as it were, and grabbed hold of his boot.
Then he started taking off one pair at a time.
Tuk-tuk-
Sweaty boots fall to the floor.
Neiman pursed her lips and looked down at her naked body with a blank expression. The groin is stiffly swollen and the shape bulges beyond the pants dance.
Marjorie’s eyelids trembled.
Green eyes looking up at him with anticipation. Eyes that shimmer with fear, tension, anticipation, and excitement.
It wasn’t a mask. It wasn’t even that someone in her was threatening her.
There was no one here to shake her by the leash.
It was because she wanted to do it herself.
Marjorie asked at Neiman’s grimy feet, which had ripped off his boots – holding them up with his white hands, cupping his toes with his thick lips.
Ugh…
The good-natured Neiman’s lips hardened with tension.
“Oh, marjorie… Wh-what is this all of a sudden…”
She had no other answer.
Marjorie licked and chomped on Naman’s toes until his pupils widened – and his nostrils widened and snorted hot – and Neyman’s feet were clean.
The little toe, the ring finger, the middle finger, the index finger that is slightly longer than the others, and the thick and ugly big toe.
Marjorie licked everything clean with her tongue.
Then, like a dog submissive to him, he pressed his lips against the top of his foot. Naman’s eyes saw clear liquid dripping from the inside of her thighs – from the narrow hatch.
Neyman felt the pressure welling up in his chest.
Marjorie must have sensed it as well, and the corners of her mouth quivered as she smiled.
She climbed up clutching his thighs—kneeling in front of him, she slowly unbuttoned his trousers.
Lightly-
The laces came loose and the pants slid down. It was stiffly erect, revealing its shape through the underwear.
Marjorie let out a quick breath—a hand reaching out to it protruding through her underwear—Nyman clenched his teeth and barely held on.
“Go, why, why are you doing this all of a sudden…!”
Then she grabbed her shoulder and yelled at her.
“Marjori…! Calm down-! It’s not like you-!”
But the point is immovable.
Marjorie didn’t look up at Neyman’s face. She steadfastly knelt down in front of him – just reaching out to grab his cock.
Finally, Margery grabbed his cock, all in his underwear, in her hand.
Keugh…!
The power of her grip that was pleasantly tightened. Tighten the root of her cock, the shape of the glans and the pillar of the cock was exposed through the underwear.
Thanks to his long abstinence, his things responded quickly to Marjorie’s gentle touch.
The cock wriggling with its head stiffly erect – spewing out pre-cum from the tip.
Glancing down at her slightly stained underwear, she stuck out her red tongue and licked Neyman’s.
The pre-cum on the tip of her cock draped a sticky thread down her tongue.
Marjorie swallowed all her underwear – his cock in her mouth – swallowed.
Huh oh oh!
Neyman held his breath. It was hot. Marjorie’s mouth was hot and sticky like a furnace.
Swallow his cock in your mouth and suck-suck it as sticky as you lick his toes.
Margery rubbing his glans against the soft inside of her cheeks looked up at Neyman with teary eyes.
With his back leaning against the back of a tree, he clenched his hands on the wooden beam. His back trembles It felt so good that his yellow beard stood stiff.
Every time Marjorie’s tongue licked up through her underwear, following the shape of the cock – pleasure rose from the base of the cock. His toes are so dizzy that they tingle. The balls are shaking.
His undergarments were now soaked with her saliva—not sure if it was his pre-cum—to the point where Marjorie’s fingers patted the tip of his cock, to the point where it draped strange threads.
“Oh, marjorie… This, stop now…”
Even though she said that with her mouth, the bottom was firmly set up, so you don’t know when it will explode.
She licked her first lips and rose from her feet.
Then she led his finger – and made it into her own vagina.
Tsueup-
Soggy – hot – soggy. The inside of her cunt wriggles and swallows Neyman’s fingers. Neiman’s cock throbbed once more at the tangle of flesh.
Imagining how good it would feel to put a cock in this place-. To violate this female – to pour in his seed – his cock naturally excited and expects.
But it can’t-, it can’t be like this…
Now her mind is unstable. It is her cowardice to hold her now in her arms. At that thought—Neyman bit her lip and tried to remove her hand.
But even that was held by Marjorie.
“Neyman… Touch me. Look at my cheap…”
“···Oh, no. This, this is not… Everyone, you’re not this kind of person…”
“Touch me, please… Huh? Fuck me with a mess…”
“Marjory, Jebaal…!”
Turning her head back and forth—Neyman denied it—Marjorie grabbed his cock and stroked it gently, licking the scruffy nape of his neck with her lips—biting and squeezing—and sucked.
“Touch me… Please···. Please···. Huh?”
With tears in her eyes, Emerald looks up at Neyman. Two flushed cheeks. An off-white color that could not be covered even by a scar across one side of her face. Skin as white as snow.
Seeing this scene – what kind of man could refuse her temptation -. Even an old man who had no strength to lift a spoon would stand up and attack.
Nonetheless—Neyman bit her tongue until it tasted of her blood—and endured it. Then she grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her away.
“Stop···. Stop it It’s not like you…”
“I-don’t like me…?”
Neiman groaned at Marjorie’s question.
“No···! I don’t hate it…! Rather, rather, I like it…! The way you devoted yourself to her younger siblings was so sublime…! But why are you doing this now…! No one wanted you to do this…! Ha Seo-jun, that man is not here…!”
At Neyman’s yell—Margery pursed her lips.
“So please… Please calm down-“
With his head down, Margery withdrew from him, covering his chest and genitals.
One step, two steps, three steps…
Then, I picked up the clothes I threw on the floor and stood up.
She just- disappeared as if running away the way she came.
Marjorie…!
Neiman couldn’t get her name out of her throat.
A gust of wind escaped from her lungs.
“`
Firewood crackling – sparks.
The sun, which hung crookedly over the ridge, had completely set, and now it was completely dark.
While the stars in the sky began to show off their presence one by one-, Ian glanced at Neiman sitting next to him.
People who talk a lot and laugh a lot, now keep their mouths shut.
Not to mention, his face is hard. Neiman’s warm eyes were filled with futility, and he was staring blankly at the burning flames.
Probably because Marjorie had just dragged him into the bush.
No one knows what happened to the two of them.
Only the two people involved will know.
Ian saw Marjorie, who suddenly emerged from the bushes with tears in her eyes, and went straight into his tent.
And not long after – Neiman returned with a blank face as if possessed by a ghost.
Marjory as Marjorie, Neiman as Neiman. The two did not exchange any words after that.
The party, who had no way of knowing what had happened between the two, went into their tents after chatting incoherently in that uncomfortable atmosphere.
What the heck is going on
Ian thought hard about it, but he couldn’t figure it out.
He knew that Neyman had a crush on Marjorie.
So, is it a confession? Love confession? No, it didn’t look that affectionate.
Is it the opposite? Marjorie to Neyman?
No, this is also nonsense.
Then for what reason…?
Curiosity flashed on Ian’s face from time to time, but he couldn’t bear to ask it. It would be a sensitive matter for both him and Marjorie.
While looking at the boundaries in such awkward silence-, Ian woke up in the place, seeing the light approaching from a distance.
There were well over five or six lights coming near the hill.
“Yes, Nayman over there!”
“···Okay.”
Similarly, Nayman, who saw it, hurriedly woke up.
Whether they appeared in the dark, are they good or evil? Whether it was a stranger or a predatory-they didn’t know.
One and two people came out of the tent with their weapons.
It was a face that was not drowsy-but it was slowly nervous, looking at the crowds, pushing the dogs, pushing the darkness, and looking at those coming up.
Takakgakgak-
The horses came from the dark, and afterwards, the face was seen.
“Wow-.”
The man who raised the gray beard briefly shook the reins.
In the dark, the man’s yellow teeth reflect the light.
The man who had a laughter sat on her horse and looked around with her weapons.
Then he raised his hand on the nape of the horse and asked his chin-lean fishing boat-he asked in a tight tone.
“Can you borrow some lights?”
