iced coffee… ah… Ugh… ♥
Every time No. 13's hand touches his skin,
Every time I stroke and caress a sensitive area,
The club's slender shoulders, beautiful neck, slender legs and round knees twitched and trembled, and a moan escaped its mouth.
As if it were a musical instrument played by No. 13's hands,
Every time he plays with his hands, every time those fingers press or rub against his body,
The club was clearly feeling the response was more than he had hoped for.
"ah… Ahhh… Oh, no… No… stop… Please stop… No. 13… Ugh… ♥"
It was a club that was trying to protest something, but
As No. 13's fingers pinched her nipples, a painful, sweet moan escaped the club's mouth.
It's such a fun and pleasant reaction,
There was no reason for Villain #13 to quit.
What a pretty and nice pussy to touch.
Aren't you a cute and lovely bean?
Number 13 continues to molest her body while whispering that into the club's ear.
"Whew♥ Ugh… ♥ Huh… ♥ Hehe profit ♥"
The club's voice, which was moaning along with its trembling body, rose even more.
Number 13's hand slowly approached while rubbing the area around the clitoris.
He then slowly removed the foreskin and began to play with her bean.
"Oh♥ oh♥ oh♥ clothes♥"
"Ahhhh♥ Hmm♥"
Write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write
Fingers wet with sweat and love juice,
He instills pleasure by massaging the lovely, small clitoris.
Threads of mucus ooze out of her lovely crack... He continued and fell onto her chair.
The club bent over, sweating profusely,
He tapped No. 13's arm and begged him to stop, saying he couldn't go any further.
I buried my nose in the back of the club's neck as he desperately shook his head, drenched in sweat.
I smelled a body odor reminiscent of young grass and milk along with the vibrating female scent.
"Ah, uh, uh, tsk…" ♥?! Poetry, 13… No. 13… ! No… They say no!! Kwaaaaah… Ugh… ♥!!"
"Ahaaa… Please, please... !! "Ugh, ugh!!"
My back couldn't stay still and I was moving shakily to avoid that hand.
In order to endure the pleasure somehow, she tries to move her body as much as possible or close her thighs to avoid No. 13's touch.
However, there is no way those thin arms that were not strengthened by magic could overcome the arms of a strong man,
No. 13's hands just continue to tease and harass the club's clitoris and nipples without letting go.
And yet, in the end, did he find the club's continued resistance to be bothersome?
Number 13 lifts the upper body of the club with one arm and leans out, pushing her groin forward.
She spread her legs even further, which were inside the knees of the club, and forced her thighs to open even more.
Groin protruding forward,
Knees forced wide apart on both sides.
Like an offering, the club is in a position where its precious genitals and naked body are exposed defenselessly.
In that state, No. 13's hand played with her bean even more persistently.
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch
Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk
"♥ ♥ No ♥ No love ♥♥ !!"
"no… I hate it... ♥♥ Oh my, posture is so good ♥♥!! Heeeeeek♥♥!!"
Without even being able to close my legs,
In this posture, with your back straight and your groin pushed forward,
The pleasure that comes from the vagina passes through the whole body without any trace and reaches the brain.
Compared to when I was crouching,
In a position where the pleasure cannot be diminished at all and you cannot help but feel it 100% or 120%,
The club could not help but let out a groan, almost like a cry of sorrow.
"Kahahah… ♥! Ahhhhh♥♥"
Gone.
He left a little while ago.
The sensitive peas ended up being fiddled with so much. It's strange that it doesn't go away.
But even as my body convulsed as I reached a sharp climax,
Number 13 continues to tease the club's clitoris, still lovingly erect.
I recall the love juice from her squirming cracks and put it on the bean again,
As he continues to discipline and train, the treatment becomes deeper and more sticky.
Jomulrak Jomulrak Jomulrak Jomulrak Jomulrak Jomulrak Jomulrak
Threw, thumble, tumble, tumble, tumble, tumble, tumble, tumble, tumble, tumble, tumble, tumble
"… … … !!!! Geeeeeet… ♥ Haaaaaaa… ♥♥♥ Ahhh… ♥♥♥!!"
"Hooooooooot♥ Ouch… Ugh… ♥ Ugh… ♥♥!!"
The club has almost given up on resisting now.
As soon as No. 13 touches him, he just throws his neck back and trembles, shedding tears of joy and joy.
Just surrender yourself to whatever No. 13 touches, to whatever No. 13 wishes,
The pleasure that has no choice but to be accepted is accepted into that small body as if stacked on top of each other.
A completely different feeling than when masturbating alone, a strangely sensitive and sensitive feeling,
In the end, I couldn't do anything and ended up climaxing. He went away again.
I resent my clitoris being tormented. My sensitive body feels uncomfortable.
It is a pleasure that is forcibly given by someone else's hands,
For the first time in its life, the club experienced and realized that the sense of being trampled and dominated without being able to do anything was deeply embedded in the roots of its spirit.
It's as if she has become a Barbie doll under the control of No. 13.
Just accepting whatever he plays with,
I feel like I have become a weak, helpless, powerless doll.
'… … Poetry, interrogation… Something like this... hearing… .'
'In the future… continue… like this… I have no choice but to suffer... .'
'ha… I am… I am… Loser… Because… What can I do… Ugh… ha… ♥'
Ugh♥ clothes♥ clothes♥
Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk… ♥
Perhaps it was because the feeling of miserable defeat penetrated my body,
A wave of vulgar defeat shot out from the club's vagina like a fountain, phoo-shoo, fu-shoo.
* * *
--like that.
So, how much did it bother me?
By the time the club's voices, which had been groaning as if they were being tortured a lot, became hoarse,
No. 13 finally let go of the club's clitoris and freed it.
But the groin is still wide open,
It was still the same as leaning helplessly in No. 13's arms.
Although the body is still in the hands of this villain,
Even though I thought I had to run away,
The current club doesn't have the reason to move like that or the time to think.
ha… … ha… …
ha… ha…
ha… …
A club that catches its breath while shaking its pretty chin and shaking its shoulders.
There are faint tear marks left under the eyes,
Even now, there were small teardrops forming at the corners of my eyes.
Number 13 stuck out his tongue and licked up the tears, and they had a unique salty taste.
"Club, it's just an interrogation to get to know each other a little better… ? "Are you this tired already?"
"… … ."
Despite No. 13's derisive words, the club did not respond.
In response, No. 13 massaged her delicate breasts again,
As I gently caressed her crotch,
The club's waist trembled as if it was afraid of something.
This happens just by touching the area around the clitoris without touching it.
It probably remained as a temporary trauma.
I only masturbate to the extent that I enjoy it.
To the club that stopped at a passive masturbation experience where I never crossed the line out of fear,
In this way, the violent pleasure given by others would have been excessively spicy and intense.
The two hazy, open eyes are staring straight ahead,
Saliva drips from the mouth that opens meaninglessly... And it flowed down unsightly.
The look that seems to have lost one's soul,
Number 13 carefully lifted his mouth to hers and whispered sweetly.
"… … "Was it hard?"
The club nodded slightly.
I ask again.
Are you okay, did you bother me too much, was it that hard?
The club did not say so, but
They responded by slightly shaking their heads or nodding.
With the sound of trying to hold back crying,
Tears, thicker than before, flowed from her eyes and down her cheeks.
Like that, like that.
No. 13 consoled her and stroked her head as if to comfort her.
The thin, soft, beautiful black hair is caressed by No. 13's hand.
'… … Villain… To someone like that… .'
It's humiliating to be comforted by something like a villain.
It's rude and shouldn't happen, but
Somehow, the more I hear that voice,
The more that big, reliable hand strokes your head,
Somehow, I felt at ease and my chest regained its composure.
In addition to the effects of simple brainwashing,
Like carrots and sticks, this softness and kindness that comes after difficult moments,
The club felt a strange and warm feeling that they could not control on their own.
I want to be held in your arms like this a little longer.
I wish I could stroke it like this a little more.
This voice feels really good... .
'no… I can't… no… But… .'
'The opponent is a villain... So… Heart… firmly… I have to eat… '
"It's okay, it's okay, club. Because it's okay. I'm sorry. huh."
But until now, I had turned my eyes away,
Even the feelings of loneliness and anxiety of being left alone in the villain's hideout,
At this moment, they are all coming together to harass the club.
At the same time, my painful heart closed my eyes,
Every time I hear No. 13's words, I end up being corrected and overwritten with a strange sense of relief.
Immediately I told myself again, this man is a villain.
Even though I tried so hard to convince him that I shouldn't seduce this man,
Gradually, you inevitably feel that your mind is being invaded and invaded beyond your control.
"Take a deep breath. Now, take a deep breath~."
In No. 13's words, as if he was comforting a child,
The club began taking slow, deep breaths at his command.
Suuuuu… Huh… .
Suuuuu… Huh… .
As No. 13 gently whispers that it's okay, it's okay,
It definitely seems to be getting better. … It's getting colder.
Looking at the state of the club,
No. 13 took the brainwashing medicine and handkerchief that had been lying nearby with his free hand,
He gently covered Club's mouth and nose with a handkerchief soaked in medicine.
He whispered that it was okay, that this was a soothing perfume.
Due to brainwashing, the club has no choice but to believe No. 13's words.
I absentmindedly trust those words and continue taking deep breaths to calm my mind.
The sweet scent of brainwashing medicine seeps deep into the club... .
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