397. Handsome Writer 4 (1/2)
Seohyun walked into the department office and encountered a suspicious group. At first glance, a common fish (?).
It's still early summer, but I already have a chubby male student who's sweating and his glasses are all dry and acne on his forehead.
Seohyun was startled when he saw them.
‘Well, what the fuck? ’
Like Seohyun said, ”I'm afraid of shit so I don't want to get close to it.” Seohyun tried to avoid them by sticking to the wall.
At that time, a fat student who looked like a chew duck muttered with a strange object like a vein detector in his hand.
“There is also a sense of intermittent energy around here. ”
Then, he said with an admirable look.
“Yareyare · · · · ·. Sars Taehun Samar's opserving · · ·. I can't believe I didn't find the Detection Peninsula. Why is a civilian listening to us? ”
Glasses mixed with strange Japanese language were wary of Seohyun, saying. Seohyun was amazed at the glances at him.
“Are you talking about me? ”
“Ah, you overheard something you shouldn't have heard. ”
“That's why 3D women are useless. ”
“Don't tell the story you just heard outside. Otherwise I can't guarantee your safety. ”
”Aren't these assholes crazy? ’
Seohyun was a little scared, but I felt bad for some reason.
“But what are you guys doing? This place is off-limits to peddlers. ”
“Hmph. If you knew who we were, you'd be hurt. ”
Anchovy flicks his finger up his glasses and brags like a fool. Other than that, it was a cool move, but Seohyun seemed really lacking somewhere.
“I'll pretend I didn't see you. Just go. ”
‘I feel bad for them. ’
Seohyun passed by them with a disgusting expression. They wander around the death squad building with strange equipment.
* * *
“Ah, it's hard to concentrate. ”
It was not easy to hide a woman under a desk and do something. Even if it's just to transfer a novel written in a notebook to Word.
“Mr. · · · ·. Do you want me to cover for you? ”
The democracy who finished Pella and gave her goddaughter a beating asked.
I think the batsman will be a good batsman, given his yelling skills.
“Are you a fast rider? ”
“Yes. About 500 beats per minute. ”
Please!
The democracy that mentions 500 hits per minute sped up the goddaughter.
Does that mean that the rider is as fast as the daughter hits?
I said towards democracy.
“Come outside. ”
“Yes.”
The democracy crawled under my desk and stood next to me. Your neat hair looks sexy for some reason. I slipped my hand into her skirt hand.
“You're wet. You're soaked. ”
“I sucked the owner's dick! ”
The democracy flinches as you prick your finger on the panties. The place that was already swollen was pouring out like rain. After rubbing the soft cracks with my fingers, the democracy sighed, not knowing what to do.
“Ha, ha, Lord, Lord. ”
“Take off your pants. ”
“Yes.”
The democracy cautiously pulls down the panties.
Inside the panties between your thighs, you can see a large scar.
“Hmm, you naughty boy. So immersed.”
“I'm sorry, I got naughty. ”
“All the way down. ”
“Yes.”
When the democracy took off the panties completely, I asked them to give me the panties.
“Bring it.”
“Ahh · · ·. ”
“Come on.”
Democracy was ashamed but handed me wet panties.
I picked up my panties and took them right under my nose.
“Well, Smell! ”
I took a deep breath and smelled something strange from my panties.
The democracy, who was looking at him, cried out in horror.
“Lord, Lord! The dirt. ”
“I never thought it was dirty. ”
“Ah, master · · · ·. ”
The democracy was overwhelming.
I put my panties down next to the mouse and ordered the democracy.
“Lift up your skirt. ”
“Yes.”
Democracy obeyed unconditionally as if it were a puppet. Seeing a democracy that listens well made me feel better for some reason.
”Well, with a democracy, there's no need for a sense of conquest. ’
[That's probably because you're sadistic.]
‘Obviously, Yumi and I didn't have the same uncomfortable outfits when we played. ’
When the democracy rolled up his skirt, his no-pants appeared prominently. Swinging her around smart and pretty gave me a great feeling of satisfaction.
“The place is still clean. ”
“I must always serve my master. ”
Democracy proudly said. Her fluffy, invisible buttocks reveal the white interior of her body.
“Would you like to sit up? ”
“Like this?”
As the democracy tries to sit face to face, I grab her by the waist and turn her back.
“No, I have to play like this. ”
“Ah, ah. Yes.”
As the democracy turned away, I slowly pulled my back. I've already put a fork in the spillway.
Puck!
“Hghup!”
“Well, can you write it? ”
“Oh, oh, yeah. ”
Democracy put her hands on the chaise keyboard that sits on top of me.
“You can start with the last verse. ”
“Yes, yes. ”
As the democracy began typing in a squat, I slowly bounced back and hit the beat.
Smooth.
“Ah, ah. If you shake the master too much · · ·. ”
“Why? Can't I use it? ”
“Well, I'll do something about it. ”
“Yes, it's delicious to fuck anytime. ”
“Ahh, the state, the master, when you say that, focus · · ·. ”
Huzzah, huzzah, huzzah.
“Do you masturbate thinking of me these days? ”
“· · · Yes, every day. ”
“Do you like me that much? ”
“Haa, da, of course · · ·. ”
“Even if I sleep with other women? ”
The type of democracy that was squabbling stopped at that moment.
I can't look at him sitting with my back turned, but I think he looks aggressive.
“· · You don't have to leave me, Lord. ”
“Why did I abandon you? ”
I raised my waist high and stabbed it down hard.
Phew!
“Ow!”
“You're my dick house. ”
“No, you're right. Democracy is your cock house. ”
“So I'm always preparing to be stuck. ”
“Ha ha ha ha ha, yeah, any time you want · ·. ”
Puck! Puck!
The stubborn object became incredibly firm.
I love the mindset of a submissive democracy.
‘Ah, I don't know about other women, but I can't give up my democracy. ’
[I don't think the Democrat will be able to leave you. Take a look at your liking.]