Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Ever since that day, I started the day with a daily Pelacchio from Ari every morning.

When I get up early and come down to the first floor, Ari, who welcomes me with a bright smile like my wives, naturally takes off my shorts and enters the act.

"Huhuhu, Father... I really appreciate it. Is it okay for me to eat all this?"

Ari flirts while rubbing his face on my stuff, as if he was very pleased. I like the tender flesh, the stretched red hair and the itchy touch of my hair.

"Don't overdo it."

Ari is tall and slender, and his chest is even bigger. Red raw hair down to the waist is attractive, and sharp eyes also stimulate my sexual desire. She is a beauty who feels similar to Karin. Eyes on Claudie, though.

I can't do that because Ari expresses her affection so thoughtfully. And what about the yard Claudie had already built?

"Let's just wash it to the satisfaction. It's my job to lose."

"Yes, I will."

Ari, who was rubbing her face against my cock, now covets my lips.

- Page, page. p.

- Page.

- Fuck.

- Page, page.

- Page.

As my wives do, Ari warms my cock with a loving kiss for approximately 10 minutes before giving it by mouth. The sound is obscene, and Ari who does it is obscene.

This... is not an intolerable stimulus.

I enjoyed the service by touching Ari's head like that.

"Ha.. Father.. I love you.. Really, I can't stand it.. Can I masturbate now..?"

Ari, who was completely red-faced, did not kiss my cock, but looked up at me and asked for permission to masturbate. Ari will be as excited as I am. I can't help it.

"You don't have to ask questions like that. If you can't stand it this time, you have to."

"Is that so? But... I want permission."

"Why."

"I just like your permission to speak in person..."

Ari said he was ashamed.

I don't know what the difference is, but Ari gave me permission to say that she likes to get permission from me.

"May I?"

"Whatever you want. Do what you want."

If you'll excuse me, Ari looks me in the eye.

Do you have anything else to say?

"Th... my father."

"Why."

"Can you... give me the right directions? Stick your finger directly into my pussy and whisk it inside... please let me do that."

"No, Ari?"

Our Ari Wall?

"Do that. I like it better. I want to feel better with my father."

"Oh, my God."

Ari asked for it as if he was begging with a fluttering eye. This is all because my education was wrong. Then I can't help it.

"Then... Ari. Quickly... poke your finger in the pussy and suck mine while whisking inside."

"Huhuhu! Yes. I will! Do you love me, Father?"

"Damn it."

Ari immediately rubbed his pussy with a foaming attitude, stabbed his finger and bit his lower lip.

"Argh...!"

Ari, who was feeling that way for a moment, slowly put mine in his mouth. The body of Ari, who was still masturbating, was trembling, and his mouth was very hot.

That way, Ari began his morning greeting and Pelacchio.

- No, no, no. Question.

- 쥽, 쯉. Question.

- Oops, oops. 쯉.

"Argh...!"

I feel like I can hear my back, so I can't hold my breath.

I feel pretty good.

It's very irritating.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Pellaccio of Ari, who was immature at the time, also became quite proficient with Claudie's recurring education. I'm smart, so I can absorb everything. I would definitely feel better than doing it by hand.

The hot tongue curls up mine and rubs it where it feels good. Ari was literally serving to reassure me.

"Phew...!"

But he teases his hand hard and shakes his inside with his finger. The tears poured down the floor and soon began to smell sweet. I didn't, but I started smelling like flowers in Ari's lamentation after Pella.

Racial traits.

- No, no, no. Question.

- 쥽, 쯉. Question.

Ari looks up at me constantly sucking on mine like she's possessed. It's like, "Is this right...? 'Like asking.

It is Alaune who seduces men into nourishment.

I can't stand those sharp eyes.

"Ari. I think I'm going to be sleepy..."

"Ugh."

When I sent the signal, Ari was ready to take my semen down the throat. You care about me until you know how good I am.

- Buenos Aires.

That way, I hugged Ari's head and shook her long in the throat.

"...!"

When I'm in a situation, Ari also flinches away at the peak. But Ari doesn't stop. As soon as the situation is over, I gently lick mine again and enter 2 turns.

The procedure is repeated for about an hour before the morning greeting is over.

"Haa.. Haa.. Father.. It was good today.. I can't think of anything.. But I'm really glad you let me do it today."

After about an hour of pella, Ari, who had been completely stretched out for masturbation, hugged my leg and greeted me with a hard hand. The floor was messed up with the lamellae, but not a drop of semen flowed. I swallowed it all up.

"Yeah, that's good."

I wish Ari had been better.

"Did you feel good...?"

"Extremely."

"Huhu, thank goodness."

"Now let's wash up."

It was time for the sun to set.

It gradually brightens the outside.

I went straight to the bathroom, holding an elongated Ari. Immediately sit her down and pour water. Because if you wake up in the morning, you have to wash.

"Father... do you love me?"

As Ari was washing her body, she asked me with her eyes wide open. Not at first, but after taking responsibility, I gave my heart and now I can say I love you.

Because you used to ask me for that kind of affection while I was with you every day.

"Of course I love you."

"Female, no. As a woman or as my guardian...?"

"Of course..."

As a woman, all I love is my wives.

"Father, guardians don't do that. Biting cocks or doing cocks... that's what a man does to a woman."

"I know why, but tell me now."

That's a very sharp point.

"I want to be loved as a woman. Aunties do all that. I can only hear it coming from the second floor bedroom every night... If you love your father directly, will that sound?"

"Umm."

I can hear you all the way to the first floor... of course. Even if it is soundproofed, I can't hear four people moaning all the time.

"Of course, being a woman means wanting to be loved... means wanting to have sex with your father. I don't do it with my mouth, I do it with my mouth..."

"No."

No matter how much Pellaccio you are having, sex is a bit of a psychological rejection... but I think that if you get your mouth shut in the first place, it's all the same anyway.

"I can't move anyway. Now wash my pussy."

Ari, who leaned on me, demanded confidently.

"No, do it yourself."

"I can't move... I can't wash the saliva properly, can I, Father? If you can't wash those pants, they'll get dirty."

"Do you want to keep mining?"

"But... I've given you four mouths since morning... I wonder if it's a natural request..."

Ari rubbed her head against my body as she kept bluffing.

"I can't help it."

I immediately sprayed water on Ari and soaked her hands. He held her in his arms from behind, and took her hand towards the vagina as if he were touching his wives.

"Ah, Father...!"

"I'm going to wash it, so stay put."

Rub thoroughly to apply soap to Ari's pussy.

"Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Argh..! Gi, I like that outfit..! Father..! You have to put your finger inside and wash it properly..! Argh!"

An obscene voice flows.

A hard-exerting clitoris crawls through the palms of my hands, and it keeps my hands hot as the mourning drops. Ari rubbed her thighs as she trembled to see if she was already at the peak. The waist also bends.

Do you feel more in touch than in masturbation?

"Hahh!!"

After making Ari a mess, I was able to wash and come out. Wipe my body, wipe Ari's body, and lay me on the couch. After repeated peaks, Ari breathes calmly like a sleeping princess in the forest.

"Oh, shit."

It's the beginning of the day.

Immediately, he picked up his approximate training shorts and went out to the backyard with the bugal drawn.

Ari is responsible for my morning cravings... even though I definitely had an advantage.

I didn't do it by hand, but Ari served it by mouth, so I felt like I was cleared of the spirit of sexual desire because I was satisfied in my own way. I increased the efficiency of morning training.

"Hmm."

Certainly.

I am clearer than usual.

As Claudie said, I was restricted to my body in many ways because of my morning sexual desire. I need to complain, because I gave Ari a few pella for an hour, which increases my concentration and efficiency.

- My weight method.

A technique for shaking the inside of an opponent by spilling resistance.

In the meantime, I've spent a lot of time using a thousand horse-drawn bottles, so I didn't have a problem using them with my feet. In fact, when I fought Hilde, I also succeeded in imitating Jean: Even though it was only 1% more powerful than a whole thousand horsemen.

But the problem is the hand.

This isn't working by hand yet.

I immediately picked up a pebble and poured resistance into it.

"Dejaaaaaaah!!!!!"

With a strong blend, Mana starts to crack into the gravel as it flows in. I'm not holding it tightly with a grip. Then it breaks.

I only used the doctrine of my weights.

- Heh heh.

But this is the limit.

If you step on it, everything that gets dizzy explodes. If it had been possible to give complete power by hand, the gravel would have become sand and swayed.

- Quajic.

Anyway, I immediately put the bugal on the ground and stood on the watery tree.

I always used a thousand horsepower with my feet. Then, you can practice using the clothesline with your hands. Then, it was naturally possible to use the weighting method by hand.

This is the training method I found.

"Thousand horsepower."

With a similar sensation to using a clothesline, blow the Mana into your arms and hands and jump high. A jumper that stands on a watermelon with only two arms.

- Pull!

My body comes to mind.

Literally Reverse Cheonan Limbo. Polish your senses by jumping with only your arms. Fortunately, I was able to remember my senses more easily since I gave Ari Morning Pella.

- Chaaak.

Land again with the palm of your hand only and repeat the same procedure until Mana comes back to Oring. Then, when the whole body is sweating, release the pose and extend to the godfather.

"Hmmm..."

I like it.

I feel that killing Baron Salverin has improved my combat senses. But at the same time, the idea that this is not enough catches my heart. To a little higher ground. At least we have to pull Karin and Vibil up enough.

After a short rest, get up, practice muscle training and brachytherapy, pull out the buccal, and perform a physical exam.

I don't have anything to do with sex at home anyway.

I spent a lot of time seducing myself like that. I eat and rest around lunch and repeat it during the day.

You should be able to use my weightlifting technique with your hands as soon as possible. After completing that, the goal is to use a knife as well. That way, I'll put a knife in your ass and burn your fucking lives, motherfuckers.