475. Student Practice19 (1/2)
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It's a little universe.
A sacred place where life is conceived, a dark valley where corruption and dishonor begin.
Men are like salmon.
There is a strong determination to return to the place of birth.
Sometimes he opens his chest and shows his courage.
Sometimes it kills the pride of the shameful.
sometimes grown-up, sometimes threatening, or deceiving,
Conventionally, we have to persuade them to achieve their goal.
Finally, the end station.
“Heave-ho!”
It's very simple.
A woman falls down like a dog and a man grabs her by the back. To do something terribly simple, men quietly endure a difficult journey.
Just a handful.
For a little more than a pinch of snot stimulation.
Pow, pow, pow!
The sensation of stabbing from the toe to the head.
The tip hits the uterus like it touches the uterus entrance.
“Academic!”
I was panting like a man who lost his mind. If you ask what it means to be unconscious, he will tell you to look at her now.
“Hehe! You're crazy! It's amazing!”
A butterfly splits and dances on the pubic bone.
The black butterfly flaps furiously.
The streaming amniotic fluid flowed down the thigh, and the shocked rump flesh caused numerous waves.
Pow, pow, pow!
It's ecstatic!
I am the quartermaster.
A carpenter with a heart in it.
Pow, pow, pow!
And she's a hole.
Deep, deep hole.
My heavy affections pierce through her.
“Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Aaaah!”
He lost his temper.
“Ahhhh! Fuck! You son of a bitch! Rawr!”
It's too sudden for swearing.
“Son of a bitch! Ow! Good shit! Ow! ”
Goodness is also hard to hide. The more irrational you become, the more intoxicated you become, the more vulgar you become.
“Ahhhh! Fuck it. Harder, harder! ”
Come on. I'll break through if you want.
I lunged like I was about to destroy her.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
My whole body was floating and falling violently behind me.
Every time I stuck it in, the hydroscope was shocked as if the eyeballs were popping out.
“Grug!”
I see the end.
She's already on her way.
It narrows its field of view and only enters the hole.
Yeah, it is.
A woman is a hole.
A hole to stick and shake and spit.
Pierce, my Onahole.
“Hnng!!! ”
Underneath the prostate came a tingling sensation of electricity.
This moment.
How many round-trips have you taken for this orgasm in just a few seconds?
“Cheap!”
“Not inside! ”
If not, I'll use a condom from the beginning, and I don't know why women like to feel it all the time, but refuse to give in at the last minute. Just before the semen spills out, the sap is scattered toward her hole.
Chop, chop!
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. ”
His voice trembled. I guess she's not even wearing the contraceptive. Well, it didn't seem like a very prepared woman.
“Relax. It's just buried a little outside. ”
“Phew. Dangerous day. ”
She drops her head on the tip of the bat in relief.
I wiped her hole full of semen.
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“Oh, I'd never ask for it. ”
He did not get the fare. I smiled to see if the sex was satisfactory and left a kiss on his cheek.
“Come to be taken care of once a month. Otherwise, it'll be a little stingy when the hair grows back. Apply disinfectant regularly for two days. ”
He left the waxing shop with an ambiguous answer.
After I finished my work, I felt very uneasy.
“Gas. Easy, easy. Why is it so easy for women? ”
[It's the first stage of a special career achievement. You can think of it as a tutorial.]
Are there four left? ’
[Yes. Yeong-ju, female doctor, cheerleader, idol order.]
‘Obviously, the job just keeps getting harder. Especially Idol. He doesn't have a clue how to approach it. ’
[You need a network of pre-work. It's going to be hard to take another chance. But it's an achievement that you have to look away from.]
‘Okay. After shaving my hair, I feel like I have a soft spot. Does baldness feel like this? ’
I don't know.
He jumped on the bus home. It was an agent's job to buy a used car because he had not received the fuel from Japan yet.
When he arrived home, he prepared a shirt for tomorrow, tidying up his suit and hanging it neatly. I pressed the iron with water and the phone rang.
“Hey · · · Wooey! You almost had my face! ”
Learner quickly lowers the iron, confirming the sender.
“Kang Min-joo?”
[It's been a long time since Miss Democracy.]
‘Well, it was time to call. ’
“What's going on? ”
Master, I hope you're doing well.
Democracy always used the name ”Lord” when it was alone. The lesson that almost put his face on the iron was angry with the poor democracy.
“What time are you calling? ”
What? It's only 9: 00.
It was not too late, but I continued to take lessons seriously.
“What? Are you talking back? ”
How dare I.
“I remember you. You didn't make it to boarding school and practiced in the middle of nowhere. ”
Oh, no, no, no. That's the professor himself.
“Then you shouldn't have let it happen in the middle. ”
Sorry · · ·.
A thrilled democracy soon died. He said again, believing that he understood enough.
“But what's going on? ”
I just wanted to cheer you on in case you're having a hard time practicing.
“Cheer?”
Are you okay for dinner tomorrow night? I'll buy you something delicious.
”Phew. Look at him. I wanted to get fucked for buying food. ’
“No. ”
Huh? Are you still less angry? · ·
“No, there's a full house tomorrow night with the staff. It's hard to make an appointment tomorrow. ”
Oh · · · So the day after tomorrow?
He eventually accepted the persistent attitude of democracy.
“Yes. I'll see you the day after tomorrow. You'll see. If I get pissed off at being assigned to the South, I'll get something very expensive to eat. ”
You can do whatever you want! It kept getting on my mind. Have you heard from Ji Hee?
“Ji-hee? Song Ji-hee? No.”
I called Ji Hee earlier and asked her why she didn't come to the garage. I explained the situation, but I was so angry. Never mind if I call you.
Democracy still seemed to have a rival consciousness for Jihee.
He would, too, because Song Ji-hee was the only ex-girlfriend of the lessons that was officially known, and recently there was a live stream of video calling to follow the trail.
‘Song Ji Hee, you've been waiting for Eun Geun. Khh. But I don't need to see him twice anyway. ’